Everyone was startled and quickly moved aside, making way.
For the young cosplayers, who were primarily teenagers, they indeed lacked the ability to handle emergencies, but if someone was willing to step up and take charge, the anime fans would also be willing to actively cooperate.
This was much better than certain extreme groups.
Under everyone's gaze, a graceful "beauty" walked over. Her appearance was truly stunning, capable of captivating a nation. If an outsider saw her, they might frown directly, thinking it too childish and unwilling to believe it.
But the character itself was an incredibly authoritative one.
Generally, even cosplayers and anime fans within the community would only treat it as a performance, but in such a situation, it was actually a bonus.
They also held a bit more anticipation for this Lingsha who suddenly stepped forward.
Since her cosplay was so accurate, her medical skills must also be excellent, Lingsha!
Mo Yu didn't pay attention to the gazes of those around him, nor did he speculate on their thoughts. After all, for a doctor, life was not a game.
With this seriousness and earnestness, Mo Yu quickly stepped forward, then gently knelt on the ground, examining carefully.
Various scents mixed and rushed into his nostrils: the smell of different people's sweat, the smell of various foods, and various other smells that only Mo Yu himself could distinguish. This was the trouble with a crowd.
Even if Mo Yu didn't have such an extraordinary ability, a crowd would indeed affect a doctor's judgment and a patient's condition to some extent.
Fortunately, Mo Yu eventually found clues amidst the complex odors, and then observed with his eyes. As for questioning, it was no longer necessary; the others around could no longer provide any useful information.
Mo Yu gently grasped the girl's wrist to take her pulse.
At this, Mo Yu's previously tense expression gradually relaxed, but then immediately tensed up again.
"Shallow, rapid breathing, unstable pulse, sweat on her forehead and palms... suspected epilepsy... but... there's no smell of food on her..."
"Has 120 been called?"
"Yes, yes, it has."
A grey-haired girl stepped forward, as if claiming credit. Hmm, this was an acquaintance, a female Trailblazer cosplayer, holding a baseball bat in her hand.
But that didn't mean Mo Yu would praise her directly.
"Did you clearly state the exact address and the patient's condition?"
"Uh... uh... roughly."
Hearing Mo Yu's interrogation, the girl scratched her cheek, a little uncertainly.
"You're her friend or relative, right?"
Mo Yu sighed helplessly, then turned his gaze to the girl who had remained by his side. Compared to earlier, her emotions had stabilized somewhat, but she was still tearful, and some of her makeup had smudged.
"Yes, yes, she's my best friend."
"She didn't eat anything this morning, did she? And it seems she stayed up all night."
"Uh... yes, because we were too excited, we couldn't sleep, and then we got up early to do our makeup."
The girl nodded and explained. Of course, this wasn't uncommon for cosplayers going to an Anime Convention, because makeup also required considering skin condition, and then because of the excitement, many people simply stayed up all night.
And at some large Anime Conventions with many people, due to makeup artist scheduling and other reasons, some people even needed to do their makeup at one or two in the morning, making sleep impossible, and as for breakfast... that was also very difficult.
"Then do you know she didn't eat anything last night either?"
As he said this, Mo Yu's voice carried a hint of helplessness, while the girl beside him widened her eyes, then immediately thought of something.
"That... she said it was to maintain her figure or something..."
"But that's no reason not to eat."
Mo Yu spread his hands.
That's right, he had already made the diagnosis and didn't need any other tests—of course, if she went to the hospital, tests would be unavoidable. This child... was simply suffering from severe hypoglycemia, perhaps combined with excessive fatigue.
"Don't worry too much, she has hypoglycemia."
"Oh, oh!"
Hearing this answer, the girl's eyes immediately lit up, and the others around them also showed expressions of realization.
In fact, hypoglycemia isn't very common in real life, at least fainting is rare, but even so, people nowadays are quite familiar with this condition.
After all—various jokes and cases are common on the internet, especially those confusing white sugar and white powder, which further increased its notoriety. After all, China's anti-drug awareness, those who know, know.
"Lord Si Ding! I have a lollipop here!"
In the crowd, a Naruto cosplayer wearing an abstract mask held up a lollipop.
"Hmm, thank you."
After being passed through the crowd, Mo Yu received the lollipop from the cosplayer. After unwrapping it, Mo Yu handed it to her friend.
"Keep her in a side-lying position, then rotate the lollipop in her mouth. Can you do that?"
The girl nodded solemnly and reached out to take the lollipop.
Seeing this, Mo Yu also breathed a sigh of relief. He then stood up, ready to leave. Just as he was about to depart, Mo Yu seemed to suddenly remember something and quickly cautioned: "She has already fainted. Do not give her drinks or food."
Hearing Mo Yu's warning, some people around quietly put their things away.
Mo Yu could only shake his head helplessly at this. Indeed, many people had some understanding of hypoglycemia, but they had also developed some stereotypes because of those videos.
If the person was still conscious, feeding them would naturally be fine, but if they were unconscious, and if the lollipop didn't work, then the ambulance would have to take her to the hospital for an intravenous injection.
After Mo Yu finished handling the situation, the Anime Convention organizers finally rushed over. After understanding the situation, they also expressed their gratitude to Mo Yu.
After all, the person fainted at the Anime Convention, and as organizers, they had a responsibility.
"Are you a medical student, teacher?"
"No, I am a doctor. I have a Traditional Chinese Medicine practitioner's license."
Mo Yu said calmly, but inwardly, he was secretly thrilled. He finally got to show off! He had been waiting for this opportunity for a long time!
"So it's really Lord Si Ding!"
While the organizers were communicating with Mo Yu, there were naturally others watching the commotion. Hearing Mo Yu's reply, they all showed respect.
Medical students who could take a pulse and possessed some medical knowledge were not uncommon, but young doctors with a Traditional Chinese Medicine practitioner's license who could wander around outside were very rare, especially one who perfectly matched and portrayed the character they were cosplaying.
It could be anticipated that someone would soon upload the scene from earlier online, thereby creating a wave of buzz.