Li Qing lay on the bed, gasping for breath. He was covered in blood, with a gaping, blood-soaked hole in his chest that continued to bleed profusely. A young doctor stood by his side, ceaselessly working to stop the bleeding, but no matter how hard he tried, the blood kept flowing. Li Qing's body was drenched in red, a horrific sight to behold. The bullet was too close to his heart, and because the equipment was inadequate, the doctor dared not perform surgery hastily. Given Li Qing's condition, even if taken to a hospital, there would be nothing they could do.
"Step aside, I'll do it." Shangguan You's figure flashed, and she quickly stood by the side of the bed. With the Golden Needle in her hand, she rapidly inserted it into Li Qing's acupoints, stopping the bleeding at his chest.
