A woman, remaining relatively calm, said, "Doctor, please check on my son quickly! They’ve been injured by glass." While she spoke, Yunyi and Doctor Qiu had already brought several children into the treatment room and begun examining their injuries. The boy Yunyi was attending to still had pieces of glass in his hand wound. Seeing Kong Jiaqiao standing nearby, Yunyi said, "Jiaqiao, come and help clean his wound." Kong Jiaqiao, hearing Yunyi’s request and assuming Yunyi didn’t know how, intentionally spoke loudly, "You’re the doctor, why are you asking me, a nurse, to clean it for him?" Yunyi hadn’t expected Kong Jiaqiao, who had been so easy to talk to that morning, to say something like that. Ignoring her, Yunyi simply pointed to the child standing further back, supported by an elderly lady, and said, "You, come here. I’ll treat you first." The parent of the boy Yunyi had initially attended to objected, "We were being examined first! Why are you treating him before our son?" Yunyi’s expression turned cold. "Didn’t you see he still has glass in his neck?" Doctor Qiu, who was nearby, heard Yunyi. He looked over and, with a single glance, understood why Yunyi wanted to treat that child first: the injury was near a major artery. If not handled promptly, the consequences would be unthinkable. Doctor Qiu cast a cold glance at Kong Jiaqiao. "Nurse Kong, do as Doctor Chu says." Yunyi stood up, pulled the small boy from further back, and helped him lie down on the treatment bed. "Don’t be afraid. Close your eyes, and it’ll be over soon." The elderly woman who had come with him turned pale with fright. "Doctor, will he be okay?" Yunyi’s hands didn’t stop moving as she replied, "Don’t worry, we’ll do our best to save him." This was a sensitive area, and no one could predict what might happen. She wouldn’t make any absolute promises. Doctor Qiu watched Yunyi begin the treatment, his heart in his throat, fearing that any misstep might lead to disaster. But Yunyi’s medical skills proved to be truly formidable. Her technique was so adept that it made him—an old doctor who had seen battlefields and performed countless surgeries—feel inadequate in comparison. Fortunately, aside from the glass in his neck, the small boy’s other injuries weren’t serious. The treatment room was chaotic, filled with children’s cries and adults’ scolding. Just then, the small boy in front of Yunyi suddenly said, "I’m not crying." ᴛʜɪs ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ ɪs ᴜᴘᴅᴀᴛᴇ ʙʏ novèlfire.net Yunyi couldn’t help but smile. "That’s right, you’re very brave. But you can’t be so mischievous again." If the wound on this child’s neck had been even a fraction deeper, the consequences would have been unthinkable. The small boy gave a soft MHM. "I won’t. I didn’t fall by myself. Someone pushed me, and that’s how I fell." The elderly woman with him suddenly became anxious. "Did you get a clear look at who pushed you?" The child shook his head lightly. "I didn’t see clearly." However, Yunyi could tell from his changing expression that this little boy was no simple child. From the look in his eyes just moments before, she was certain he knew who had pushed him. It seemed someone had deliberately orchestrated today’s incident. An hour later, they had treated all the children’s wounds. Kong Jiaqiao could also see it now: this new doctor hadn’t gotten the job through connections at all. She genuinely had the skills. Originally, when she learned Doctor Ji was leaving, her family had set their sights on this position. She hadn’t anticipated an unexpected rival like Cheng Yaojin appearing out of nowhere, which naturally irked her. When she heard Yunyi ask her to clean a wound, she’d assumed Yunyi didn’t know how. That’s why she had impulsively blurted out those words in front of everyone. Now, she regretted it so much she could die.