The driver was dumbfounded. Only then did he realize there was no life-saving equipment on the bus. It's like a clever housewife can't cook without rice.

Thinking of this, he decided not to trouble the intern anymore.

Even if you hand a knife to the intern to save someone, they probably wouldn't stand a chance.

The driver gritted his teeth, "I'll urge the emergency center again."

He glanced at the patient lying on the ground, feeling utterly helpless.

In this situation, even if he started the car and headed straight to the hospital, it wouldn't work. Without professional equipment on board, the person might be gone before reaching the hospital.

Moreover, the bumpy ride would likely be too much for the patient.

The only thing to do now is hope the ambulance arrives in time.

At this moment, Lu Xuan, who was wearing headphones and had closed his eyes to listen to music, seemed to feel that the car hadn't moved for a long time. He instinctively opened his eyes to take a look and found the car parked on the bridge.

"What's going on?"

Lu Xuan glanced around the bus and saw that the area around the front of the bus was now empty. Many people were crowded at the back, and he heard faint sobbing from the front.

He took off his headphones and asked, "What happened up front?"

"Someone might have had a stroke. The doctor is an intern, and there's no emergency equipment on the bus. I'm afraid the person won't make it," someone sighed.

A stroke?

Lu Xuan's face changed. This illness can't afford any delay. If time drags on, the person could really be gone. Even if they manage to save him in the end, it might cause brain damage or even lifelong disability.

"Let's go take a look."

As a doctor, Lu Xuan knew he couldn't just stand by. He pushed through the crowd to the front and found a young man about his age crouching to assess the situation. Without a word, he stepped forward, "Let me take a look."

Seeing someone suddenly squatting down beside him and directly taking the patient's hand, the young doctor was momentarily stunned. He looked up and saw a young man about his age, and gave a little reminder, "It should be a stroke. We better not move him. There's no emergency equipment on the bus. Moving him could put the patient at more risk."

Lu Xuan said nothing, his brow furrowing tightly.

[The pulse is thin and weak, a sign of impending death!]

Though Lu Xuan wasn't sure who said it, he knew for sure that these folks' judgment was never wrong.

The thin, weak pulse indicated that the patient's condition was extremely weak, almost beyond recovery.

Such a pulse only appears in critically ill patients and is rarely seen otherwise.

And "thin" signifies extreme deficiency of yang, a sign of critical danger where yang might vanish at any time, whereas the "weak" signifies extreme deficiency of yin, signaling the decline of yin towards extinction.

"The pulse is thin and weak; the patient's condition is too severe. Without immediate treatment, he won't last until the ambulance arrives."

Lu Xuan looked serious.

His words left the young doctor beside him with his mouth open. You can even judge this kind of pulse?

He glanced at himself, then looked at Lu Xuan. Though they were about the same age, he found himself deep in thought.

Being of the same age and both practicing traditional Chinese medicine, is the gap between them really that wide?

After a moment of frustration, the young doctor couldn't help but speak, "There's no way to administer treatment; there's no emergency equipment on the bus."

A clever housewife can't cook without rice.

What can we use to save him?

Even if there was emergency equipment, how could they save him?

Using their heads?

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