"Wearing an oxygen mask is useless; it seems her breathing is suppressed!"
The middle-aged male doctor leading the rescue team made a preliminary diagnosis after examining her.
Wei Xianxian stood nearby, his face already pale, looking like an idiot, unable to do anything.
He was just a drifter struggling abroad until Doctor Xu took him in and taught him the bone-setting technique. Later, after making some money, he colluded with the local judge to find a way to upgrade his academic credentials.
Who knows how he obtained a professor's title.
In these times, there are two kinds of professors: genuine professors and those who are no more than charlatans masquerading as experts.
Wei Xianxian is almost an outsider when it comes to such advanced clinical rescue knowledge. Charlatan, charlatan, charlatan.
Aside from standing there blankly, he had no other solution.
"They said not to show off if you don't have the capability! Now there's trouble, and it's no small error."
