135: Using medical skills to save people in public, the classic story of a miracle doctor is reproduced!

Just as everyone was still immersed in Yu Miaoyin's ethereal singing, unable to extricate themselves, a terrified shout suddenly erupted from the crowd: "Someone fainted!"

A young girl in a JK skirt lay slumped in her seat, completely still.

Her face was as pale as paper, devoid of color, and her eyes were tightly shut, long eyelashes casting fan-shaped shadows on her pallid cheeks, as if her Life Qi had been instantly drained.

Her JK skirt, originally playful and cute, now seemed out of place given her lifeless state.

The hem of her skirt was disheveled around her, her white calves stretched out limply, and one of her Mary Jane shoes was slightly askew.

The people around her were startled at first, then burst into exclamations.

A young girl covered her mouth in horror, her eyes wide with panic and fear, her body trembling uncontrollably, completely oblivious to the fluorescent stick that had dropped from her hand.

The middle-aged man beside her was filled with anxiety, fine beads of sweat instantly appearing on his forehead, his brows tightly furrowed into a ' river' character, as he loudly shouted, "Quick, call for help!"

An old man wearing glasses, his lips trembling slightly, kept muttering, "Oh dear, oh dear."

Nearby audience members stood up one after another, pushing and shoving, wanting to investigate, yet afraid to get close, and the scene became chaotic.

This panicked emotion spread rapidly like a lit wildfire.

The originally orderly seating area instantly became disorganized, people surged from all directions, trying to see what had happened.

Some anxiously stood on tiptoes, trying to see over the crowd, but were pushed back and forth.

Someone shouted loudly for help, their voice becoming sharp and piercing due to tension, appearing even more hysterical in the noisy environment.

And this chaotic scene naturally fell into Yu Miaoyin's eyes on the stage.

Yu Miaoyin's expression changed slightly, her originally lively eyes instantly filled with worry and anxiety.

She blinked, without time to think further, quickly picked up the microphone in her hand, her voice clear yet carrying an undeniable steadiness: "What happened?"

Her voice, amplified through the speakers, spread throughout the entire concert venue, standing out clearly amidst the chaotic human voices. There was a clamor below the stage, and after a moment, someone responded: "A girl fainted!"

Yu Miaoyin's delicate brows furrowed, her heart burning with anxiety, and she immediately said: "Quick! Where are the medical staff? Tell them to go check on her quickly!"

As soon as her voice fell, several medical staff in white uniforms, carrying medicine boxes and emergency equipment, rushed into the venue from backstage with hurried expressions.

The medical staff quickly moved through the crowd, struggling to reach the girl's side. They skillfully opened their medicine boxes and took out various emergency equipment.

However, after only a moment...

The doctor's face instantly became solemn, and he suddenly stood up, shouting to the people around him: "It's no good, she's still unconscious, and it seems like her heart is about to stop!"

This sound was like a thunderclap, instantly freezing the already tense atmosphere around them.

Yu Miaoyin's heart tightened once again.

Without time to think, she unhesitatingly strode off the stage. Along the way, everyone seemed to be driven by an invisible force, orderly making way for her.

Yu Miaoyin arrived in front of the young girl, only to see her face extremely pale, her chest showing no rise or fall, appearing to have truly lost her heartbeat.

Her heart instantly sank to rock bottom, so nervous that cold sweat broke out on her palms.

If something like this happened at her concert, she would be restless from then on.

Yu Miaoyin looked at the doctor holding the emergency equipment beside her, her voice trembling slightly as she asked: "Is it no good?"

The doctor's face was full of anxiety, his brows knitted together, and he shook his head vigorously, his voice filled with helplessness and urgency: "No, we've tried many emergency methods, but none have had any effect."

Yu Miaoyin's brows immediately furrowed. She half-crouched, extending her fair, jade-like hand, and gently placed it on the girl's pulse.

Her fingers trembled slightly as she carefully felt for it.

However, her expression also gradually became solemn; the girl's pulse was extremely weak, almost imperceptible.

And although she possessed the strength of the Innate Realm, she Cultivated a sound-based Cultivation Technique and was completely ignorant of medical skills.

In this situation, even calling an ambulance now would be completely too late.

Just then, Yu Miaoyin suddenly thought of someone, an handsome face appearing in her mind.

And just as the face in her mind emerged, Yu Miaoyin suddenly felt a figure quickly approaching from her side, squatting down tightly beside her.

Her heart stirred, and she turned to look.

It was him, indeed.

Yu Miaoyin looked at the familiar face before her, and her mind suddenly settled. At this moment, time seemed to slow down.

Yu Miaoyin felt a familiar and reassuring aura wash over her, an aura that seemed to carry a faint scent of pine wood, miraculously easing her originally flustered heart.

She could even feel the warmth radiating from Lu Chen's body, a warmth like the winter sun, transmitted through their clothes, warming her to her core.

Yu Miaoyin subconsciously turned her face, her gaze meeting Lu Chen's perfectly.

Lu Chen's eyes held calmness and steadiness. He glanced at the girl, then nodded to Yu Miaoyin, and softly said: "Don't panic, I'll give it a try."

Yu Miaoyin nodded vigorously, her breathing unconsciously steadying, her previously trembling hands gradually stopped shaking, and her eyes were filled with trust and expectation.

Lu Chen was just about to feel the girl's pulse.

The doctor, quick-witted, stepped forward, his hands spread out like a shield, blocking Lu Chen.

His face was filled with distrust and disdain, his eyes squinted, and he let out a heavy snort from his nose: "Who are you? Are you a doctor? You just say you'll try? What if you treat her incorrectly?!"

Lu Chen's expression was calm, and he gently shook his head, responding honestly: "I am not a doctor."

The doctor curled his lip, his face full of disdain, and with his arms crossed over his chest, he looked Lu Chen up and down, raising his voice to mock: "Not a doctor and you dare to treat illnesses indiscriminately? Do you think this is playing house?! Go, go, hurry up and leave, don't delay us here."

The people around also echoed him.

A stylish young man, with his hands in his pockets and his head slightly tilted up, a mocking smile on his face, loudly said: "This person is really desperate to show off, he dares to say anything."

A middle-aged woman with permed hair beside him, with her hands on her hips and her eyes wide, chimed in: "That's right, even doctors don't dare to say they can cure this illness, but he actually says he can. He's really too boastful."

An old man wearing a baseball cap shook his head and clucked: "Aren't young people nowadays all like this, bragging without a second thought."

Someone else shouted from the crowd: "Forget it, don't mind them, let's just call for emergency help quickly, it might be too late if we delay any longer."

Everyone nodded, speaking one after another, their voices rising and falling, full of sarcasm and disdain.

The lines were truly classic.

Lu Chen listened to these words, his brows slightly furrowed, a hint of helplessness flashing in his eyes.

Yu Miaoyin, seeing the distrust of the people around, also furrowed her delicate brows, her voice clear yet firm, and she said loudly:

"Everyone, stop arguing! I trust him, he can definitely do it."