Urban Super Medical Saint

"Excuse me, please let me through, I'm a doctor!" Johnson hurried over and then spoke loudly.

Johnson actually spoke in Chinese; although his pronunciation was not standard, he was still quite fluent.

Seeing that he was a white foreigner and hearing him declare himself a doctor in Chinese, the crowd parted ways with expressions of surprise.

Johnson walked up to the elderly man, crouched down, first flipped his eyelids, then felt his carotid artery with his hand, and his complexion instantly turned very solemn.

"Mr. Johnson, how is the old man doing?" Seeing Johnson's grave expression, Karl asked.

"His breathing and heartbeat have both stopped; it seems like a sudden heart attack. I need to start CPR immediately," Johnson hurriedly replied, then, to the amazement of the onlookers, suddenly knelt down, lifting the old man's lower jaw with one hand to open his mouth; with the other hand pinching his nostrils, Johnson took a deep breath and blew air forcefully into the old man's mouth. After the man's chest expanded, Johnson stopped blowing and relaxed the hand pinching the nose. Then, Johnson placed the heel of his right hand at the end of the man's sternum, the left hand on top of the right, arms straight, and pressed down with his body weight, pushing until the sternum was depressed three to four centimeters, then relaxed his hands to allow the chest to rise back up.

After four compressions, Johnson resumed artificial respiration for the old man.

Despite it being winter, the repetitive process caused Johnson to sweat profusely on his forehead and gasp for breath from time to time; he even coughed violently a few times, deeply moving the surrounding crowd, while Karl watched with a worried expression, almost speaking several times but then stopping himself.

About two to three minutes later, the old man gradually began to breathe on his own and then slowly opened his eyes.

"He's awake! That's amazing!" As soon as they saw this, everyone burst into exclamatory applause.

"Dad! Dad, what's wrong?" At that moment, a woman came running over, seeing the old man lying on the ground, she immediately rushed to him, anxiously trying to help him up.

"Ma'am, please do not move the patient yet, let him lay flat for a while. His heart may have a serious condition, and it's important to take him to the hospital for a thorough examination," Johnson said quickly, stopping the woman as she tried to lift the old man.

No sooner had he finished speaking, Johnson began coughing violently again.

The woman, unaware of what had just happened, looked puzzled. People around them had already started explaining the situation to her in detail.

Only then did the woman realize the white foreigner in front of her had saved her father and immediately bowed to thank him.

"No need to thank me, I am a doctor!" Johnson said, waving his hand, his eyes showing a hint of melancholy as he looked at the old man.

What good is being a doctor if I can save others but not myself!

As Johnson was lost in a dejected mood, an ambulance arrived, and several paramedics led by a doctor hurried toward the crowd with a stretcher.

"I am Doctor Johnson from Caroline Royal Medical College in Reel Country. The patient had a sudden cessation of both respiration and heartbeat, and he may have a serious heart condition," Johnson said, stepping forward to speak to the leading doctor as they approached. (Reel Country is a fictional European nation)

The lead doctor, already surprised by the presence of two white foreigners, became even more respectful upon hearing that Johnson was from Caroline Royal Medical College—one of the world's most prestigious medical colleges.

"Thank you, Doctor Johnson; we will conduct a detailed examination of the patient's heart," the doctor said with respect.

"No need to thank me; you arrived very quickly!" Johnson complimented the doctor.

Upon hearing this, the doctor's cheeks turned slightly red; since it was winter and not a holiday, the ambulance's rapid response was an exception and wouldn't normally be possible so quickly at another time.

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Since catching a glimpse of the mysteries of winter hibernation, Ge Dongxu had made it a habit to take a solitary stroll around Mingyue Lake during his noon commute to the Traditional Chinese Medicine Hospital.

Mingyue Lake was surrounded by mountains and water, rich with vegetation, and blessed with a beautiful environment.

In winter, there were fewer visitors, allowing him to walk leisurely by the lake alone.

The few remaining withered yellow leaves on the plane trees, the bare willows hanging low, the dried lotus stems in the water, the surface of the lake rippling under the sunlight, and Money Mountain cradling Moon Lake...

All of this composed a somewhat withered but hauntingly beautiful winter scene.

Fleeting moments of Enlightenment brushed past Ge Dongxu's mind, making his inner self more restrained, yet his vitality more exuberant.

Just like the snow lotus on the mountain peaks that had not yet bloomed, reserved and introverted—once it bloomed, it seemed as if the entire cold world would be filled with life and wonder.

Nobody knew what kind of transformation Ge Dongxu was undergoing, not even Ge Dongxu himself.

All he knew was that he must be much stronger now than before, not in terms of Mana, but in the essence of life itself.

Ge Dongxu enjoyed these barely perceptible flashes of Enlightenment as he walked; suddenly, the sound of an ambulance siren startled him.

He saw an ambulance stop in the distance, and several medical personnel hurried out.

Ge Dongxu quickened his pace upon seeing this, but it was too far, and by the time he got close, the medics had already rushed a patient into the ambulance.

From a distance, Ge Dongxu saw that the patient on the stretcher was an elderly man, with eyes open, clearly not in any life-threatening danger, and so he withdrew his gaze.

The ambulance roared away in an instant, and the onlookers gradually dispersed.

"That foreign doctor just now was really good. When he saw the old man stop breathing, he didn't care about the dirt and immediately knelt to perform mouth-to-mouth resuscitation and cardiac massage. Without his timely rescue, even if the ambulance had arrived, the old man probably wouldn't have been saved," a tourist said to his companion as he walked towards Ge Dongxu.

"Yeah, there are still more good people in this world," his companion remarked with emotion.

Hearing the discussions of the people who brushed past him, Ge Dongxu couldn't help but thoughtfully watch the two foreigners walking away into the distance.

Following his usual routine, Ge Dongxu walked a little further along Mingyue Lake, and seeing that it was about time to go to work, he went to the parking lot to get his bicycle and rode towards the Traditional Chinese Medicine Hospital.

As Ge Dongxu cycled towards the Traditional Chinese Medicine Hospital, beneath a willow tree by Mingyue Lake, Johnson was leaning on a tree with a hand over his mouth, coughing violently.

Karl stood behind him, gently patting his back.

"Mr. Johnson, we can't go on like this; we must return to Reel immediately," Karl said with a look of concern.

"It seems we really must go back, cough cough!" Johnson nodded, managed to say a word, then resumed coughing violently.

"Mr. Johnson, you are coughing very badly, are you sick?" Just as Johnson was coughing severely, a voice filled with timidity and concern came from behind him.

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