Fang Zhiyan approached to confirm his observations once more.
The girl lay in a coma; under the man's pressure, her severed jugular vein was indeed not bleeding.
However, there were no visible rises and falls of her chest, indicating that she wasn't breathing.
"Sir," Fang Zhiyan called out as he knelt down, "your pressure point is incorrect."
"What you're doing is harming her."
Upon hearing Fang Zhiyan's voice, the man frowned. "Who are you? I'm a doctor at the People's Hospital. Do you think my method is wrong?"
"I'm a doctor too," Fang Zhiyan replied.
But before he could finish, the man grew impatient.
"I've been practicing medicine at the People's Hospital for over ten years. Are you trying to teach me how to do my job?"
"I know anatomy well enough; how could I not know where the jugular vein is located?"
Fang Zhiyan paused, glancing again at the injured girl.
Due to the compression on her trachea, her complexion was turning a faint shade of purple.
Realizing the urgency, Fang Zhiyan couldn't afford to argue; he quickly moved the man's hand away from its pressing position.
The man was furious, about to retort when the girl suddenly gasped for air.
Her expression of suffocation eased momentarily.
"If she were an average adult, your pressure point wouldn't be a problem."
"But this girl is quite young and petite. By pressing on her jugular vein, you're also compressing her trachea, preventing her from breathing."
Fang Zhiyan explained rapidly, anxious to prevent any misunderstandings.
Upon hearing this, the man gave Fang Zhiyan a deep look, then refrained from further commentary.
The surrounding crowd began nodding in agreement.
Given the era, few people possessed recording devices, so they could only watch and not share.
Fang Zhiyan glanced at his watch.
The TCM Hospital was nearby, so the ambulance should arrive soon.
However, peak hours meant that the ambulance might face delays, especially since there were not many on the road.
He looked back at the unconscious girl.
She was covered in shards of glass, her arms exhibiting signs of venous dilation.
Typically, venous dilation signals a rise in internal thoracic pressure; at that moment, her chest was clearly exhibiting abnormal movements.
This indicated that she was experiencing a rare and life-threatening condition:
Traumatic pneumothorax!
Realizing this made Fang Zhiyan break out in a cold sweat.
Traumatic pneumothorax is divided into three types: open, closed, and tension pneumothorax.
Given that the girl had diminished breath sounds and was injured by glass, it was highly likely she suffered from the first type: open pneumothorax.
This rare life-threatening condition left no room for delay.
If the underlying cause could not be quickly identified and resolved, she certainly wouldn't survive.
At this moment, waiting for an ambulance was unrealistic.
He couldn't just stand by while someone was in danger.
Fang Zhiyan quickly stood up, shouting, "Does anyone have a knife? Is there any disinfectant alcohol?"
"This girl is showing signs of traumatic pneumothorax; we need to repair it immediately."
"What?" The man applying pressure was taken aback.
He wasn't a surgeon but was aware of the rarity and danger of traumatic pneumothorax.
"There's a pharmacy next door!" shouted the breakfast shop owner, indicating the direction.
Without hesitation, Fang Zhiyan dashed toward the pharmacy.
"I need high-concentration alcohol, a small knife, and adhesive tape!"
The owner, witnessing Fang Zhiyan's urgency, quickly gathered what he needed.
The speed at which the owner worked astonished Fang Zhiyan, but there was no time to waste.
He thanked the owner and rushed back to the scene.
The girl still lay on the ground, clearly not in a good situation.
Fang Zhiyan wasted no time, gently lifting the girl's shirt until he spotted the area marked with bruising, then promptly halted.
He donned rubber gloves, disinfecting his hands, the plastic tubing, the knife, and the area of her skin with high-concentration alcohol.
His swift and skilled movements caught the attention of the middle-aged man.
He wanted to say something, but Fang Zhiyan's every move was surprising him further.
How could a young man, clearly inexperienced, operate so smoothly that he, a seasoned doctor, felt lagging behind?
Fang Zhiyan took a deep breath and sliced open the plastic tube, inserting it into a nearby saline bottle.
Next, he brandished the knife as he searched for the specific location of the open pneumothorax on the girl's chest.
Once he determined the exact spot, he confidently pressed the knife against her skin, cutting along the natural lines.
Gasps echoed from the crowd.
Some people even shut their eyes, unable to watch.
Only the middle-aged man stood frozen, astonished by Fang Zhiyan's technique.
The incision was precise, following the skin's fine texture.
If she healed, the scar would be minimal!
The way Fang Zhiyan performed this procedure was remarkable!
The middle-aged man observed intently, increasingly curious about this young doctor.
After making the incision, Fang Zhiyan quickly inserted the plastic tube.
Within moments, bubbles began forming in the saline bottle.
At the same time, the young girl began to breathe deeply, her condition improving rapidly.
Only then did the middle-aged man realize that Fang Zhiyan had saved this young girl's life!
He glanced between Fang Zhiyan's surgical wound and the makeshift one-way valve he had created, utterly astounded.
"Young man, you're impressive. You've truly saved her," he remarked.
"Which hospital are you from? I've never seen you before!"
Hearing this, Fang Zhiyan looked up, flashing a grin.
"I'm from the emergency department of the TCM Hospital."
"The TCM Hospital?" The man was surprised, never expecting such a talent to emerge from it.
The surrounding crowd shared in the astonishment.
"Oh my gosh, he's a doctor from the TCM Hospital—so young and handsome, and his skills are exceptional!"
"If I get sick next time, I might as well check out the TCM Hospital."
"Who would've thought the emergency services at the TCM Hospital are so impressive."
Amidst the murmurs and discussions, the sound of an approaching ambulance could be heard from afar.
When the vehicle halted, a doctor jumped out in a hurry. "Where's the patient? Where's the patient?"
Everyone stepped in to assist, carrying the girl onto the ambulance.
Fang Zhiyan decided to hop on as well.
After all, he was an emergency department doctor; it'd be faster to ride than walk.
With the patient secured, the ambulance sped away, sirens wailing.
Meanwhile, at the TCM Hospital's emergency department, intern Zhu Zixiao was filing a complaint.
"Teacher Cao, this Fang Zhiyan was late on his first day!"
"This kind of person is unfit to be a doctor—does he even respect time?"
"Please be cautious around him; you wouldn't want to be dragged down by him later."