Gu Cheng was straightforward; though short, he was brave. Following Zhang Yang's instructions, he ran directly in front of the gurney, blocking it just as it was about to enter the elevator.

His sudden appearance stunned quite a few people nearby.

"What are you doing?"

Leading the group was an on-duty physician, the one responsible for escorting the patient to surgery. He barked the question sternly at Gu Cheng.

"I, I’m fine, but you, you can’t go in right now!"

Gu Cheng was clearly not someone brimming with courage; he was simply steadfastly following Zhang Yang’s command. He had to hold these people off until Zhang Yang arrived.

"You're fine, yet you dare block a surgical transport? Are you trying to go to jail? This is an emergency surgery. If something goes wrong, can you bear the responsibility?"

Gu Cheng’s words instantly ignited the on-duty doctor’s temper. Hearing that it was an emergency surgery with such severe complications, Gu Cheng lost his nerve. As he looked up, he saw Zhang Yang approaching.

"Hurry up and move aside…" The on-duty doctor stepped forward and impatiently shoved Gu Cheng away.

"The surgery cannot happen!"

At this moment, Zhang Yang finally reached the stretcher. Having secured the ancestral techniques, he felt an even greater confidence.

"Who are you?"

The on-duty doctor was furious. His patient was in crisis, and he was in a rush for the operation, only to be blocked repeatedly by someone.

As he spoke, he strode forward to push Zhang Yang, intending to clear him aside just as he had done with Gu Cheng.

Unfortunately, this time, he failed. Zhang Yang remained motionless before him, paying him no mind at all. He stood silently, his brow slightly furrowed, focused entirely on the patient on the gurney.

"Security! Security! Xiao Hu, why haven't you called security yet!"

The on-duty doctor, red with shame and anger, shouted hoarsely. His voice attracted more onlookers, and the elevator entrance was soon crowded.

Zhang Yang paid no attention to the surrounding crowd.

Doctors shared a common virtue: when facing a patient, their minds block out all distractions, focusing entirely on the patient—especially during surgery for a critical case, where a stray thought could be fatal.

Although this wasn't surgery, distraction could still prove fatal.

Zhang Yang silently nodded to himself.

He hadn't guessed wrong; this girl was indeed the victim of the medical accident his mentor had mentioned. She was currently showing early signs of adolescent dysfunctional uterine bleeding, though subtly.

"Zhang Yang?"

Gu Cheng called out, laced with worry. The doctor had already stated the urgency, and they, being in medicine themselves, understood the gravity of obstructing an emergency procedure. If the patient suffered any mishap, they could not bear the responsibility.

"What are you two doing? Why are you blocking my daughter from surgery!"

The two middle-aged women walking behind squeezed forward. One shouted nervously at Zhang Yang, her eyes glistening with tears. The universal love of parents for their child is sincere.

Zhang Yang raised his head and glanced at the woman. This must be his mentor's younger sister. Around forty, she bore some resemblance to his mentor. If he hadn't appeared here, following the normal trajectory, her only daughter would die in this hospital first, and two years later, her husband would pass away from an accident, leaving her completely alone.

She was a pitiable woman. Zhang Yang had no intention of troubling her, just as he was about to speak and explain, another commotion arose nearby.

The hospital security guards rushed over quickly. Stopping an emergency transport was no minor issue; if something went wrong, they would also be held accountable, possibly even losing their jobs.

"It's them! Hurry up and arrest them!"

Seeing the five or six guards arrive, the on-duty doctor immediately shrieked. Some other doctors, having heard the commotion, also gathered, including a relatively elderly doctor. In their hospital, an emergency surgical transport being intercepted—especially not by family members—was unprecedented.

Several guards moved to pin Zhang Yang down, while Gu Cheng, already seized by one guard, looked anxiously towards Zhang Yang.

Zhang Yang was about to explain when his expression abruptly changed. He swayed slightly, and the two guards holding him involuntarily staggered back a step. He had intended to explain the reason, but a quick glance at the girl on the gurney showed him her condition had changed.

With no time for explanation, Zhang Yang flung back the sheet covering the girl, eliciting gasps from the surrounding people.

Beneath her, the sheet was stained crimson, and the patch of red was visibly expanding. Seeing this, everyone understood: the girl was in an extremely critical condition.

"Xuanxuan! Xuanxuan! What's wrong with you!"

The first to cry out was the girl's mother, who had completely panicked. She gripped her daughter’s hand, calling out repeatedly, her voice wavering uncontrollably.

"Doctor, doctor, quickly, save her, save her~"

The other middle-aged woman also began shouting nervously. Zhang Yang immediately grabbed the girl’s other hand, pressed his fingers firmly against her maimen (pulse point), and his brow knitted tightly together.

The elderly doctor’s eyes flashed with surprise at Zhang Yang’s action. According to the accident report, the true cause of death for this girl was myocardial ischemia triggered by massive hemorrhage, ultimately leading to the tragic outcome. For now, it was only massive bleeding; the sudden myocardial ischemia had not yet manifested.

"Hurry up and take her to the operating room!" The on-duty doctor finally reacted and yelled urgently.

Zhang Yang turned back and glared fiercely at him: "Take her where? Can't you see this isn't a yuxue xuejia (blood stasis mass)? Sending her to surgery based on xuejia is sending her to her death!"

In that moment, Zhang Yang radiated immense authority. The on-duty doctor actually lowered his head, afraid to meet his gaze.

"Xuejia?"

The elderly doctor gasped. He was a renowned traditional Chinese medicine physician in the hospital, with some knowledge of gynecology. He naturally saw that this was absolutely not xuejia. Xuejia referred to a mass of stagnant blood in the lower abdomen, usually arising after childbirth or menstruation due to disharmony in the blood vessels and vital energy—certainly not consistent with this level of hemorrhage. If treated or operated on as xuejia, it truly might result in death, just as the young man suggested.

Zhang Yang ignored his surroundings, channeled his qi to his fingertips, and lightly tapped the girl twice. Acupressure (dianxue) was a crucial component of his ancestral techniques. These two taps were to initially stop the bleeding. The girl was in great danger, but acupressure would only hold for a few minutes. In those minutes, he needed to find a way to control her condition.

"Gu Cheng, go to the nurses' station and find a few sterilized needles, quickly!" Zhang Yang looked up and said this to Gu Cheng, who subconsciously nodded and sprinted away.

"Take her to the ER immediately to stop the bleeding, and quickly call Dr. Wang!"

The elderly doctor, who had spoken out earlier, was now instructing the on-duty doctor. He didn't know the effect of Zhang Yang's casual two taps. Since he had determined it wasn't xuejia, he knew treatment must target the actual condition. The patient was in grave danger, and this was no time to argue over other matters; treatment was paramount. As for the Dr. Wang he mentioned, she was their best gynecologist, fortunately off-duty today.

"Ah, yes!" The on-duty doctor, somewhat flustered, hastily agreed upon hearing the elder doctor’s words. This confirmed the elderly doctor’s considerable prestige within the hospital.

"I have stopped the bleeding. She cannot be moved now, and certainly not to the ER!" Zhang Yang said firmly, shaking his head. He had heard the elder doctor's instructions, but moving the girl now was the absolute worst course of action. What truly took the girl's life was acute myocardial ischemia; the thing she most feared now was being moved casually. Transporting her elsewhere might mean even an immortal couldn't save her.

"You stopped the bleeding?" the elder doctor asked in astonishment. He reached out, grabbed the girl's arm just as Zhang Yang had, and placed his fingers on her maimen. After a moment, he looked up at Zhang Yang with immense surprise, his expression grave. The girl's pulse was terrible, indicating danger at any moment.

After taking the pulse, the elder doctor largely confirmed that the girl was not suffering from xuejia; it was likely benglou (uterine bleeding disorder), and a severe case at that. He needed further assessment to determine the root cause. However, one thing was clear: the girl had indeed stopped bleeding, and the spreading stain was slowly ceasing.

"Needles! Needles!"

Gu Cheng ran back from the nurses' station, pursued by a young nurse carrying a white basin, shouting as she ran. The nurses' station was nearby, and Gu Cheng quickly returned to Zhang Yang's side. He had brought back over a dozen needles of varying sizes. Fortunately, they were all sterilized. Though far inferior to genuine silver needles, they would have to suffice for now. His specially crafted equipment from his previous life was likely destroyed along with the plane.

"She, what’s wrong with her?"

A nurse attending the girl suddenly cried out, causing almost everyone to turn their gaze back to the gurney, focusing intensely on the girl.

Her face had turned ashen, completely drained of color. Her body trembled, and large, soybean-sized beads of sweat continuously dripped from her forehead.

Zhang Yang, the elderly doctor, and even the on-duty doctor all had their expressions change drastically. Acute myocardial ischemia—this symptom had arrived. This was the most critical and fatal element, the very thing Zhang Yang had dreaded most.

The elderly doctor, still holding the girl's arm, felt her pulse. The sensation made his face even uglier. He now knew exactly what was happening to the girl. He also realized that if they had followed his earlier suggestion and rushed her to the ER, her chances would have been slim indeed.

Seeing the girl suddenly collapse, Zhang Yang ignored the public setting. He immediately picked up the smallest needle and plunged it directly into the Baihui acupoint on the top of her head. There was no time to delay; any later, and the girl might truly be lost.

"You!" The elderly doctor’s hand was roughly pushed aside by Zhang Yang. He stared in horror as a third of the needle sunk in. The Baihui point is one of the most vital acupoints on the human body. As an experienced TCM physician of over forty years, he would never dare to arbitrarily puncture this point with a common needle.

After piercing the Baihui, Zhang Yang took one needle in each hand and inserted them into the girl's neck. Then, Zhang Yang moved to the other side of the gurney, grasped the girl’s feet, and inserted two more needles there. Picking up a larger needle from the white box, Zhang Yang gently pinched the top, snapping off a small piece of the point. He then reached into the girl's abdomen, and when he withdrew his hand, the needle was gone.

All his actions were so swift that the onlookers simply stared blankly; even the elderly TCM physician was dumbfounded. He knew needling, but he had never seen, nor even heard of, needling performed in such a manner.

"She’s stopped moving!"

A layperson in the crowd suddenly shouted. The girl on the gurney no longer looked as terrifying as before. Her body had stopped trembling, sweat no longer dripped from her forehead, and her complexion had regained some color. Everything had returned to how it was before—in fact, slightly better than before.

The elderly TCM physician paused for a few seconds, then abruptly grabbed the girl's arm again, placing his fingers on her maimen. Soon, his expression became wonderfully complex. Acute myocardial ischemia—it had genuinely vanished.

"What are you waiting for? Take her to the ICU immediately. Monitor her condition constantly. Also, the needles on her body cannot be removed for two hours. Take them out only after two hours," Zhang Yang said, letting out a soft breath. He then glared at the on-duty doctor. After issuing these commands, he swaggered out of the crowd, leading Gu Cheng directly back to their own ward.