He had just seen several cars pull up outside the establishment, and many people spilling out and rushing towards the building, yet not a single soul had burst through the doors yet. He remained unaware that the men he had summoned had already been neutralized by Wuying and Shandian; those men currently lay outside on the ground, soaked by the heavy rain, unconscious.
Even Wei Bo sensed that the situation was drastically different now. He had stealthily called his father again, who had fiercely berated him over the phone, but ultimately conceded that he had dispatched the police.
“Brother Hu, something feels off…” Wei Bo said to Wellehu, his face a mask of misery. “Don’t rush it, wait a little longer!” Wellehu, unwilling to concede, gritted his teeth and insisted on waiting, causing even the other young elites to become restless.
The ordinary family sitting at the farthest table finished their meal first. They had already recognized the abnormality within the restaurant and had been eager to leave, deterred only by the downpour outside.
Now, all they wanted was to escape this den of trouble quickly. The woman led her child, walking at the very front, toward the exit.
The family moved swiftly. Only upon reaching the doorway did the woman spot the numerous thugs sprawled haphazardly outside, their iron bars dropped onto the wet ground, foam bubbling from their lips, utterly sodden from the rain.
“Ah!!!” With a piercing scream, the woman staggered back several steps. Her child, his face bone-white with terror, also retreated sharply, letting out a sudden wail.
“What is going on!” The people at the other table finally noticed the strange scene outside and immediately stood up. “They’re poisoned!
Call 120 right now!” These individuals seemed to be doctors; they instantly recognized the critical state of the men outside, swiftly pulling out their phones to dial emergency services. The patrons inside the restaurant descended into chaos upon hearing about the poisoning outside.
Wellehu and Wei Bo rose to look out, the complexions of the group of young dandies instantly paling to a deathly white. Wei Bo and Wellehu were intimately familiar with those thugs; they knew they were the chief enforcers under Wei Letian, men who regularly helped them ride roughshod over the local populace.
Yet now, they lay outside like corpses. Wuying and Shandian had already returned to Zhang Yang’s side.
Looking at them, a slight smile curved Zhang Yang’s lips; he understood perfectly why the thugs outside were poisoned and in such a state. “Don’t crowd!” “Everyone calm down, don’t panic!” “Ah, my child!
Where is my child?” “Mommy, Mommy…” The restaurant was a scene of utter turmoil. Zhang Yang shook his head at Mi Xue and the others, gesturing for them to continue eating, unconcerned with the commotion.
Just then, the woman suddenly let out a piercing shriek. With a burst of strength she seemed to draw from nowhere, she shoved aside the surrounding crowd, dropped to her knees, and began weeping uncontrollably, clutching her child who had fallen unconscious.
“What happened?” Now, Mi Xue could no longer remain seated and immediately stood up. Zhang Yang also rose.
He had seen that during the crush, the child holding a plush toy had been knocked down and appeared to have accidentally swallowed something, leading to the sudden collapse. “My child!
My child!” The mother held him, calling out ceaselessly, but the child’s color continued to fade, showing no sign of waking. At this moment, the family from the first table quickly approached the woman.
“I’m a doctor, let me take a look,” one of them offered. This group was indeed composed of doctors; it explained how they had recognized the poisoning of the men outside that led to their unconscious state.
After examining the child, the doctor’s expression shifted dramatically, and he abruptly released the boy, backing away quickly. “Doctor, doctor, how is my child?” The woman’s eyes held a brief flash of hope when the man identified himself as a physician, but when she saw him recoil, her heart plummeted.
Even the child’s relatives changed color, watching the doctor, waiting for him to speak. “The child’s trachea is obstructed.
He requires immediate surgery. Any delay will lead to death by asphyxiation!” the doctor stated after a moment of hesitation.
It seemed the plush toy the child was holding must have been inadvertently swallowed in a lump during the fall, blocking the airway and causing the current state of unconsciousness. “Doctor, please, I beg you, save my child!” The woman dropped to her knees, crawling over to seize one of the doctor’s legs, pleading desperately.
The doctor showed a flicker of pity, but the person next to him interjected, “Don’t worry, panicking won’t help. We aren’t in a hospital and can’t perform surgery, but we’ve already called 120.
The ambulance should arrive shortly.” Zhang Yang, who had been standing nearby, frowned, glanced at the small child, and then strode forward purposefully. “The rain is too heavy outside.
By the time the 120 ambulance arrives, this child will already be dead from suffocation!” He said this coldly to the doctor. The doctor, hearing Zhang Yang’s words, became both indignant and angry, retorting, “The child clearly has an obstructed airway.
There is absolutely no way to save him now without surgery. If he cannot hold on until the ambulance arrives, his death is unavoidable!” “Move aside!” Zhang Yang wasn't arguing with the doctor at all; he walked straight over, lifted the child from the floor, and placed him gently onto a clean dining table.
“What are you doing!” The doctor exclaimed sharply at Zhang Yang’s action! “My husband is also a doctor.
If you can’t save him, then don’t obstruct my husband!” Mi Xue, watching the critically endangered child anxiously, snapped back without hesitation. Zhang Yang frowned deeply, leaned over the child’s chest to listen for a moment, then carefully turned the boy over and tapped him several times on the back before listening again.
Hearing Mi Xue claim Zhang Yang was a doctor, the child’s mother rekindled a flicker of hope. Seeing Zhang Yang’s actions, it appeared he might possess a means to revive her son.
“Scalpel!” Having confirmed the nature of the child’s issue, Zhang Yang immediately called out to Qu Meilan. Qu Meilan understood instantly, fetched Zhang Yang’s canvas bag, and retrieved his acupuncture kit from inside.
“Are you a practitioner of Traditional Chinese Medicine?” The doctor recognized Zhang Yang’s silver needles and immediately understood. Zhang Yang entirely ignored him, pulling a sharp surgical knife from the bag.
He glanced around, grabbed a bottle of high-purity liquor, opened it, lit it directly, and began heating the scalpel in the flame to sterilize it. “TCM practitioners are not permitted to use surgical knives!
What you are doing violates medical law!” Seeing Zhang Yang’s actions, the doctor realized he was preparing for an immediate tracheotomy on the child and roared, rushing forward to intervene, but he was held back by Qiao Yihong. Zhang Yang paid the doctor no mind.
He laid the child flat, ensuring his body was as balanced as possible to maximize any residual respiratory effort. After sterilization, Zhang Yang gripped the handle of the scalpel and applied gentle, increasing pressure, locating the precise position on the child’s throat.
The incision slowly deepened into the child’s throat. As the knife penetrated, a pool of dark, congested blood immediately welled up from the cut.
The sight caused everyone nearby to hold their breath. Every eye, including those of Wellehu and Wei Bo, was wide open, fixed on Zhang Yang.
Even the child’s mother could not help but look, yet she covered her mouth, staring intently at her son; truly, her child’s life rested entirely in the hands of this young man. The scalpel opened an incision about two centimeters long.
Zhang Yang let out a small sigh of relief and turned his gaze toward the large briefcases the doctors had left under their table during their meal. Qu Meilan instantly grasped Zhang Yang’s intent, went over, and directly brought the doctors’ briefcases to him, opening them.
Zhang Yang reached in and quickly found what he needed: adhesive tape, gauze, and an intubation tube. Inserting the tube into the incision made by the scalpel, Zhang Yang applied a slight internal force, gently pressing against the child’s lungs.
Pfft! The child’s puffed-out chest suddenly deflated as if a leak had opened, undulating violently once.
With a sharp exhalation, the blockage in the airway immediately cleared, and the child’s complexion visibly improved. The child’s mother, who had been watching with bated breath, finally released a look of profound relief!
But the surgery wasn't finished! Zhang Yang retrieved a pair of tweezers from the briefcase, grasped the child’s chin, stretched his mouth as wide as possible, and carefully inserted the tweezers into the child’s throat, applying a gentle pinch.
A large mass of cotton fluff was slowly withdrawn with the tweezers. After tossing the fluff aside, Zhang Yang finally let out a breath and proceeded to complete the follow-up procedures for the tracheostomy.
What remained was merely waiting for the 120 ambulance to arrive, take the child to the hospital to have the tube removed, and allow for a period of recovery. “Thank you, thank you, Doctor!” The child’s mother rushed forward, gently touching her child’s pale lips and cheeks, incessantly thanking Zhang Yang.
Zhang Yang’s tightly knit brow had not fully relaxed. “What is it?” Mi Xue looked at him, knowing that Zhang Yang had not yet finished his task.
“Though the child has been saved, it’s not guaranteed he will truly live,” Zhang Yang murmured softly to Mi Xue, clarifying his thoughts. “You mean?” Mi Xue started, then quickly inquired.
“If this child doesn’t wake up now, there’s a high probability he will become a vegetable, never to wake up again,” Zhang Yang replied, his eyes narrowed. Hearing this, the child’s mother bit down hard on the hand covering her mouth, then dropped to her knees once more, desperately begging Zhang Yang to save her child.