chapter 3 little girl with strange disease

Baqir had just finished speaking when another strange crying sound came from the clinic.
Granada and the young couple panicked. The child, who had just calmed down, suddenly started crying violently again, with a fierce expression, continuously scratching the young woman with her hands.
"Director Jackson, please take a look, what's happening here?" the young woman anxiously said, holding the child's hand.
Granada's face turned pale, continuously patting the child's back to comfort her, feeling extremely anxious inside. The child had just been fine, so why did the symptoms suddenly reappear?
At that moment, the child suddenly stopped crying, her body started convulsing violently, her eyes rolling back, frothing at the mouth, with her chest heaving intensely, clearly struggling to breathe.
Granada's face grew even more distressed. She quickly took the child in her arms, laid her flat on the bed, and started performing CPR with her hands stacked over the child's chest.
The bespectacled doctor was so scared that he hardly dared to breathe. Seeing the situation, he feared that a life might be lost, and that he could be implicated.
"Director Jackson, please save my daughter!" The young woman, seeing her daughter's face turning paler, collapsed on the ground, crying loudly.
"You quack! Do you even know how to treat a patient?" The young man panicked, suddenly breaking into a tirade, "If anything happens to my daughter, I'll make sure you pay with your life!"
Granada, with cold sweat on her forehead, kept performing chest compressions and mouth-to-mouth resuscitation on the child, but to no avail. The child's eyes remained tightly shut, her face turning blue, motionless, as if she was losing her life force.
Granada’s hands shook with nervousness. She didn't understand what was happening. In her many years of medical practice, she had never encountered such a situation.
"I'll kill you!"
Seeing the child's breath getting weaker, the young man lost his reason and rushed forward to attack Granada.
The bespectacled doctor mustered up his courage to intervene, but being physically weak, he was kicked into a corner by the young man. Then, the young man swung his hand towards Granada's head.
Granada, frightened and unable to dodge, braced herself for the blow.
But the expected slap didn't come. Granada looked up and saw the man's hand stopped mid-air by a strong grip.
Baqir had positioned himself in front of her at some unknown point.
"Violence won't solve anything," Baqir said as he pushed the man's hand away.
"My daughter is dying because of this quack!" the young man shouted furiously at Granada, eyes red with rage, like a wild beast.
"With me here, your daughter won't die," Baqir stated firmly.
Looking at Baqir's determined expression, Granada felt momentarily dazed, experiencing an inexplicable feeling.
A sense of security?
Impossible, how could this useless man give her such a feeling?
"Fine, then you treat her. If you fail, I will make sure you all pay!" the young man yelled wildly.
Ignoring him, Baqir turned to check the little girl's pulse.
"What are you doing! You don't know how to treat her," Granada came over and pulled Baqir, scolding him in a low voice.
"I haven't told you before, but I've secretly read some of your medical book. I understand a bit," Baqir made up.
"Nonsense! How could reading just a few books possiblly treat an illness? " Granada while speaking, had already taken out her phone to call 120, despite that she knew deep down that when 120 arrived, it would only be to collect a lifeless body.
While she spoke, Baqir had already lifted the little girl by her feet, his four fingers together with the thumb positioned against the first joint of the index finger, palm hollow, and gently tapped the child's back twice.
"What are you doing!" the young man bellowed.
Before he finished speaking, the previously unconscious girl coughed twice, spitting out a mouthful of murky black phlegm. Then, she started crying again weakly due to prolonged lack of oxygen, but the sound was still odd.
Then Baqir held her upright, pressing slightly on the inside of her neck with his thumb. Instantly, the little girl's breathing became smoother.
However, she kept crying and scratching at Baqir with a fierce expression, seemingly filled with hatred.
Baqir didn't dodge, looking intently at the little girl, his deep eyes shimmering with a fiery glow, like a flame.
This was the Resurrection Technique, a mystical technique passed down through generations. When mastered, one could dispel low-level wandering spirits with just a glance.
Baqir was now certain that the little girl was possessed by something similar to him, but evidently, this entity was not as benign and intended to harm the girl.
Although Baqir's cultivation was still shallow, the sight of the light in Baqir's eyes immediately calmed the previously crying little girl, who looked at him with a flicker of immense terror in her eyes.
Then, she struggled fiercely, jumped off Baqir, and ran quickly to the young woman sitting paralyzed on the ground. She hugged the woman's neck and said obediently, "Mommy, I'm okay now, let's go home."
Seeing their daughter return to normal, the young couple was overjoyed and embraced each other in tears.
Granada's hanging heart was immediately put at ease, somewhat self-blaming for not realizing that the little girl was choked by phlegm.
Then, she looked at Baqir somewhat angrily. Did this useless man know what he was doing at all? He had no medical skills, yet he dared to act rashly. It was pure luck that he managed to cure the little girl. If anything had happened to her, he would also have to bear the responsibility.
However, deep down, she was somewhat grateful to Baqir. In the past, whenever there was trouble, he would hide behind her, but today he stood up for her, indicating that the fall he suffered last time indeed affected his head.
"Your daughter is temporarily out of danger now, but what I just did was only a symptomatic treatment. To cure her completely, she needs to be given a few more needles," Baqir said, looking at the little girl.
"No, Mommy, I don't want needles. I'm already fine," the little girl said, looking at Baqir with a hint of fear in her eyes.
"What are you talking about nonsense!"
Granada walked over and scolded him in a low voice. This useless man didn't know when to stop and really thought of himself as a doctor.
The young man gave Baqir a cold glance, without a trace of gratitude, and snorted, "You expect us to let you treat her again? I'd rather my daughter had a longer life."
"If you have any more problems after going back, don't blame me for not warning you."
Baqir frowned slightly, somewhat displeased. He had just saved their daughter's life, and not only were they ungrateful, but their attitude was also extremely rude.
"Damn you, who are you cursing!" The young man suddenly stood up, ready to start a fight, but the young woman quickly pulled him back.
Only then did the young man suppress his anger, picked up his daughter, and walked out. Before leaving, he coldly dropped a sentence, "My brother-in-law is the deputy director of the Health Bureau. Wait for your clinic to be inspected."
The young woman glanced at Granada and left without saying a word, quickly following out.
Granada felt somewhat bitter in her heart. In the past, when she treated their child, they were all thankful. She didn't expect that a little accident would turn them into enemies in an instant.
"People are fickle. It's normal. Don't take it to heart," Baqir seemed to understand her thoughts and comforted her softly.
"Don't pretend to know things you don't understand in fields you've never been involved with before!"
Granada was not grateful at all, gave him a cold glance, and ignored him, busy with her own work.
"Lucky bastard."
The bespectacled doctor who had been kicked and cried by the young man had also straightened his clothes and gave Baqir a disdainful look.
What kind of people are in this clinic? He had just solved their problem.
Baqir was speechless, suddenly wanting to die again, and then randomly possess someone else, which would surely be better than this useless life.
After the young couple took their child and drove back, the young man kept cursing along the way, saying that this was not over. The young woman persuaded him to let it go, after all, Granada had helped them a lot before.
"Damn the director. I told you to go to the Hospital of Queanmond City, but you didn't listen, and you almost killed Jacarra!" The young man cursed angrily, "And her stupid husband, even daring to curse our daughter. If it weren't for his lucky treatment of our daughter, I would have slapped him!"
After saying this, he called his brother-in-law at the Health Bureau and exaggerated the story.
The young woman, named Amia Sandford, and her husband, Ola Watkins, came from a wealthy family, hence their arrogance.
Her father, Tab Watkins, had been the director of Queanmond City Health Bureau and had retired just two years ago. It was because of her father that her brother-in-law became the deputy director of the Health Bureau. So, she was confident that one phone call could ruin the Hoene Clinic.
At this time, Tab and his wife were anxiously pacing at home. To them, their granddaughter was their heart and soul.
After Ola and his wife brought their child home, the old couple immediately ran over to embrace their granddaughter. After checking that everything was normal, they finally breathed a sigh of relief.
But before they could celebrate, the child suddenly rolled her eyes back, her body convulsed rapidly again, and her chest heaved violently, struggling to breathe.
Ola and his wife, along with the two elders, were shocked and quickly drove to the Hospital of Queanmond City.
After the child was taken to the emergency room, Ola cursed furiously, insisting that it was Granada who had caused his daughter's condition.
Tab's face turned iron blue, and without saying a word, he stared unblinkingly at the emergency room, believing his granddaughter would be fine because Kaden Lee, the well-known national internal medicine expert and vice president of Queanmond City, had just gone in.
In the whole of Queanmond City, very few people could afford to have him personally perform surgery.
However, Kaden came out in less than a minute, sweating profusely, and said, "Mr. Watkins, I've never seen this kind of disease. I'm afraid your granddaughter... can't be saved..."
Upon hearing this, Amia and her mother-in-law immediately collapsed on the bench, holding their heads and crying bitterly.
"How is that possible!" Ola sprang up and yelled at Kaden, "If you can't cure my daughter, then you don't deserve to be the vice president!"
"Ola!" Tab scolded his son and asked with great sorrow, "Is there really no way?"
Kaden nodded gravely, "With our hospital's capabilities, we can only keep her going for another hour."
His implication was clear, it was already too late to transfer to a hospital in Johnstret City.
Actually, Tab knew that if even Kaden was helpless, it would be futile no matter where they went.
"Dad, I know how to save Jacarra!"
Ola looked at his daughter in the emergency room with a pained heart and quickly described how Baqir had treated her in the clinic.
Kaden didn't dare to delay, rushed in, and tried to invert Jacarra as Ola had described, patting her back with hollow palms, but it was ineffective.
"That's impossible!" Ola stood dumbfounded, sweat dripping down his face.
Amia, recalling Baqir's reminder that her daughter was not completely cured, rushed over to tell her father-in-law and Kaden about it.
"Mr. Watkins, I suggest we invite this young man over. Maybe he has a way," Kaden said, willing to try anything.
Amia looked at Ola, then cautiously told her father-in-law about the conflict between Ola and Baqir.
"Ridiculous! I've always told you to be more steady!"
Tab kicked Ola angrily and said sternly, "Hurry up and go apologize to him!"
Saying this, he no longer cared about the dignity he had as a former director and ran out, with Ola quickly following.
Granada was busy treating patients in the clinic, and Baqir sat idly in a chair, reading a magazine. The nurses and doctors passing by looked at him with contempt.
What kind of man was this? His wife was working hard inside, and he was doing nothing here.
Suddenly, a sharp braking sound came from outside. A white van, with "Health Supervision" written on it, stopped outside.
Later, several men in Health Bureau uniforms got out of the van, led by Ola's brother-in-law, Powa Dabney. He waved his hand and commanded, "Inspect this place thoroughly!"