It’s normal to have skills in Wangwang, right?

Chapter 397. Employment with a certificate

Still reeling from the "taxi horror" and filled with anxiety, Allen and Liu Lingyin finally found the emergency room area where Tristan was located.

Despite the hustle and bustle of the place, Tristan's figure, which remained dazzling even under the hospital lights, and his face, slightly pale from pain but still exquisite, made him a self-illuminating focal point, attracting the attention of those around him—including a beautiful nurse who seemed particularly kind and was gently asking him if he needed water.

"Tristan!" Allen strode up to his friend. Liu Lingyin followed closely behind, her gaze quickly sweeping over Tristan's entire body.

Tristan sat alone in a chair against the wall, looking somewhat tired. His usual elegant posture was marred by his injury; his left arm was securely slinged across his chest with a professional harness, and the cuffs of his high-quality shirt were rolled up, revealing several noticeable abrasions on his exposed arm and forearm, which had already undergone basic disinfection. Fortunately, apart from his arm, the rest of his body appeared to be unharmed.

“Allen, Rinne, you’re here.” Tristan looked up, trying to put on his usual smile, but the curve of his lips was somewhat strained due to the movement of his wound. “I’m sorry to have worried you.”

“Let’s not talk about that,” Allen leaned down and examined his sling arm closely, his brow furrowed. “How did this happen? And why are there all these scrapes?”

Tristan sighed and explained with a hint of helplessness:

“After finishing my business, I was about to catch a ride to meet you. While waiting for a ride by the roadside, I saw a little boy, about four or five years old, chasing his ball into the road without looking at the cars. Just then, a car was driving by... Without thinking, I rushed over and picked him up. While dodging the car, I lost my balance and fell. My arm hit a fire hydrant on the roadside, and that's how it happened.”

He pointed to the scrapes, "These are from when I fell."

Allen's focus, however, was on his injury: "What about the bones? Are the bones okay? Even just a dislocation takes at least two or three weeks to recover before you can move freely again. You absolutely cannot damage the bones."

Tristan shook his head: "I don't know yet. I just had a CT scan, and the report isn't out yet. The doctor just said to keep it fixed like this for now and observe it."

Upon hearing this, Allen's tone rose sharply: "Wait! You mean, your dislocated arm hasn't been properly reset yet? But you told me on the phone that it was 'taken care of'?"

He pointed to the fastening strap and asked, "Is this what you call fixed?"

Tristan said somewhat sheepishly, "I was just worried you'd be too anxious... Besides, once the report comes out and confirms the bone is fine, the doctor will just reposition it, right? Procedurally speaking, ice packs, immobilization, and pain relief are already considered preliminary treatment..."

His voice trailed off under Allen's disapproving gaze.

Liu Lingyin, standing to the side, was even more confused. She couldn't help but raise her hand to interrupt the two of them:

"Hey! Wait a minute, I'm a little confused."

She looked at Tristan and pointed to his arm, which was in a sling and clearly still dislocated. "You mean, you've been in the hospital for so long—at least forty minutes have passed since we got the call, right? And all you've done is ice, immobilize and analgesia, and put your dislocated arm in a sling without any real reduction treatment? Then what kind of treatment is this…" She poked at the sling.

"Ice to prevent the swelling from worsening; immobilization to avoid further injury; and pain relief to make me feel better," Tristan said with a wry smile, recounting the "three-piece set" the emergency room doctor had given him.

Seeing his sister's incredulous expression, Allen sighed and explained:

“Xiaoyin, do you have some misunderstanding about ‘treating dislocations in France’? This is no small matter, and it’s not something any random general practitioner on the street can handle with their bare hands. It requires a specialist (such as an orthopedic or sports medicine specialist). Moreover, in France, especially in the emergency room of a public hospital, the medical process is like this: first, assess the urgency, then conduct examinations (such as X-rays), wait for the results, and then treat the patient according to the results. The fact that Tristan is here waiting for the report instead of being asked to go home and make an appointment with a specialist several weeks later is already considered lucky because his condition was classified as ‘moderate emergency’. However, it seems that the emergency room is particularly busy today, with many seriously injured patients, and the doctors are overwhelmed, so they can only give him the most basic emergency treatment first.”

Liu Lingyin was indeed completely bewildered by the French medical system. In her understanding, especially in China, experienced traditional Chinese medicine orthopedic surgeons could handle simple dislocations (confirmed by palpation to be free of fractures) with ease. A skilled practitioner could reposition the dislocation in a few quick movements, and if ligaments and bones weren't damaged, even with minimal immobilization after repositioning, most functions would quickly recover. Why wait around and let the injury continue to cause discomfort?

She couldn't help but blurt out, "Didn't you... ever think of seeing a Chinese doctor? Many traditional Chinese medicine bone-setting techniques can quickly reset dislocations, especially for acute dislocations like this. The earlier the reset, the better, as it reduces pain and promotes recovery."

Allen and Tristan exchanged a glance, both looking helpless. Allen said:

“We know that, but Xiaoyin, this is Paris. We don’t know where reliable Chinese or Traditional Chinese Medicine clinics that can treat acute sports injuries are right now, and they are usually not close by. In Tristan’s case, we can only follow the procedures here.”

Tristan nodded in agreement, saying, "That's certainly true."

Liu Lingyin watched Tristan struggle to maintain his composure despite the pain and discomfort, and then looked at his arm, which was clearly still awaiting treatment. A mix of pharmacist curiosity and a friend's compassion welled up within her. She frowned slightly, staring at the brace, seemingly making some kind of assessment.

At that moment, the nurse who had been watching Tristan came over again and said gently in French, "Sir, your CT report may take about twenty more minutes. If the pain worsens, I can give you some more painkillers."

Tristan politely declined.

Liu Lingyin suddenly spoke up in English, thankfully the nurse could understand: "Miss Nurse, if the CT report shows it's just a simple shoulder dislocation without a fracture, will the reduction treatment be performed quickly? Approximately how long will it take?"

The nurse glanced at the Asian girl who had suddenly asked the question. Although surprised by her question, she maintained her professional smile: "If it is confirmed that there is no fracture, the emergency orthopedic doctor will usually arrange manual reduction as soon as possible. But the specific time depends on when the doctor is available. Tonight is quite busy, so you may need to wait a little longer."

Some patience... Liu Lingyin mentally calculated that it might mean Tristan would have to wait another hour or two, or even longer, with his dislocated arm.

She turned to Allen and Tristan, her gaze becoming serious, and lowered her voice: "Listen, I have some confidence in my eyesight and basic judgment. Tristan, when you fell, was the sound of your arm hitting the ground dull or crisp? Besides the sharp pain and weakness at the dislocation site, were there any sharp, persistent tingling sensations in other parts of your arm? How did your fingers feel? Were they numb or particularly unresponsive?"

Tristan, though puzzled, carefully recalled and answered: "The sound of the impact... I don't quite remember, it was chaotic. My main pain was in my shoulder, I couldn't exert any strength, and the other parts of my body were just aches and pains from the fall. My fingers could move, they weren't numb, but I just didn't have much strength."

Liu Lingyin carefully avoided the injured area and gently touched several key bony protrusions around his shoulder joint, asking about the pain when pressed.

Allen looked at her nervously: "Xiaoyin, what are you trying to do? Don't do anything reckless!"

After completing a simple examination, Liu Lingyin felt about 70-80% confident. She looked up, her eyes clear and firm: "I'm not making things up. Based on observation and palpation, I've made a preliminary judgment that this is likely a fairly typical, anterior shoulder dislocation, without any obvious signs of concurrent fracture—of course, the final diagnosis will be based on a CT scan. But as you've heard, even after the report comes out, it will be a long wait before the doctor is available."

She paused, looking at her two friends: "In Traditional Chinese Medicine, early reduction of an acute dislocation is crucial. The longer you wait, the more severe the local muscle spasms and swelling will become, which not only increases the pain and difficulty of reduction but may also affect subsequent recovery. If... I mean, if the CT scan report really shows no fracture, and the doctor can't get here right away..."

She didn't finish her sentence, but neither Allen nor Tristan were fools. From Liu Lingyin's examination methods and her words, they understood her subtext.

A flicker of surprise and doubt crossed Tristan's blue eyes: "Rin, you...you can?"

Liu Lingyin nodded; she could say that her technique of dislocating tendons and bones was exceptional.

"I can't guarantee anything else, but bone setting should be alright. So, I need your absolute trust and cooperation. Of course, I also need the final confirmation from the CT report to rule out the risk of fracture."

Liu Lingyin spoke very cautiously, without making any grand promises, but her calm and professional attitude strangely inspired confidence in people.

Alan was torn. On one hand, his friend might have to continue to suffer unnecessary pain and delay treatment; on the other hand, there was the risk of having his sister, who was not a professional orthopedic surgeon, perform the procedure.

Just then, a caregiver came over with a report: "Mr. Tristan Lafitt? Your CT report is in."

Everyone's hearts were in their throats. The report was handed to Tristan, who quickly glanced at the conclusion, then looked up at the anxiously waiting Allen and Liu Lingyin, and slowly and clearly said:

"The report shows...anterior dislocation of the left shoulder joint. No clear signs of fracture were found."

The air was quiet for a moment.

Liu Lingyin took a deep breath and looked directly at Tristan: "Now, the choice is yours. Do you continue to wait for the ER doctor, who may arrive in a few hours, or... trust me, let me try?" There was no bravado in her eyes, only a calm assessment and a sincere willingness to help her friend.

Tristan looked at his arm, still throbbing with a dull ache, suspended in a sling, then at Liu Lingyin's clear and resolute eyes. He recalled her miraculously effective medicines and her calm and resourcefulness when facing villains. The pain and the long wait wore down his patience, but his trust in his friend ultimately prevailed.

A genuine, somewhat helpless smile appeared on his pale face as he gestured "please" with his uninjured right hand.

Liu Lingyin took out a small notebook from her bag and smiled as she glanced at it at Tristan.

"They have licenses! Although they're from China, they're licensed to work, so don't worry!"

Allen and Tristan stared in surprise at the small notebook with Chinese characters written on it.

The two were inwardly amazed. How talented must Lingyin be to obtain a medical license at such a young age!

Tristan wanted to trust Liu Lingyin, but given her age, seeing her confident expression as she held the notebook reassured him even more. He said softly, "Then I'll leave it to you. What do you need me to do?"

Allen opened his mouth, wanting to stop her, but ultimately swallowed the words back. He knew his sister; she wouldn't have asked without being absolutely certain, and he hadn't expected her to even have a medical license. In the end, he could only stand nervously to the side, ready to deal with any unexpected situation.

Liu Lingyin asked the somewhat surprised nurse for help to remove the brace from Tristan's shoulder so she could try to relieve his muscle tension before the doctor arrived. Perhaps it was Tristan's appearance that made things easier, or perhaps it was the confidence Liu Lingyin had from showing her the small notebook with Chinese characters, but after a moment's hesitation, the nurse helped remove it.

Liu Lingyin did not act immediately. Instead, she carefully palpated Tristan's shoulder again after the restraints were removed to confirm the type and direction of the dislocation. Then, she began to massage the tense muscles around Tristan's shoulder joint with moderate force using her unique technique and guided him to take slow, deep breaths to relax.

"It might hurt a little, just bear with it and slowly relax your shoulder muscles following my guidance... Yes, that's it..."

Her voice was calm, carrying a soothing power. Allen watched intently, his palms sweating.

The preparations took a full ten minutes, until Tristan's shoulder muscles felt less stiff and resistant. Liu Lingyin firmly supported Tristan's upper arms and elbows with both hands, adjusting the angle.

"Tristan, trust me, relax completely. Allen, help me hold his body still."

With Allen's assistance, Liu Lingyin focused her gaze, took a deep breath, and coordinated her wrists, arms, and waist, moving quickly, accurately, and steadily. Following a specific, anatomically correct direction, she first applied gentle, continuous traction, then a skillful combination of internal and external rotation—

"Click."

A soft yet clear 'sound of bones returning to their place' rang in their ears.

The nurse who hadn't left yet because of the handsome men, and the people nearby who had slowed down after being attracted by the two handsome men, Tristan and Allen, were then aroused by the strange actions of Liu Lingyin and Allen.

∑(O_O;)

Upon hearing that voice, a look of astonishment crossed his face. He hadn't expected this Asian girl to be so ruthless, dislocating the arm of a handsome 190cm tall young man...

Before the nurse could even gasp, Tristan's body jolted violently, letting out a muffled groan. But the intense pain he expected didn't last. Instead, with that soft sound, the emptiness, dislocation, and weakness in his shoulder joint vanished almost instantly, replaced by a feeling of returning to its original position—still aching, but much more relaxed.

Liu Lingyin quickly but gently moved his shoulder joint to check its stability and range of motion after the reduction, then let out a long sigh of relief, fine beads of sweat appearing on her forehead. Tristan was tall, and she was small and weak, so she was bound to sweat.

Determined to save lives to the end, Liu Lingyin took out a small bottle of ointment from her bag and handed it to Allen, her meaning simple: to apply it around Tristan's shoulder joint, which had just been reset.

"Okay, the joint has been reset. You can try rotating it slightly, but don't move it too much. By the way, applying this ointment will reduce swelling and speed up recovery." She said as she sat down in the seat next to her.

The nurse and the onlookers nearby, those who understood English, naturally understood Liu Lingyin's words and couldn't help but open their mouths wide. The handsome guy's arm had been reset just like that?

The incredulous crowd, especially those who themselves or their family members needed to see an orthopedic doctor, all turned to Tristan to see if what Liu Lingyin said was true. If it was... that would be fantastic.

The moment the medicine was applied to Allen, Tristan cried out in pain, his handsome face contorted with agony.

Fortunately, the pain didn't last long. A short while after the medicine was applied, I felt a cool sensation in my shoulder, and the soreness disappeared by about 70-80%. I tried to move my left shoulder gently, and although there was still some soreness and pain, the terrible "dislocation" sensation was indeed gone.

He looked at Liu Lingyin, his blue eyes filled with incredible gratitude and amazement: "My dear Lingyin... you're simply a genius! You're really... amazing. My arm feels almost healed! It's just... if the medicine Allen applied... didn't hurt so much, it would be even better!"

"Just tell me if it works well or not?"

Tristan gave a thumbs-up and nodded affirmatively: "It works well."

Allen breathed a sigh of relief and patted Liu Lingyin on the shoulder heavily: "Well done, Xiaoyin!"

The nurse tried to give Tristan a quick check to confirm his identity, but she was jostled by the excited crowd in the emergency room who had time to watch while waiting for a doctor. For a moment, Tristan and his companions disappeared from sight, leaving only a wall of people with their backs.

In contrast, Liu Lingyin and her two companions were surrounded by a human wall.

Cries for help rose and fell in a cacophony of voices...