Old Mrs. Fu let out a cold snort, her gaze drifting towards Shen Qingqing.
She didn't fear other things, only that these two children might quarrel.
Just then, Shen Qingqing's phone rang.
As soon as the call was connected, the butler's anxious voice came through.
"Miss Shen, please come to the hospital. You absolutely must come and see Mr. He!"
Shen Qingqing raised an eyebrow and calmly retorted, "Didn't you say that expert was very capable and didn't need me to intervene anymore?"
"Miss Shen, it was all my fault before. I shouldn't have doubted you. Please come to the hospital, otherwise Mr. He will lose his life."
"This serious?" Could that Professor Qian be a fraud who was only seeking fame?
"Hurry and come over!"
The butler's tone and urgency on the other end of the line were palpable. Shen Qingqing glanced at Xixi, who, though silent, was watching her with earnest eyes.
However, based on her understanding of her son, she could decipher the meaning behind his gaze.
"I'll be right there."
"Thank you, Miss Shen. I'll be waiting for you at the hospital entrance!"
Hanging up the phone, Old Mrs. Fu frowned, "What's the matter? So urgent, can't you go after dinner?"
"If we wait until after dinner, the person might be dead."
Shen Qingqing shrugged, then turned to Xixi. Before she could say anything, he immediately declared, "I'm going too!"
Shen Qingqing shook her head, gave Xixi a hug, and then left home with Xixi, who had fetched her jacket from upstairs, heading towards the hospital.
Upon entering the ward, she was greatly surprised.
Although the butler had looked tired before, he was not as haggard as he was now. His eyes were bloodshot, his face was pale, as if he had aged ten years in an instant.
"What exactly happened?" Shen Qingqing asked.
The butler's voice was hoarse, "Professor Qian and several doctors just took Mr. He to the operating room. The surgery went smoothly, but after Mr. He came out, there was sudden bleeding from his head again..."
He had asked Professor Qian for the reason, but Professor Qian couldn't explain it.
He had never encountered such a situation.
The butler then asked other doctors. All the doctors, professors, directors, and associate directors in the entire hospital had spent over an hour researching, yet they couldn't devise a suitable treatment plan.
He was truly at his wit's end and could only think of Xixi's almost blind trust in Shen Qingqing. With his remaining sense, he recalled the child's various behaviors during this period.
He wasn't the kind of child who would speak carelessly.
This led to the phone call.
Life was at stake, and Shen Qingqing naturally didn't want to delay. As she was about to enter the ward, the sound of high heels clicking on the floor came from behind her.
Ning Xin's gaze was sharp, "Do you have a medical license?"
Shen Qingqing raised an eyebrow and remained silent.
Ning Xin took this as a lack of a license, believing that if she had one, she would have produced it immediately. She said coldly, "Since you don't, you're not considered a doctor, so how can you treat a patient? If something goes wrong, can you bear the responsibility?"
"I can't. You do it?"
Shen Qingqing crossed her arms, her expression a half-smile.
Ning Xin was taken aback.
Of course, she couldn't do it; she didn't know any medical skills.
Shen Qingqing stared at her for a moment and said, "Since you can't, then don't obstruct others. Don't stand here and get in the way."
She nudged Ning Xin, who was blocking the doorway, and walked in directly.
Ning Xin's face turned cold, and she looked at the butler, "Do you really think she can save Mr. He?"
"Of course."
The butler brushed past her, not pausing at all.
Upon entering, Shen Qingqing first examined Mr. He. The blood clot in his brain had not been completely cleared. It was likely that Professor Qian had been too cautious to avoid damaging the optic nerve and hadn't performed a thorough surgery.
Post-surgery, the blood clot recurred. However, since he had already undergone one surgery, another one couldn't be performed, at least not in the short term.
Now, only her acupuncture could save Mr. He.
She took out silver needles from her bag and suddenly thought of something, looking at the butler.
"This treatment process is extremely important and cannot be interrupted. Go to the door and watch. Do not let anyone in to disturb us."
When the butler saw the golden needles, he felt she had some skill. He also had some understanding of traditional Chinese medicine and knew that acupuncture was a specialty of TCM.
He went out and stood by the door. Seeing Ning Xin still lingering nearby, he said nothing.
Ning Xin, however, spoke first, "You trust her this much?"
The butler remained silent.
Ning Xin lowered her eyes, her tone slightly cool, "Don't blame me for not warning you. If anything unexpected happens, you'll regret it too late."
The butler finally looked at her, his expression solemn, "Miss Ning, you should be praying for Mr. He's safe recovery. Otherwise, Professor Qian will face trouble, and you will lose your chance to cooperate with Mr. He."
Ning Xin's expression tightened.
The butler no longer paid her any mind.
Inside the room, Shen Qingqing inserted acupuncture needles into Mr. He's major acupoints to clear his meridians and resolve the blocked blood clot.
His pale complexion visibly improved.
Xixi watched from the side. Seeing the sweat dripping from his mother's forehead, he wisely stepped forward and used his sleeve to wipe it away.
Then he looked at Mr. He.
"You better wake up quickly. My mommy worked so hard for you. You must wake up soon and repay my mommy for saving your life."
Shen Qingqing glanced at Xixi.
The little guy was just outwardly tough but inwardly soft. If he didn't genuinely care, why would he be looking at Mr. He with such earnest concern?
Time ticked by. The butler outside the door gradually shifted from calm to anxious. Ning Xin, on the other hand, was quiet, thinking that after such a long time, there was likely no good news.
"I'll help contact renowned international neurosurgeons to treat Mr. He."
The butler remained silent.
Just then, the ward door was pushed open. Xixi, small as he was, stood at the doorway, looking up at the distraught butler.
"You can come in."
The butler rushed in without a word. The first thing he saw was Mr. He still lying on the bed, though his complexion seemed much better than before. Shen Qingqing was by the bedside, packing her needle case.
"Miss Shen?" How is Mr. He?
The butler dared not ask this question, fearing he would hear bad news.
Shen Qingqing, without lifting her head, replied, "He's fine now. Let him rest for a while longer. He might sleep for two days. I'll give you a prescription. Go and get some Chinese herbs to slowly condition him. His recovery might not be as fast as with Western medicine, but it has no side effects and can be nourishing."
When a person falls ill, their body's natural immunity is inevitably depleted, so nourishment was essential.
"I understand, Miss Shen. Thank you so much." The butler felt deeply ashamed of his previous suspicion towards Shen Qingqing. "Look at me, an old man still judging people by their appearance; it's truly embarrassing. It's my fault this time; I almost harmed Mr. He."
Shen Qingqing waved her hand. "I'll be going now. Please take good care of him."