"How is the doctor doing?"

The doctor sighed and said to the people around him, "I'm sorry, we've done everything we could."

The doctor's words stunned everyone. They all knew what those words meant. Qiu Qian nearly fainted but was barely held up by someone next to her.

Just then, the cart carrying Qiu Qing's body was wheeled out of the emergency room, covered with a white cloth.

Ling Zhenfei pulled back the white cloth covering Qiu Qing, who lay on his back, his face purplish, and his lips turned black—a severe sign of poisoning. Without a moment's hesitation, Ling Zhenfei grabbed Qiu Qing's wrist to feel for his pulse.

"What are you doing, Ling Zhenfei? My husband has already been poisoned to death, what more do you want to do?" The person speaking this time was He Yun, who, until now, had remained silent, but suddenly burst out in anger.

"Exactly, Ling Zhenfei, what are you trying to do? Do you really want to make my brother's death even more disgraceful?" Qiu Yun also loudly questioned Ling Zhenfei.

"Sir, please calm down. The person has passed away, and the dead can't be brought back to life. It's better to peacefully deal with the aftermath, please don't get agitated," urged the hospital doctor nearby.

Although several people were addressing Ling Zhenfei, he seemed stunned, motionless as if he hadn't heard a word they said.

"What do you mean by this, Ling Zhenfei? Let go of me right now!" Seeing no response from Ling Zhenfei, Qiu Yun walked up to pull him away.

At that moment, Ling Zhenfei suddenly spoke, "He's not completely dead yet, there's still a glimmer of life. I must try to save Uncle Qiu."

His words struck like a thunderclap, staggering everyone around; then, they turned to anger.

"Young man, what do you mean by that? Don't you trust the medical standards of our hospital? We have already attempted resuscitation. There's no heartbeat—the person is dead," said the hospital's doctor, who was the first to take offense. They regarded the Provincial Hospital as the best in the province, with the most advanced medical equipment. The instruments had already declared Qiu Qing dead. Now, to hear a young man claim that the patient was not dead yet and could still be saved seemed insane to them—it simply wasn't possible.

"Ling Zhenfei, don't be foolish. Do you really think you're the Divine Doctor who can bring the dead back to life? If a person is dead, they can be saved? It looks to me like you're just looking for trouble," Qiu Yun said angrily, looking as though he was about to beat Ling Zhenfei.

"Why not let the Divine Doctor Brother try? Maybe he really can bring my dad back. After all, if he's already dead, what harm is there in trying?" When Xiao Qian heard Ling Zhenfei say her father might still be saved, hope was rekindled in her heart. In her mind, Ling Zhenfei could do anything, so she hurried to advocate on his behalf.

"Xiao Qian, don't be foolish, look at your father—is he even in a state that can be resuscitated? The man is already dead. To do anything to your father's body now would be a great disrespect; I firmly oppose this," He Yun was also visibly angry, her eyes seemed to hold a knife ready to kill Ling Zhenfei.

"Why won't you let me try? Are you afraid that I'll actually save Uncle Qiu? How could reviving Uncle Qiu be bad for you? With Uncle Qiu like this, why can't we treat a dead horse as though it were alive? If you delay further, there won't be any time left to attempt to save him." As Ling Zhenfei spoke, he had already taken out his Silver Needles, ready to begin the treatment.

"Young man, don't talk nonsense. The patient has already suffered brain death; his heart has stopped beating. Are you claiming you can still save him? Are you trying to insult our hospital?" One of the doctors angrily questioned Ling Zhenfei, with the surrounding medical staff also glaring at him in anger.

Due to the argument at the doorway, a large crowd had gathered, many assuming Ling Zhenfei was causing a disturbance. They began to take out their phones, preparing to capture the scene to post online.

"Just because you cannot save him, does that mean I can't? All I want is to try, and you're stopping me unnecessarily. Whether it works or not has no longer anything to do with your hospital."

Ling Zhenfei was so confident about his ability to save the day because he had just felt a strong will to live within Qiu Qing's body. Although Qiu Qing's brain had stopped functioning and his heartbeat ceased, death isn't defined by these signs alone.

In traditional Chinese medicine, there is a vital breath within the body. When a person dies, this breath scatters. If the breath has dispersed, then the person is truly dead. But if the breath remains, there is still hope for revival. Ancient customs required the deceased to be mourned for at least seven days before burial. China's historical records contain many accounts of people revived within this seven-day period.

Those who revived within seven days did so because their vital breath remained. Some fortuitous event brought them back to life, and now Qiu Qing was among those whose vital breath was still present, making Ling Zhenfei believe he could be saved.

"Fine, you've said it now, it has nothing to do with our hospital. You claimed you could bring a person back, let's watch you attempt to resuscitate. If you really manage to bring him back, our Provincial Hospital might as well take down its sign," the doctor mocked Ling Zhenfei coldly. Although the doctors had been ready to leave, they now stayed to watch Ling Zhenfei's attempt to save Qiu Qing.

Ling Zhenfei already had the Silver Needle in his hand, aiming the largest one at Qiu Qing's heart, preparing to start with the heart.

"I won't allow you to do this to my husband. This is an insult to his body," He Yun lunged at Ling Zhenfei insanely as she saw him about to insert the needle. Ling Zhenfei's expression darkened, and he felt a surge of anger.

Logically speaking, anyone who hears that their deceased husband might have a chance to live would fully support an attempt to save him. Why was He Yun so exceptional, intent on protecting Qiu Qing's corpse? What is there to protect in a corpse? It's just inserting needles, not dissecting.

Ling Zhenfei didn't let He Yun's objections deter him; he continued with the needle in his right hand while grabbing her with his left. Even though He Yun kept hitting him, his hand holding the Silver Needle remained steady as he plunged it into Qiu Qing's heart.

Ling Zhenfei's movements were swift; he inserted thirteen needles in total, targeting critical areas like Qiu Qing's heart, chest, forehead, throat, and Dantian.

These thirteen needles were known as the Thirteen Ghost Gate Needles, used in emergency situations to snatch people back from the Ghost Gate. With Qiu Qing's condition, the Thirteen Ghost Gate Needles were perfectly appropriate.

"Ling Zhenfei, didn't you say you could save him? See how many needles you've stuck, and yet you still haven't fixed him. I think you're a big fraud," He Yun shrieked, almost losing her mind. Every time one saw He Yun, she appeared so elegant; who would have thought she could utter such things, which took Ling Zhenfei by surprise.

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