475: Chapter 475 His name is Ye Chen, and his medical skills surpass mine!

"It seems... there's some truth to that?"

"That countdown was too accurate, wasn't it? One, two, three, and the child just happened to die? That's way too coincidental!"

"Bing Lan is a top-tier celebrity; it's only natural for her boyfriend to want to get famous, right? Nowadays, isn't that what all those influencers and bloggers do?"

"And look at that young man; he's been so calm from start to finish, just like he's filming a movie. He's not panicked at all!"

...

The voices of doubt grew louder, and more and more people began to chime in.

Some even took out their phones and started snapping photos of Ye Chen and Bing Lan.

"Come on, everyone, take a look. This is top celebrity Bing Lan's boyfriend. He'll do anything to get famous!"

"Using a child's life for hype? That's just wicked!"

"The doctor was kind enough to save someone, but he went and stole all the credit, nearly ruining the doctor's reputation!"

The middle-aged doctor stood in the center of the crowd. Hearing the surrounding discussions, the panic on his face gradually dissipated, replaced by a touch of smugness.

Public opinion had shifted.

Regardless of whether the child really almost died or if the young man actually had skills...

As long as everyone thought it was a publicity stunt, then it had nothing to do with him.

The child died? It was faked.

The child lived? It was a script.

Did he perform CPR incorrectly?

Impossible!

That was the standard procedure!

As for that congenital branchial cleft cyst...

He hadn't seen it before anyway, so who knew if it was made up?

He straightened his back and pointed at Ye Chen with an air of righteousness.

"Young man, I advise you to behave yourself! Medicine is not a game, and it's certainly not a tool for you to use for hype!"

"I will report today's incident to the health department! Practicing medicine without a license and playing with human lives is a crime!"

He grew more animated as he spoke, spittle flying everywhere, as if he were the embodiment of justice itself.

But the woman holding the child heard the discussions around her, and tears began to fall again in her anxiety.

"What nonsense are you talking about?"

"My child really almost died just now!"

"You all saw it! How could it be faked?"

"Whose child could possibly fake something like that? Huh?!"

The child was held in her arms, his small face full of innocence and confusion, completely unaware of what was happening.

But the onlookers wouldn't listen at all.

"Sister, we're not fools. What kind of script can't influencer companies write these days?"

"Your crying is quite convincing, but no matter how good the acting is, you can't fool us!"

"They're just trying to make money, after all. Have some understanding... Hahaha!"

The woman trembled with rage, her hands shaking as she held her child.

She simply couldn't explain it anymore.

Because.

She was just an ordinary mother who had brought her child to the amusement park. Her child had suddenly fallen ill, she had panicked, and she had begged for someone to save his life...

How could such a simple matter turn into a performance?

Seeing this, the middle-aged doctor knew the timing was about right; if he continued, he might get into trouble again.

And so.

He said grandly, "Alright, alright, everyone disperse. There's nothing to see. It's good as long as the person is really okay!"

With that, he turned to leave.

However.

Bing Lan's face had already turned cold.

Her boyfriend had kindly saved a life, only to be slandered as a fake in the blink of an eye!

No matter how much she disliked conflict, she absolutely could not tolerate this.

In the next moment.

Bing Lan was about to tell him to stop.

But just then.

An old and majestic voice came from behind the crowd.

"Who says this is a performance?"

Everyone looked toward the source of the voice at once.

The crowd automatically parted to make a path.

A white-haired old man, leaning on a cane, strode in.

Beside him followed a young woman, holding a little girl of two or three in her arms.

As soon as the old man appeared, the atmosphere of the entire scene changed.

Those who were still heckling fell silent for some reason when his eyes swept over them.

Someone recognized him and immediately gasped.

"Isn't... isn't this Zhang Sansheng?"

"Which Zhang Sansheng?"

"Which other Zhang Sansheng could it be? The titan of the Dragon Kingdom's medical world! The president of the Traditional Chinese Medicine Association! A specially appointed expert at the Beijing 301 Hospital! He treats national leaders!"

"Holy crap! It's really him? I've seen him on TV!"

"Why is he here?"

...

The crowd erupted into a commotion, everyone staring wide-eyed and in shock at the old man.

The middle-aged doctor, who had been looking smug, suddenly turned around and recognized the newcomer at a glance.

That was a face he had seen countless times in medical journals and at academic conferences.

The titan of the Dragon Kingdom's medical world, Zhang Sansheng.

His lifelong idol.

The Middle-aged Man hurried forward and bowed respectfully.

"Old... Old Master Zhang! Hello, hello!"

"I am Lin De, a chief physician at the Xiamen City Second Hospital!"

"I saw you from a distance once at the medical summit in Beijing!"

Zhang Sansheng stopped, glanced at him, and spoke calmly: "I ask you, what illness does this child have?"

Lin De was stunned and stammered.

"This... the child has an airway obstruction, I..."

"Airway obstruction?" Zhang Sansheng frowned. "Did you see the cyst on his neck? I saw it even from within the crowd!"

Lin De's face stiffened, and cold sweat began to break out on his forehead: "I... I didn't notice it at the time..."

Zhang Sansheng's voice suddenly turned cold.

"As a doctor, to rush into a rescue without even clearly seeing the patient's basic condition—are you saving people or harming them?"

Lin De's face instantly turned pale.

Zhang Sansheng stopped looking at him, turned around, walked up to Ye Chen, and a smile appeared on his face: "Little friend, we meet again."

The entire crowd: "???"

What was going on?

The medical titan Zhang Sansheng calling a young man in his twenties "little friend"?

And that tone, that expression...

No matter how you looked at it, it didn't seem like an elder talking to a junior, but rather like equals?

Ye Chen glanced at Zhang Sansheng and smiled slightly.

"Old Master Zhang, what are you doing here?"

Zhang Sansheng laughed and pointed to the little girl in the young woman's arms beside him.

"I brought my great-granddaughter to the amusement park, and I didn't expect to run into you."

"Besides, I saw everything that just happened."

"As long as I am here, no one can doubt you!"

He turned around, faced the onlookers, and spoke with every word ringing with strength.

"You people, knowing nothing, yet you question and speculate wildly, talking about hype and acting?"

"I, Zhang Sansheng, have practiced medicine for sixty years. What illness have I not seen? What situation have I not experienced?"

"The child just now had a congenital branchial cleft cyst combined with an acute infection, which compressed the trachea and led to suffocation, cardiac arrest, and respiratory failure."

"The incidence of this disease is extremely low, but once it strikes, it is incredibly dangerous and can be fatal within minutes!"

"The countdown that young man did wasn't acting; he had determined the final time limit for the cyst's compression of the trachea!"

"The acupuncture he performed wasn't for hype; he literally snatched that child's life back from the gates of hell!"

"Yet you were misled and started talking about hype at every turn?"

"Doesn't your conscience hurt?!"

The entire place fell into a dead silence.

Those who had been heckling were now flushed red, lowering their heads and not daring to make a sound.

The woman holding the child felt tears well up again.

"Old Master! Thank you! Thank you for speaking up for my son!"

Zhang Sansheng waved his hand: "It's good that the child is fine. I didn't do anything, but the truth cannot be buried!"

The woman was very emotional and turned to bow deeply to Ye Chen again.

"Benefactor! I'm sorry!"

"When those people were talking nonsense earlier, I wasn't able to stand up and speak for you. I... I..."

She started crying again as she spoke.

Ye Chen waved his hand: "It's no matter."

Lin De stood there, feeling as if he had been struck by lightning, his face as pale as paper.

He never expected...

That Zhang Sansheng would appear here.

Even less did he expect Zhang Sansheng to speak up for that young man.

Then what had he become?

A clown who failed to show off and tried to cover up his own mistakes?

He panicked and stammered, "Old... Old Master Zhang, I really didn't know it was that kind of illness at the time, I..."

Zhang Sansheng turned his head and looked at him, his gaze terrifyingly calm.

"You didn't know? Just because you didn't know, you could treat him recklessly?"

"You are an attending physician in cardiothoracic surgery. A congenital branchial cleft cyst is basic knowledge in cardiothoracic surgery!"

"You've worked for fifteen years and you didn't even know this?"

Lin De's face turned from blue to white: "I... I..."

Zhang Sansheng shook his head and sighed.

"It's not that you didn't know; you just didn't look closely."

"You were too confident—so confident that you skipped even the most basic observation, listening, questioning, and pulse-taking."

"You jumped straight into CPR. The standard procedure is correct, but have you considered whether this child's symptoms really met the indications for CPR?"

Lin De lowered his head, unable to say a single word.

Zhang Sansheng looked at him and sighed again.

"Furthermore, you just said he was hyping things up and acting."

He pointed at Ye Chen, his tone suddenly becoming serious.

"Do you know who he is?"

Lin De was stunned and shook his head blankly.

Zhang Sansheng stood with his hands behind his back and spoke one word at a time.

"His name is Ye Chen."

"His medical skills are far superior to mine."