It must be said that these two highly respected elders in the medical community truly have exceptional skills. They carefully disinfected the wound before applying medicine and then suturing the injury. Their techniques were familiar and practiced, certainly causing no additional harm to the patient.

However, dealing with the damaged lungs and liver proved to be fraught with difficulty.

Despite their cautious coordination, removing the necrotic tissue from the organs while injecting the patient with cardiotonic drugs and other hormones in an attempt to protect the heart, the patient's electrocardiogram kept showing a downward trend, and was even nearly at a standstill, approaching a state of complete loss of vitality.

Watching the frequency on the ECG nearly flatten, Chen Xianghe's face grew extremely tense, his hands holding the scalpel seemed to be trembling.

This was the most challenging surgery he had ever encountered in his decades as a doctor. Even though the difficulty was somewhat lessened by working with Old Qiao, the current situation was even more nerve-wracking than if he had been performing the surgery alone.

In fact, seeing the patient's vitality gradually slipping away also wrung Old Qiao's heart painfully.

Now, he had disregarded his own frail body and was using all the knowledge he had acquired in his life in a full effort to save the patient. Could it be... that heaven was so heartless as to take the patient's life so cruelly in their hands?

At this moment, the atmosphere in the emergency room had become incredibly oppressive.

All eyes were fixed on the nearly silent ECG, everyone's heart was tight with tension, feeling as if a sword was hanging over their head.

Perhaps, when the ECG truly flatlines, that would be the moment the sword above their heads falls!

"Ah... Old Qiao, Old Chen, take a break for a moment, let me try!"

Just as everyone's hearts were tightly constricted, suddenly a calm voice sighed and reached everyone's ears…

Undoubtedly, at this time, the only person who could speak in such a calm tone was Ling Zhenfei; there was no one else.

Of course, Ling Zhenfei was aware of the patient's critical condition, but when he saw Old Qiao and Chen Xianghe decide to join forces for the rescue, he didn't say anything.

After all, Ling Zhenfei knew that Old Qiao and Chen Xianghe had just been discussing that mysterious young doctor who could perform "Condensing Qi into Needle"; he didn't want to reveal his own background, and naturally, he didn't wish to show off his medical skills in front of the seniors.

But now, under these circumstances, if he did not intervene... the patient was doomed to die!

Watching the ECG continuously drop, Ling Zhenfei felt utterly helpless and decided to step in to help. Even if it meant exposing his identity in front of the two seniors!

Old Qiao and Chen Xianghe, seeing the patient's condition becoming more and more dangerous, were both extremely anxious, but just when both thought there was no hope left, they suddenly heard the voice behind them and both turned to look at Ling Zhenfei.

Realizing that Ling Zhenfei was the one who had spoken, both seniors wore an incredulous expression. After all, they did not know that Ling Zhenfei had knowledge of medical arts.

"Xiao Ling, what are you saying?" Old Qiao sent a puzzled look toward Ling Zhenfei after a brief moment of shock.

"Old Qiao, let me have a try," Ling Zhenfei replied with a light smile, before pointing at the patient on the operating table with a weak breath.

"What nonsense are you talking about? Are you a doctor? Now that even Old Qiao and Old Chen put together are at a loss, you actually want to have a try? Who do you think you are? What do you think the patient is, your experiment?"

Old Qiao and Chen Xianghe hadn't even had the chance to react to Ling Zhenfei's words when Liu Zhimin on the side, who had understood Ling Zhenfei's intentions, suddenly darkened his face and loudly berated Ling Zhenfei.

Moreover, Liu Zhimin, furious, pointed at the nurse beside him and commanded, "Who is this person? Who let him in? This is a critical medical area; irrelevant persons cannot enter. Get him out of here!"

"Silence!"

Liu Zhimin was bellowing arrogantly when Old Qiao fiercely glared at him, pointed sternly, and scolded, "Liu Zhimin, do you even deserve to be called a doctor? Creating such a commotion in the operating room is practically murder! Get out immediately!"

"I... Director, I..."

Liu Zhimin's expression became instantaneously embarrassed. Just as he tried to open his mouth to explain, Old Qiao did not give him the chance to speak and shouted again, "Get out!"

This hospital was Old Qiao's private institution, and Liu Zhimin did not dare to take it lightly, so he could only trudge out with his head down.

"Xiao Ling, you just said you want to perform surgery on the injured?" Once Liu Zhimin left the operating room, Old Qiao then turned his astonished gaze towards Ling Zhenfei.

And Chen Xianghe, his gaze upon Ling Zhenfei, was also filled with incredulous surprise.

"Yes, Old Qiao, Old Chen, I've learned some Medical Arts from someone before," Ling Zhenfei nodded, then glanced again at the heart monitor about to flatline, his expression quickly darkening, "There's not much time left, if we don't treat him immediately, the patient is in grave danger!"

"Old Qiao, lend me your Silver Needle!"

Without waiting for the elders to respond, Ling Zhenfei strode forward, first taking the opportunity to cover the patient's wound with his hand, infusing a stream of Inner Strength into the patient's body to sustain his heart, then urged Old Qiao in a pressing tone.

"Needle... Silver Needle... Are you a practitioner of traditional Chinese medicine?"

Even though Old Qiao was a practitioner of traditional Chinese medicine, he dared not use silver needles for such a critical and severe injury. Hearing Ling Zhenfei ask for the Silver Needle right off the bat took him aback.

However, surprised as he was, seeing the patient's critical condition, Old Qiao knew he couldn't delay another second, and quickly took a set of Silver Needles from his medicine box, handing them to Ling Zhenfei.

In fact, the patient's heart had nearly stopped beating just moments ago, but fortunately, Ling Zhenfei timely infused Inner Strength into the patient, protecting his heart, and snatched the patient's life back from the brink of death.

At that moment, Ling Zhenfei's expression was solemn, his demeanor grave, as his fingers deftly inserted several Silver Needles into the patient's body at rapid speed.

Ling Zhenfei's needling technique was extremely adept; not only was his hand stable, he also continuously directed Inner Strength through the needles.

When the robust Inner Strength traveled through the needle into the patient's acupuncture points, it even emitted sparks like electric light, causing Old Qiao and Chen Xianghe to stare in astonishment. They simply could not believe that such a young man possessed such profound medical skills!

After exchanging glances, both elders saw in each other's eyes a kind of surprise and uncertainty.

Ling Zhenfei's needling technique was so astounding that it was not only unseen by them before but simply unheard of!

Previously, they had talked about a mysterious young doctor who had used the "Condensing Qi into Needle" technique to save a man from a car accident. Although they hadn't witnessed it personally at the time, the technique was strikingly similar to Ling Zhenfei's.

Could it be... Ling Zhenfei was that mysterious young doctor?

This suspicion suddenly flashed through their minds, and the astonishment in both elders' eyes intensified manifold. If it were true, then how fortunate they would be to have made the acquaintance of such a young and exceptional traditional Chinese medicine practitioner like Ling Zhenfei!

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