I insist

Chapter 141: Shifting the Blame

She knew that if she paid attention to Lin Yecheng, he would only become more aggressive. So she decided to ignore him and wait until he got tired of shouting and shut up.

"Something's wrong! Quick, call a doctor!"

A sharp sound rang out in the crowd, drawing the attention of almost everyone at the banquet. Song Miqiu strode over to investigate, with Lin Yecheng following behind.

He managed to shut his mouth, his brow furrowed as he rushed over. At the same time, Lin Yecheng raised one hand to clear a path for himself from the crowd, saying, "Excuse me, I'm a doctor!"

Lin Yecheng successfully squeezed in and saw Yan's father lying on the ground with his face flushed and his eyes tightly closed. He realized that the situation was extremely critical.

He quickly squatted down, lifted Yan's father's wrist with one hand, placed three fingers on it, and frowned as he took the other's pulse.

Song Miqiu stood in the crowd, peeking out to observe everything. She immediately realized that Yan's father had suffered a heart attack, and Lin Yecheng clearly hadn't noticed this, or perhaps he didn't know that Yan's father had a heart condition before coming to the banquet.

Otherwise, according to Lin Yecheng's mind, he would definitely prepare for a heart attack in advance, just so that he could make a big splash at the banquet and let everyone know him as Lin Yecheng.

After all, as the head of the academy, he doesn't have many opportunities to appear in public, so he naturally needs to make the most of them to expand his network of contacts.

Cold sweat slowly seeped from Lin Yecheng's forehead. He wiped the sweat from his forehead with his free hands and slowly lowered them.

He stood up and looked down at Yan's father lying on the ground, remaining silent.

Mother Yan squatted down beside Father Yan. Seeing that Lin Yecheng remained silent after taking her pulse, she looked extremely anxious, and her voice trembled with sobs as she cried out, "Doctor Lin, please tell me what's wrong with my husband! Please save him quickly!"

“This…” Lin Yecheng stammered. The illness was very complicated in his eyes, and he dared not treat the patient easily.

If treating an illness results in the person's death, not only will he lose his position as the head of the hospital, but his reputation will also plummet among the locals.

He felt a little regretful for coming out so early to steal the spotlight. Lin Yecheng looked around and his gaze suddenly fell on Song Miqiu. The tension he felt earlier vanished instantly.

Lin Yecheng suddenly realized that he could use Song Miqiu as a scapegoat. In that case, no matter what happened to Yan's father, whether he lived or died, it would have nothing to do with him, Lin Yecheng.

“Madam, another colleague of mine is more skilled in this area, and since she happens to be here today, why don’t I invite her out?” Lin Yecheng said apologetically, clasping his hands in a gesture of respect.

Mother Yan nodded haphazardly, her hands cradling Father Yan's head, her eyes bloodshot. "In that case, why don't you go and shout!"

Lin Yecheng smiled and agreed. He looked up at Song Miqiu in the crowd and shouted gloatingly, "Song Miqiu, please come out and treat him!"

Seeing this, Song Miqiu calmly walked out from the crowd.

When the people around saw that it was Song Miqiu who came out, and at the same time noticed Lin Yecheng's expression, they immediately questioned Lin Yecheng's medical skills.

In their view, since Lin Yecheng was the head of the hospital, he must be highly skilled in all aspects of medicine, so why would anyone say that he was not good at this aspect?

At the same time, this is clearly a way of shifting the blame to someone else, probably because they think Yan's father is dying and the doctor who came later is easy to bully, so they are just passing the buck.

Thinking of this, several people felt sympathy for Song Miqiu and let out a heavy sigh.

When Song Miqiu walked out of the crowd, she naturally heard people around her whispering and discussing everything about it.

She heard every word of the conversation, but Song Miqiu remained calm, believing that saving lives was the priority.

She went to Yan's father's side, quickly checked him over, and found that all he needed to do was take heart medication.

Song Miqiu breathed a sigh of relief and immediately took out the porcelain bottle from her waist bag. She uncorked it and pretended to feed the pills to Yan's father.

"Hey!"

Suddenly, a brute force pushed Song Miqiu away, and Song Miqiu hurriedly put the stopper back in.

Startled, Song Miqiu quickly opened her palm to check the porcelain bottle. She had just held the bottle with one hand and supported her body with both arms, which prevented the bottle containing her heart medication from breaking.

She let out a heavy sigh of relief, finally putting her mind at ease. She glanced impatiently at Yan's mother and asked coldly, "What are you doing?"

Points are hard to come by, and heart medicine is even harder to come by. If she gave all the heart medicine she had to Yan's father, it would be enough to keep him healthy for six months to a year!

If the porcelain bottle had broken when Yan Mu pushed it, then all the expensive heart medicine would have been wasted.

"What tricks can you possibly find out? Sending you to check is just to mess with my master!" Mother Yan said angrily.

She had never liked Song Miqiu. When Lin Yecheng said he wanted to recommend someone, she agreed without thinking, but it turned out to be Song Miqiu.

Yan's mother deeply regretted agreeing to Lin Yecheng's request.

The latter's face grew increasingly red. He opened his mouth, placed his palm on his heart, and gripped the clothes pressed tightly against it. Perhaps he was in great pain, for Yan's father's brows furrowed deeply.

After arguing with Song Miqiu for a short while, Yan's mother noticed that Yan's father was acting strangely. She quickly reached out and patted his face, but he was still struggling and had no intention of responding to her.

"Master? Master!"

Suddenly, Yan's father froze, unable to move, but his face remained flushed.

Upon seeing this, Yan's mother's eyes widened, her pupils suddenly contracted, and tears quickly welled up in her eyes as she cried out loudly, "Master!"

Song Miqiu frowned as he observed Yan's father's condition. He saw that the man was clearly in shock, and if he was not treated quickly, the consequences would be unimaginable.

She pushed Yan's mother away, put her hands together, and pressed them hard against Yan's father's chest.

The mother of the swallow barely realized what was happening when she saw Song Miqiu's actions and expression, and she tried to pull him away with a ferocious look on her face.

"Shut up!" Song Miqiu roared sharply, her brows furrowed. She coldly swept her gaze over Yan's mother. "If you want your master to live, you'd better shut your mouth and stay quietly to the side!"

Her words immediately intimidated Yan's mother.

The latter slumped to the side, dumbfounded, watching Song Miqiu press on his master's chest a few times while observing Yan's father's facial features.

Finally, Yan's mother saw Song Miqiu take out the porcelain bottle again, uncork it, pour out two pills, pry open Yan's father's mouth, and feed them directly to him.

Song Miqiu pressed down on Yan's father's chin, and at the same time, forced him to swallow the medicine unconsciously by sliding his neck down.

After doing all this, she sat on the ground, exhausted. Her hair was soaked with sweat that had seeped in from somewhere. Song Miqiu pursed her lips and breathed rapidly through her nose.