Then he used his fingers to feel the child's neck, found the airway below the lodged foreign object, fixed the position with his left hand, and with his right hand, aimed the needle at the airway below the foreign object and pierced it in. As soon as he felt a slight breakthrough after piercing, he figured the needle had reached the airway and immediately stopped.

Everyone watched William Clark's actions with curiosity. After William Clark inserted the needle and stopped, it wasn't long before the child began to inhale thin streams of air through the needle in his neck. Gradually, his weak breathing grew stronger and faster.

William Clark leaned in and listened at the tip of the needle. Hearing the faint whistling of air passing through, William Clark knew he had succeeded. He took some gauze, moistened it with saline, and wrapped it around the tip of the needle to prevent dust from entering and to keep the airway from drying out.

As air entered, the child's breathing gradually stabilized, and the bluish-purple color on his face slowly faded. Seeing the child's condition improve, the people around finally relaxed a little.

William Clark wiped the sweat from his forehead and let out a slight sigh of relief. To say he wasn't nervous would be a lie—this was William Clark's first time ever saving someone as a doctor. Of course, prescribing cold medicine in the antique market's infirmary didn't count; even a junior nurse could do that.

Although he now had Zhong Kui's memories and thus considerable experience, this was still his first time handling such a case directly. Besides, everything today wasn't really traditional Chinese medicine; it was more like emergency first aid.

He owed his knowledge of these techniques to his grandfather, who had taught him a lot about emergency care. He remembered his grandfather saying: "First aid is a series of methods and techniques aimed at preserving the patient's life above all else. Sometimes it means trading injury for injury, or fighting poison with poison—whatever it takes to save the patient's life or prolong it until proper treatment is possible. If, in a situation with no other options, you have to remove a patient's arm to keep them alive until help arrives, you must do it without hesitation. That's what first aid is—everything is about saving the patient's life. All other details can be ignored."

After five minutes, seeing the child's breathing had stabilized and the bluish tint on his face had faded, the aura of death around him gradually dissipated, and William Clark deactivated the Life and Death Eye.

Seeing the child had clearly improved, everyone breathed a sigh of relief and thought to themselves, "This kid is really lucky! Even in this situation, he managed to survive."

The old man, tears streaming down his face, gripped William Clark's hand tightly, too grateful for words, just shaking William Clark's hand over and over. William Clark quickly told him to call an ambulance to the station, so they could go straight to the hospital as soon as the train arrived.

"Not bad, kid!" Brian Cooper said excitedly, patting William Clark on the shoulder.

Chapter 8: House Call

The train, with its long whistle and deafening roar, slowly pulled into the Deep Sea station. As soon as they stepped off the train, the muggy air wrapped tightly around them. Outside the platform, an ambulance was parked, along with several sedans. A few men and women in their thirties got out of the cars and stood by the ambulance. After the old man and the child got in, a man and a woman in their thirties also boarded. Before getting in, the old man looked around as if searching for something.

As a mega-city, Deep Sea's train station was one of the largest in the country, with trains to every corner of China. So even though it was nighttime, the waiting hall was still full of people waiting for trains. The Mid-Autumn Festival had just passed, and people who had just returned or were about to leave were all full of energy, showing no signs of fatigue.

After leaving the station, William Clark and Brian Cooper parted ways and headed home. After Brian Cooper left, William Clark looked at the city of neon lights that never slept and let out a deep breath. In just a few days, William Clark had experienced things most people never would in a lifetime—it all felt like a dream. It was already October, but Deep Sea's nights were still humid and stuffy. William Clark undid two buttons on his shirt and took a cab back to his temporary residence.

William Clark's place was a single room—actually, it was just a basement unit under a high-rise not far from the antique market. The whole floor had been leased out and was rented to people somewhere between migrant workers and white-collar employees. Each room had the same basic setup: a bed, a simple wardrobe, a TV, and a table. For these, the landlord charged a monthly usage fee of 100 yuan. William Clark put his things down and flopped onto the bed.

Tomorrow was Sunday, and William Clark decided to rest at home for two days.

On Monday, William Clark went to the infirmary to start work. After just a few days away, the place was already covered in a thick layer of dust. William Clark picked up a rag and began his day's work.

The small infirmary where William Clark worked was usually empty, so every day he just wiped the tables, mopped the floor, organized the medicine, and then read a book until it was time to go home.

"Doctor, I'm feeling a bit dizzy and nauseous—probably a bit of heatstroke. Can you prescribe me some medicine?" A man in his forties, whose accent showed he wasn't a local, pushed open the door and said to William Clark.