They were all medical students, almost doctors in training. For drug poisoning, gastric lavage was necessary, but the procedure presented a critically severe trauma, a reality they all understood implicitly.

After thinking it over, Wang Lu was the first to shake her head, a dull ache starting behind her eyes. She had no idea how to handle this situation, or rather, she didn't know where to even begin.

After a moment, Shi Yan also let out a soft sigh. It was too complicated. Forget her, even her grandfather, that retired veteran doctor, would likely be stumped. They struggled to imagine how to resolve such an inevitable conflict and contradiction.

Yin Yong, too, wore an expression of helplessness. He had run through countless methods in his mind, but none seemed remotely suitable.

What they couldn't fathom, Zhang Yang had accomplished. This only deepened their sense of the gulf between themselves and him—the disparity was too vast to deny or argue against. Especially the way the patient’s body had remained perfectly still; even the best anesthetics couldn't achieve that level of compliance. They genuinely could not comprehend how Zhang Yang had managed it.

Dr. Wang and Dr. Qu were just as bewildered. However, at that moment, they had neither the time nor the inclination to dwell on it. Zhang Yang had gone to change, and they began the necessary sterilization procedures. The child's most immediate crisis was averted; now it was simply a matter of treating all his injuries and pulling him back from the brink of death.

When Zhang Yang entered the operating room this time, neither Dr. Qu nor Dr. Wang offered any objection. Although it bent the rules, extraordinary circumstances demanded extraordinary measures. After all, Zhang Yang had solved the problem they had deemed insurmountable, allowing the life-saving treatment to proceed. At this juncture, both doctors could only choose, as much as possible, to trust Zhang Yang. Saving the life came first.

Shi Yan and the others could not accompany them into the operating room; they could only wait outside with the child's parents. The parents were not weeping now. The news of the successful gastric lavage had brought them immense encouragement. Coupled with Shi Yan’s persistent efforts at comforting them, though they didn't smile, their expressions were far less fraught with tension than before.

“Big sister, please don't worry. Zhang Yang is the most capable among all of us classmates!” Shi Yan offered a small smile as she quietly reassured the couple.

Hearing Zhang Yang’s name, the woman immediately settled down further. She nodded and said, “I know he’s very capable. He is a true miracle doctor. We are so lucky; I never thought we would run into him again this time. Without him, I truly don’t know what would have become of our little Hui!”

“You mean, you’ve met Zhang Yang before?” Shi Yan and Wang Lu exchanged glances before gently inquiring. They were genuinely curious now about how this family knew Zhang Yang. The fact that the family signed the consent forms without even looking at Zhang Yang was a massive testament to their trust.

“Yes, we met. It was when we were buying a car last time. We didn’t end up buying the car, so we bought a house instead. And then this happened!” The woman nodded and recounted the story slowly. She detailed the events of the car show day. When she was at her most helpless, it was Zhang Yang who appeared and saved her husband. And now, Zhang Yang was saving their son. This realization made her sigh with emotion, feeling that Zhang Yang was their family’s personal deity of fortune, appearing to rescue them precisely when they faced their greatest peril.

The woman spoke slowly, but since there hadn't been many events that day, she finished her account shortly.

Shi Yan and Yin Yong stood there, dumbfounded. They weren't surprised that Zhang Yang could handle an emergency patient on the spot; with his skill, that was certainly within his capabilities. What stunned them was Zhang Yang’s method of handling it. According to the woman’s description, Zhang Yang had used silver needles to save her husband, only administering a few pills afterward. This implied that the silver needles were the truly decisive factor.

They all had some knowledge of acupuncture, but this fell under the purview of the Tuina (massage and manipulation) department. Changjing University didn't have a specialized Acupuncture and Tuina program, so they had only heard passing mentions of it. In their understanding, acupuncture and Tuina were generally considered auxiliary practices within Traditional Chinese Medicine (TCM); very few practitioners relied on them for primary treatment, let alone for emergency resuscitation.

There was another crucial point: Zhang Yang was studying Clinical Medicine, firmly rooted in Western medicine, not TCM Clinical practice, nor Acupuncture and Tuina. How could he possess such miraculous needling skills?

“Shi Yan, remember? Zhang Yang inserted needles into the child just now. Perhaps his skill in acupuncture is also exceptional!” Wang Lu murmured softly. Shi Yan recalled the event and nodded silently. Zhang Yang had indeed used needles earlier. At the time, she had found it strange—why use acupuncture right before a gastric lavage? But back then, she hadn’t had the time to think deeply about it. Hearing the woman’s story now, she suddenly understood: Zhang Yang possessed a mastery of acupuncture as well. Perhaps the child’s strange physiological response during the lavage was due to Zhang Yang’s needling technique. Only this unexplained element could account for these incredible events.

Time crept by. Gao Fei and Zhao Qiang also returned, bringing Zhu Daoqi with them. The first two had gone back to the hotel to report to Zhu Daoqi; such matters couldn't be delegated. Zhu Daoqi, worried, had come along immediately. Upon arriving at the hospital and making inquiries, they finally grasped the full scope of what had transpired. This development greatly surprised Zhu Daoqi. Although he was now a professor and no longer actively practicing in the hospital, he was keenly aware of the complexity of this case. That Zhang Yang had resolved the most difficult hurdle, and so flawlessly at that.

Learning that Zhu Daoqi was one of Zhang Yang’s university leaders, the parents grew visibly emotional, insisting they would present the hospital with a silk banner in the future to thank them for nurturing such an exceptional doctor. While Zhu Daoqi accepted their praise with humility, he also felt a wave of futility. He knew very well that knowledge gleaned solely from university study could never produce someone like Zhang Yang. If the school were truly that brilliant, it would have already produced multiple all-around students like him, bringing them worldwide renown.

Time crawled on. Nearly two and a half hours later, someone finally emerged from the operating room. It was a nurse, bringing good news: the surgery was a complete success, the child had been saved, and was currently being bandaged. However, the child’s injuries were severe, and he might not regain consciousness for several days. This news brought overwhelming joy to the parents waiting anxiously at the door; they embraced each other, repeating words of thanks.

Soon after, Zhang Yang emerged along with Dr. Wang and the others. Dr. Wang and Dr. Qu still wore expressions thick with profound admiration. Before the surgery began, they had held significant reservations, worrying that Zhang Yang might falter during such a major procedure. After all, surgery was different from gastric lavage; without extensive experience, executing it flawlessly would be impossible. But the outcome completely defied their expectations. Not only had Zhang Yang completed the operation, but he had done it exceptionally well. During the procedure, the two of them had merely assisted; Zhang Yang was the true surgeon. In their estimation, Zhang Yang’s technique was far superior to their own. In many aspects, his methods were more ingenious and yielded better results than theirs. This outcome was absolutely beyond anything they had previously considered possible. Both men inwardly lamented that Zhang Yang was a true prodigy. How could an intern possess such formidable surgical skills? They could only wonder where he had acquired such experience. Regardless of their bewilderment, the result was what mattered: the child was revived, his life secured. Previously, both doctors had firmly believed the child wouldn't survive; his injuries were too grave, and his rescue felt like a fluke. After stabilization, the child would need several days of observation before being transferred to a general ward—tasks that would no longer require Zhang Yang.

After bidding farewell to Doctors Wang and Qu, Zhang Yang left the hospital. If the child’s parents hadn't rushed to the ward, he likely would have been detained for a while longer. On the way back, Gao Fei and the others bombarded him with questions about the surgery. Zhang Yang didn't conceal details about the operation but downplayed his own contribution, attributing the success primarily to Doctors Wang and Qu. Regarding the preceding gastric lavage, he confirmed that it was indeed the effect of acupuncture.

His acupuncture skills sparked immense interest among the group; even Zhu Daoqi couldn't resist asking a few probing questions. Zhang Yang offered brief explanations for everything. Fortunately, the hospital wasn't far from the hotel, and the car drove quickly, so they arrived shortly before the others could press him for deeper inquiries. The driver was the chauffeur from Changjing who had remained with them, providing transportation for the entire duration. Only their own vehicle could accommodate such a large group at once.

It was already one in the morning when they returned. After instructing everyone to get proper rest, Zhu Daoqi retired to his own room.

The next morning, after breakfast, the students from various schools gathered again, preparing for the next day of practical fieldwork. Many were still excitedly discussing their experiences. Practicing during this event was vastly different from routine internships. During an internship, they rarely encountered so many patients; now, they genuinely felt like practicing doctors. Many shared amusing anecdotes from their work or highlighted instances where they felt they had performed well. Some of the more boastful ones were practically portraying themselves as seasoned specialists. Judging by the detail and seriousness with which they spoke, an outsider might easily believe them.

The minibus waited outside. Before boarding, Zhu Daoqi gave a brief set of instructions. This time, his speech was short. He had inquired about the group's performance yesterday and was generally satisfied. Zhang Yang's cohort was headed back to the Children's Hospital; they were scheduled to work there for one more day. All students first changed into their scrubs and assembled in the rear courtyard, awaiting assignment for the day's tasks. Zhang Yang’s prediction from yesterday proved correct: Yin Yong and Wang Lu from Preventive Medicine were assigned to the Infectious Disease Clinic. He and Shi Yan were slated for rounds in the Pediatric Surgery wards, while Gao Fei and the others went to Pediatric Internal Medicine. After the assignments, everyone dispersed. Other students from different schools were also assigned to the Children's Hospital, though their duties varied.

While the students were receiving their assignments at the hospital, the supervising faculty members from each school convened in the hotel conference room. A faculty member from Tongji Medical College was presenting a brief report on the performance metrics of the students from all schools the previous day, ensuring every faculty head knew the true standing of their students.

“Professor Zhu, four students from your school failed to return on time yesterday. According to regulations, points must be deducted. Moreover, I heard that Zhang Yang was among those who did not return!” Once the group was assembled, the Tongji faculty member stated this immediately, and all eyes turned toward Zhu Daoqi.

Hundred-Chapter Bonus Update, Remaining Chapter Ninety-Four! The outside world became suddenly noisy this afternoon. It took me four hours to finish one chapter; I feel like vomiting blood. Little Yu needs a few hours of rest, then I’ll start writing again later to try and catch up on the schedule.