Outside the door, the hospital director watched the live video feed sent by the nurse inside on his phone.
"Lin Xuan's methods are truly as unexpected as ever," the director remarked with emotion.
An anxious nurse asked, "Director, will anything happen to this patient?"
The director smiled and shook his head. "Nothing will happen."
He didn't recognize Lin Xuan's technique, nor had he ever seen anything like it before.
However, he still held an inexplicable trust in Lin Xuan. He felt that Lin Xuan might actually be able to cure the patient.
"Director, why do you trust Lin Xuan so much?" the nurse asked curiously.
The director smiled and replied, "Because he is worthy of trust."
Butler Wang had been keeping Nanny Zhao company the entire time.
"Lanzhi," Butler Wang said, "just rest assured. With Young Master Lin here, absolutely nothing will happen to your daughter."
Nanny Zhao clasped her hands nervously and nodded heavily. "You're right. The Young Master will definitely be able to cure my daughter."
Inside the operating room.
Dr. Chen couldn't help but step forward to check on Zhao Mei's condition.
"Her heartbeat is gone." Dr. Chen took a deep breath.
The hearts of the other doctors leaped into their throats.
No heartbeat meant that the person had passed away.
Dr. Chen said nervously, "Quick, prepare the defibrillator."
Perhaps they could bring the patient back briefly.
"Don't move!"
Lin Xuan said coldly, "The director let you into this operating room to observe, learn, and assist me in completing this surgery, not to interfere with my operation."
"If you can't stay here quietly, then get the hell out of the operating room!"
Dr. Chen said coldly, "Fine, I'll leave."
If he stayed in the operating room any longer, he really didn't know what he would do.
Lin Xuan's gaze swept over the other doctors. "If any of you don't want to stay, you can leave with Dr. Chen right now."
One doctor frowned and said, "But the director said that if we don't come to this operating room, we might be fired."
Lin Xuan said, "Don't worry, I will talk to the director. Even if you leave now, you won't be fired."
"Are you telling the truth?" a doctor couldn't help but ask.
Lin Xuan replied expressionlessly, "It's the truth."
"Alright, then Mr. Lin, we'll take our leave first. Good luck with your surgery."
Three doctors left.
They walked out of the operating room.
The director looked at Dr. Chen and the other three doctors, frowning as he asked, "Why did you come out?"
One doctor replied, "Director, Lin Xuan voluntarily told us to leave. He also said he would talk to you so you wouldn't punish us."
"Director, don't blame us for not staying in the operating room. It's mainly because Lin Xuan's methods are simply unimaginable to us. Do you know? He drained the patient's blood, and when the patient's heart stopped, he didn't even try to restore the heartbeat."
A brief cardiac arrest could still be reversed with timely resuscitation.
However, Lin Xuan was taking his time and even stopped Dr. Chen from using the defibrillator.
If this went on for too long, the patient would be dead for sure, let alone have any chance of recovery.
Lin Qingxiu heard the doctor's words and clenched her fists.
Wasn't Little Xuan just messing around?
This was definitely going to be a medical malpractice incident.
Forget it.
She had already tried to persuade Little Xuan, but he refused to listen, so there was nothing she could do.
"Little Xuan, don't blame your third sister. I've already tried my best to persuade you," Lin Qingxiu muttered to herself.
When something really went wrong, Little Xuan might remember the advice she had given him.
Then Little Xuan would understand that she genuinely had his best interests at heart.
The director sighed. "Forget it, leave if you want to. The fact that the others can stay is enough."
"You will regret this."
"Especially you, Dr. Chen."
Dr. Chen was particularly arrogant and harbored a strong hatred for evil.
He must be very dissatisfied with Lin Xuan right now, but if he knew how incredible Lin Xuan was, he would definitely regret it bitterly.
"You all stay here with me and wait for the surgery to end," the director said.
"Alright."
The doctors nodded.
They also wanted to know the outcome as soon as possible, so they waited at the door of the operating room.
Inside the operating room.
The blood in Zhao Mei's body had been completely drained by Lin Xuan.
"Now the surgery can begin," Lin Xuan said.
"Remember my words. From now on, you do whatever I tell you to do without any disobedience, otherwise it will be easy to miss the optimal window," Lin Xuan instructed.
"Alright, Mr. Lin, we understand," the remaining doctors nodded.
They were secretly complaining in their hearts.
They would definitely follow Lin Xuan's orders to the letter.
This surgery had a high probability of failure, and the patient was very likely to die on the operating table.
If they didn't do exactly as Lin Xuan asked, he might make them take the blame.
They absolutely could not let him get away with that.
As long as they followed his instructions perfectly, Lin Xuan wouldn't be able to find any fault with them.
Following that.
The doctors did whatever Lin Xuan told them to do, and the entire procedure went very smoothly.
Zhao Mei's body was covered in silver needles.
The nurse was also diligently recording the operation.
With the surgery more than halfway done, the director observed Lin Xuan's expression through the video feed.
He nodded.
Seeing how calm Lin Xuan was, barring any unforeseen circumstances, this surgery was going to be a success.
Lin Xuan was likely about to create another medical miracle.
The few doctors outside also frowned.
"Aren't Lin Xuan's surgical movements a bit too proficient? With this level of skill, he seems exactly like a seasoned doctor who has practiced medicine for years."
"Right, exactly. Even I'm not as proficient as him. I have a feeling that this Lin Xuan might actually have some real skills."
Dr. Chen snorted coldly.
"This is nothing but a superficial show."
They could talk once the surgery was over and the patient actually woke up.
Lin Qingxiu's brows were also tightly furrowed.
Could it be that Little Xuan could actually save that leukemia patient...
It was the same with Grandpa Jiang last time; she had also thought it was impossible for Little Xuan to save Grandpa Jiang.
But in the end, Grandpa Jiang really did wake up.
This time, Little Xuan looked so confident. Could it be that there really was no problem with this surgery?
If there really was no problem, then her previous actions would seem utterly ridiculous.
And the impression she left on Little Xuan would be terrible.
Lin Qingxiu clasped her hands together and began to pray.
Please, let Zhao Mei not be saved by Little Xuan.
Zhao Mei must die on the operating table; she absolutely must die on the operating table.
Another half hour passed, and Lin Xuan began to suture the wounds.
Zhao Mei lay motionless on the hospital bed. She looked as though she were dead, with no breathing and no restored heartbeat.
A doctor frowned and asked worriedly, "Lin Xuan, does this mean the patient couldn't be saved?"
grated, and just when he finally managed to get into an elite academy, he discovered that he actually had a system, and the way to earn rewards was extremely ridiculous. So for the sake of rewards, he had no choice but to start acting ridiculous as well. Su Cheng: "It's nothing but system quests after all." But later, what confused Su Cheng was that while he was already quite ridiculous, he never expected those serious characters to gradually become ridiculous too. And the way they looked at him became increasingly strange... (This synopsis doesn't do it justice, please read the full story)
pression Bureau] Transported to a fantasy world overrun by demons and monsters, Gu Qingfeng becomes a jailer in the Demon Suppression Prison of the Great Yan Dynasty's Demon Suppression Bureau. From this point on, bizarre cases frequently occur in the Demon Suppression Prison, once known as hell on earth and infamous for its gloomy, terrifying atmosphere! Why do the demons and monsters in the prison wail miserably every night? Why has the corpse demon, capable of transforming into various beauties, donned black stockings and switched careers to become a foot massage therapist? Why has the eye demon, expert in soul-snatching and illusions, turned into a VR headset? Why is the fox spirit performing otaku dances? Are all these occurrences a twisted expression of demonic nature, or a descent into moral depravity? After peeling away layer upon layer of mystery, all clues ultimately point to a jailer named Gu Qingfeng. Gu Qingfeng: "Hehehe... My dear demons and monsters, whose card shall we flip today?"
transmigrates into the world as the sect master of the Heavenly Yan Sect, which is on the verge of being wiped out. He binds a system that grants him cultivation power based on the number of disciples he has: for each disciple, he automatically gains a year's worth of cultivation every single day! Take one disciple: every day he gains 1 year of cultivation power. While others struggle through a year of bitter training, he gets the same just by sleeping through a single night. Take ten disciples: every day he gains 10 years of cultivation power. Foundation Establishment, Core Formation, Nascent Soul—he breezes through all bottlenecks without lifting a finger. Take one hundred disciples: every day he gains 100 years of cultivation power. Even a Soul Transformation Venerable before him can’t survive a single blow. Take ten thousand disciples: every day he gains 10,000 years of cultivation power! With a wave of his hand, he topples empires. With a single step, he crushes the sacred grounds of the universe. ... While others fight tooth and nail for secret techniques, Lin Yan casually hands out Nascent Soul-level cultivation manuals as beginner textbooks. While others strain to find talented recruits, Lin Yan opens his doors to anyone—so long as they’re human. In just three short years, the Heavenly Yan Sect went from a backwater sect made up of three crumbling huts to a sacred land that every cultivator under heaven would kill to enter. ... One day, otherworldly demon gods invade, with a million demon soldiers pressing down upon the realm. Lin Yan, yawning, rises from his lounge chair and glances at the system panel: [Current Disciples: 1.28 million] [Daily Cultivation Increase: 1.28 million years] He waves his hand casually, and the countless demon soldiers are reduced to ashes in an instant. “So noisy… interrupting my fishing.”
e bizarre and supernatural had descended. The previous emperor was a thoroughgoing tyrant; no longer satisfied with human women, he had set his sights on a stunningly beautiful supernatural entity. He met his end in his bedchamber, drained of all his vital essence. As the legitimate eldest son and crown prince, Wang Hao was thus hastily enthroned, becoming the young emperor of the Great Zhou Dynasty. No sooner had he awakened the "Imperial Sign-In Intelligence System" than he was assassinated by a Son of Destiny—a classic villain's opening. The Great Zhou, ravaged by the former emperor's excesses, was in national decline. The great families within its borders harbored their own treacherous schemes, martial sects began to defy the imperial court's decrees, and border armies, their pay and provisions in arrears, grumbled incessantly against the central government. Fortunately, the central capital was still held secure by the half-million Imperial Guards and fifty thousand Imperial Forest Army who obeyed the court's orders, along with the royal family's hidden reserves of power, barely managing to suppress the realm. As the Great Zhou's finances worsened and supernatural activities grew ever more frequent, the court sat atop a volcano. Ambitious plotters everywhere dreamed of overthrowing the dynasty, and even some reclusive ancient powers emerged, attempting to sway the tides of the world. At the first grand court assembly, the civil and military officials nearly came to blows, fighting tooth and nail over the allocation of fifty million taels of silver from the summer tax revenues. The spectacle opened Wang Hao's eyes—the Great Zhou's bureaucracy was not only corrupt but also martially proficient, a cabinet of all-rounders. Some officials even had the audacity to suggest the emperor release funds from the imperial privy purse to address the emergency. Wang Hao suddenly felt weary. Let it all burn.
