The Golden-Eyed Life of a Security Guard

The lights in the intensive care unit remained on for six hours. The sky had darkened, but Gu Yuebai still hadn't come out.

This made Zhang Jing and Lin Wei, who had originally wanted to witness a miracle, feel uneasy. Even Song Lan, who had the most confidence in Gu Yuebai, couldn't help but feel apprehensive at this moment.

She could only silently pray for Gu Yuebai in her heart: Yuebai, please come out safely. I'll do anything for you as long as you get out safely.

Gu Yuebai was naturally unaware of Song Lan's thoughts at this moment. If he knew that Song Lan was willing to do anything for him, he would probably start thinking about all sorts of embarrassing things.

However, in the intensive care unit at this moment, Gu Yuebai had no time to think about those things. The silver needles rose and fell in his hands, and spiritual energy was injected into the bodies of eighteen patients.

This was the last one. His forehead was covered in sweat, and his back was soaked as if he had been immersed in water.

Gradually, the eyelids of the eighteenth patient twitched slightly, the yin energy in his body had completely disappeared, and the ulcerated skin gradually scabbed over. These were all changes that could be seen with the naked eye.

With a flick of his right hand, Gu Yuebai sent four silver needles plunging into the silver pouch. However, his body swayed, and the golden light in his eyes dimmed. Even with the ever-accumulating power of faith, he could not sustain the consumption of his energy.

The eighteenth patient gradually regained consciousness, and his lips murmured, "Thank you..."

A pure power of faith flowed into Gu Yuebai's body, making him feel as if he were bathed in a spring breeze, and his exhausted body gradually regained a bit of vitality.

He gently patted the patient's hand and said softly, "It's alright, you're getting better. You'll recover gradually, don't worry."

The patient nodded slightly.

Gu Yuebai walked to the door and opened the heavy door.

The first person to see Gu Yuebai come out was Song Lan. Her eyes were slightly red. When she saw the door open, she rushed over almost without thinking and threw herself into Gu Yuebai's arms, saying as if she were crying, "You're finally out? I was so worried."

Gu Yuebai was deeply moved. He gently patted Song Lan's back and comforted her, "Who am I? Even a Great Immortal is not as good as me. Haha, it's alright, don't worry."

Zhang Jing, Liu Xiang, and Lin Wei all came over.

Unlike Liu Xiang and Lin Wei, who were concerned about the patient's life, Zhang Jing was very concerned about the patient's life. He asked anxiously, "What's the situation inside? Can the patient be brought back to life?"

Liu Xiangchong peered around the intensive care unit, trying to see what was happening inside; what he cared about was winning or losing the bet.

"It's definitely beyond saving, Dean. He was inside for six hours. You can't bring a dead man back to life with just a few acupuncture needles."

Lin Wei frowned slightly, her gaze fixed on Gu Yuebai. From his calm and relaxed demeanor, she already had a guess.

"Director Liu, do you remember our bet from six hours ago?" Gu Yuebai bypassed Song Lan, looked at Liu Xiang, and asked unhurriedly, "I remember someone promised that if I cured the patients inside, you would leave the hospital and become a regular doctor at Song's Medical Clinic, right?"

Liu Xiang's expression changed instantly. Judging from Gu Yuebai's tone, he was absolutely certain of success.

He couldn't wait to leave Gu Yuebai behind and rushed into the intensive care unit. What came into view were eighteen critically ill patients whose ulcers had already scabbed over, whose breathing was stable, and who were no longer in critical condition.

Liu Xiang couldn't stand up straight and swayed before she leaned against the wall to steady herself.

Zhang Jing and Lin Wei also came in; the patient's improvement was an undeniable fact.

Zhang Jing clapped his hands excitedly: "Great, great! We've finally saved her. Otherwise, the People's Hospital would have turned into a battlefield, a living hell! Great, great, great!"

Gu Yuebai also reminded them, "Dean, please arrange for a nurse to move them to a different ward. They will still need the medicine I just prescribed, both internally and externally. It will take ten days to half a month for them to fully recover."

"Oh, right." Zhang Jing suddenly realized, and pointed at Lin Wei, saying, "Dr. Lin, could you please run up and call some nurses to move them to another ward?"

Lin Wei nodded, and she looked deeply at Gu Yuebai, a different kind of emotion gradually emerging in the depths of her eyes.

After everyone left the ward, Gu Yuebai patted the dejected Liu Xiang on the back and said with a faint smile, "There's no need for Director Liu to resign from the People's Hospital. You can just take one day a week to see patients at Song's Clinic. We'll continue to pay your salary. What do you think?"

Upon hearing that she didn't have to resign, Liu Xiang was overjoyed. "Great, great. No problem, I'm willing."

A smile appeared on Zhang Jing's face, which was covered in age spots. He patted Liu Xiang on the shoulder, turned around, and left.

Gu Yuebai pulled Song Lan downstairs with Zhang Jing. Liu Xiang then realized what was happening and quickly followed.

In the lobby, there were many patients, with patients of varying degrees of illness being accommodated on each floor.

Led by Liu Xiang, Gu Yuebai went to the fifth floor to begin a new round of treatment.

Having saved eighteen critically ill patients on the verge of death on the sixth floor, Gu Yuebai's cultivation level is almost up one level.

Liu Xiang found a white coat for Gu Yuebai, had him put it on, poured him a glass of water, and personally served him.

Gu Yuebai smiled and said to Liu Xiang, "Director Liu, it's not appropriate for someone of your rank to serve me. You can find a regular nurse; that will suffice. If I need anything, I can just tell her."

Liu Xiang felt as if he had been granted a pardon, and he quickly bowed and said, "Dr. Gu, thank you so much. Really. Really."

"You're not a bad person, alright, that's settled then. Sister Lan, I think you should go back too. I'm afraid I won't be back for a few days, so you should go home first."

Song Lan thought for a moment, then stood up. "Okay, I'll go home first and cook you something to eat. You haven't eaten anything for most of the day."

"Hehe, Sister Lan is still the best to me." Gu Yuebai sat on the bench and smiled at her.

After Song Lan left, Liu Xiang quickly found a nurse to accompany Gu Yuebai. After resting for half an hour, he began to nervously treat the patient again.

With Zhang Jing in charge at the hospital, everything is proceeding smoothly. Meanwhile, the traditional Chinese medicine hospital is working hard to prepare the medicine. The first batch of medicine has already been distributed to patients in the lobby.

Late into the night, Gu Yuebai could no longer stay awake. He sat on a bench on the fifth floor and drifted off to sleep.

The corridor was still filled with injured patients, but most of them had been treated by Gu Yuebai, and their festering bodies had begun to scab over.

They were grateful and watched as Gu Yuebai fell asleep from exhaustion. No one disturbed him; they all sat or lay down silently, afraid of disturbing his rest.

Not far away, a tall, beautiful female doctor stood at the elevator entrance. She silently walked up to Gu Yuebai, draped a pink blanket she had brought over over Gu Yuebai, and then turned and left.