CHAPTER 201: 201 QI IS TRAPPED WITHIN.

Du Xuejing grew anxious when she saw her best friend faint and wanted to rush over.

But Du Heng stopped her, refusing to let her go no matter how she struggled.

It wasn’t that Du Heng was being selfish; Du Xuejing wouldn’t be of much help over there. Besides causing herself worry and panic, she would also interfere with the rescue by the medical staff.

The most critical things for a heatstroke victim who has fainted are ventilation and cooling.

The crowd converged on her. With the current temperature, plus the heat emanating from their bodies, cooling her down was impossible.

If the temperature wasn’t brought down, the dense crowd would lead to poor air circulation. This wasn’t helping; it was actively hindering.

After Du Heng explained things to Du Xuejing, she stopped insisting on going over, but she still looked toward the girl, her face full of worry.

"Little Uncle, can Xiao Ying still take the exam after she recovers?" Du Xuejing asked with concern.

Du Heng also looked toward the girl. "It’s likely she can, but with this treatment method, the patient might feel dizzy or confused when they wake up, and their reaction speed will definitely be affected."

Du Xuejing became anxious. "That can’t be! The math exam is in the afternoon. How is she going to answer questions if she’s feeling fuzzy?"

"There’s nothing we can do."

Physical cooling lowers a heatstroke patient’s body temperature, restoring it to normal. But this is external cooling, and the summer heat inside their body hasn’t been cleared yet, so feeling dizzy or confused, even nauseous, is a normal reaction when awakening.

"Little Uncle, do you have a solution?"

Du Heng hesitated.

He had medicine in his bag, but the problem remained: it was homemade, and he wasn’t in his place of professional practice. Especially now, this situation didn’t strictly qualify as an emergency. If he used his medication, the risk would be substantial.

"There are doctors over there; trust them. Also, feeling dizzy and fuzzy can vary depending on the person’s physical constitution. Those with good constitutions recover faster, while those with a poor one recover a bit slower."

Du Heng saw Du Xuejing’s anxiety. He could only console his niece as best he could.

However, as time passed and the school gates opened, allowing students to gradually enter the examination hall, the girl named Xiao Ying still hadn’t regained consciousness.

The sight of students crowding toward the school gate made Xiao Ying’s mother even more agitated, her emotions once again on the brink of collapse.

The Emergency Doctor didn’t have a solution either.

The only option now was to start an infusion and then transfer her to the hospital for treatment.

If this dragged on, not only would the child miss her exam, but her health might also be harmed.

"Ma’am, your child is still unconscious. We have no other choice but to take her to the hospital."

Xiao Ying’s mother was speechless, then burst into tears of despair.

Du Xuejing, who was slowly inching towards the entrance, looked back at Du Heng again, her eyes filled with a desperate plea.

Seeing his niece’s expression, Du Heng knew that if this girl didn’t make it into the examination hall today, his own niece would also be affected.

He sighed, then said to Du Xuejing, "Don’t worry. You go into the examination hall, and I’ll go see what I can do, okay?"

"Little Uncle, didn’t you say... You still shouldn’t go." Hearing Du Heng was going to intervene, Du Xuejing started to worry about him.

Du Heng shook his head with a wry smile. She was just a young girl, after all.

"Alright, hurry and go in. I’m going over now. Don’t worry, I know how to protect myself."

Having said that, he turned and walked towards the shade of a tree.

At this moment, Xiao Ying’s mother was still wailing loudly, having completely lost her composure. Meanwhile, the Emergency Doctor had begun to direct the police officers and nurses to prepare to move Xiao Ying into the ambulance.

Du Heng approached the Emergency Doctor, retrieved his work ID from his bag, and handed it over. "Hello, I am a practitioner of traditional Chinese medicine. May I take a look?"

The Emergency Doctor glanced at Du Heng and then at the ID in his hand, a hint of suspicion in his eyes.

This was because Du Heng’s work ID listed his position as "Dean."

Yet, looking at Du Heng, he seemed far too young for such a title.

Understanding his concern, Du Heng glanced back at Du Xuejing, who was repeatedly looking their way, and said, "You can call to verify it now, but could I examine the patient’s current condition?"

The Emergency Doctor hesitated for a moment. "Go ahead." However, he didn’t actually make the call to verify, instead keeping Du Heng’s work ID in hand as he followed him.

Having received permission, Du Heng had them lay the patient flat and began his examination.

After a short while, Du Heng had a clear understanding of the situation. He stood up and said to the Emergency Doctor, "Can we have a word in private?"

The Emergency Doctor was taken aback for a moment, then quickly replied, "Alright."

Under the watchful eyes of the assisting police officers and nurses, as well as Xiao Ying’s mother, the two moved to the side of the ambulance, stopping where they were out of others’ sight.

"The patient initially suffered from what we call ’heat blockage,’ caused by an overabundance of summer heat combined with anxiety. However, your treatment only focused on cooling and relieving summer heat, without dispersing the internal heat. Consequently, the internal heat didn’t dissipate, and it has now become ’qi blockage,’ which is why the patient hasn’t woken up."

Du Heng tried his best to simplify the traditional Chinese medicine terminology. He just didn’t know if this doctor would accept the theories of ’heat blockage’ and ’qi blockage.’

Many doctors, especially younger ones, held a less-than-friendly attitude towards traditional Chinese medicine, to be frank.

However, this doctor was an Emergency Doctor. Having encountered many peculiar illnesses and witnessed various treatment methods lacking scientific backing, he was relatively open to Du Heng’s explanation after hearing it.

"Doctor Du, is it? Since you’ve made a diagnosis, do you have a treatment method in mind?"

Du Heng glanced at the girl not far away. "This young girl has her college entrance examination very soon. If she’s taken to the hospital, she’ll surely miss this year’s exam, wasting an entire year of effort."

He paused for a moment. "I have some medicine here, a powder medicine I prepared myself called Resolving Summerheat Powder. I can guarantee that one dose will cure her. Within half an hour, all symptoms will subside, and it won’t physiologically affect the child’s ability to take the examination. But, as you know, I’m hesitant to use it."

The college entrance examination was a concern for the Emergency Doctor as well; they had all taken it and knew what it signified. Moreover, seeing the state of the girl’s mother, they knew she likely wouldn’t let them easily put the child into the ambulance.

After a moment of hesitation, the Emergency Doctor asked, "Could I see the medicine?"

Instead of presenting the medicine, Du Heng pointed to the ambulance behind them. "Can we go inside the car?"

"Yes." The Emergency Doctor understood Du Heng’s concerns. If someone with malicious intent photographed Du Heng administering the medicine, not only would Du Heng be in trouble, but he himself would be implicated too.

Subsequently, under the puzzled gazes of everyone present, the two of them entered the back of the ambulance and closed the door.

Inside the ambulance, Du Heng took out the medicine and handed it to the Emergency Doctor.

The Emergency Doctor stared at the powder medicine in his hand, a type of powdered drug, completely bewildered.

After some thought, he pulled out his phone and made a call to verify Du Heng’s credentials.

If Du Heng truly was the Dean of a Health Clinic, he would choose to trust him. To hold such a position at his age, one either had connections or exceptional skills. Regardless of which it was, he believed Du Heng wouldn’t act recklessly.

If Du Heng wasn’t, then he would choose to call the police. Frauds had to be punished, especially one trifling with a young girl’s future and life—such a person deserved severe punishment.

Of course, with the police right nearby, he felt quite secure; he didn’t believe Du Heng would do something so foolish.