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On the hospital bed, a young man lay quietly.

His face was ashen, and his lips were bluish-purple.

His endotracheal tube was connected to a ventilator, and deep vein catheters were inserted in his jugular vein and arm; urinary catheters, gastric tubes... various monitoring cables were attached to his chest and forehead.

The ventilator's parameters showed that he had almost lost the ability to breathe on his own.

Li Xiulan rushed to the bedside, her trembling hands wanting to touch her son's face, yet she dared not.

Xia Guoqiang leaned against the edge of the bed, tears streaming down his face. His hunched back seemed to have been drained of all his energy in an instant.

Xia He stood behind her parents, tears silently streaming down her face.

She turned her head and looked at Ye Heng standing to the side.

Perhaps... perhaps he really does have a way? This thought was like the last spark in the darkness.

"Ye Heng... tell me the truth... is there still hope for my brother?"

Xia Chen's condition was indeed on the verge of collapse, with brainstem failure and multiple system involvement. The modern medical definition of "terminal state" was not an exaggeration.

But... his medical skills are far more than just ordinary medical skills.

Ye Heng reached out and patted Xia He's slightly trembling shoulder.

"It can be saved!"

All eyes immediately focused on Ye Heng.

Ye Heng walked towards the hospital bed.

His gaze swept over Xia Chen's pale face on the hospital bed and the numerous tubes covering his body, and several treatment options quickly flashed through his mind.

Brainstem failure, multiple organ failure, and a sliver of life... it is indeed a difficult situation, but not without hope.

The "Shennong's Classic of Herbs" passed down by my master contains several secret methods specifically created to revive the dead and restore life to the dying. With the aid of special acupuncture techniques and the guidance of true qi, it is possible to bring the dead back to life.

"Wait!" The chief surgeon, Liu Zhenguo, stepped forward and placed his hand between Ye Heng and the hospital bed, his brows furrowed.

"Young man, who are you? Which hospital are you from? What's your professional title?" Liu Zhenguo's tone was skeptical and displeased.

"Do you know what the situation is? The patient's intracranial pressure is critical, brainstem function is almost gone, there are signs of multiple organ failure, and spontaneous breathing is very weak! This is a terminal state that modern medicine can no longer help after a joint assessment by the best teams in our hospital's neurosurgery, ICU, and anesthesiology departments! You say you can save him? On what basis? On what basis?"

The barrage of questions sounded particularly jarring in the quiet operating room.

In his view, the young man was either crazy or ignorant and reckless, treating the final moments of a critically ill patient as a joke.

The faint hope that Xia Guoqiang had briefly felt because of Ye Heng's words quickly cooled down under Liu Zhenguo's stern questioning and scrutinizing gaze.

He looked at Ye Heng—he was too young, with a handsome face that even had a touch of student-like innocence; he didn't look like some kind of reclusive divine doctor at all.

He sighed heavily, his voice hoarse and weary, carrying the last restraint of a father: "Ye... Ye Heng, right? Thank you for helping Xiao He before; that money really saved us in an emergency. But... this isn't the place for young people to show off or flaunt their abilities."

He shook his head, shifting his gaze from Ye Heng back to his son's lifeless face, his grief deepening.

"My son is on the verge of death! It's not some minor ailment that can be cured with a joke or a quick fix. Dr. Liu and the others are professionals; even the best doctors say there's nothing they can do... Please... please don't cause us any more trouble. Let us... quietly accompany him on his final journey."

Li Xiulan's emotions were even more intense.

Her swollen eyes were filled with offended anger and deep mockery as she stared intently at Ye Heng, as if he were a clown who had come to cause trouble.

"You? Saved our Chen'er?"

"Who do you think you are? You're just a colleague at Xiaohe's company! At most, you're someone with a few connections and know how to collect debts! Who do you think you are? Hua Tuo reincarnated? Bian Que reborn? I think you're just trying to show off in front of Xiaohe, putting on an act, and gaining her favor!"

"I've seen plenty of young people like you. You think you're so great just because you have a little talent, and you dare to do anything! Let me tell you, this is my son's life! Not a prop for you to show off or use to win over girls! Get out! Get out of here! Don't dirty my son's final resting place!"

Xia He turned pale upon hearing this. She wanted to speak up for Ye Heng, but she was overwhelmed by her mother's intense emotions and her father's tired and disappointed eyes, and could only look at Ye Heng anxiously, her tears flowing even more profusely.

After listening to Xia Guoqiang and his wife's words, especially Li Xiulan's blunt rebuke, Liu Zhenguo revealed an undisguised sneer.

In retrospect, this guy was just a clueless young man trying to show off in front of girls.

The contempt in Liu Zhenguo's eyes was almost undisguised.

"I thought that anyone who dared to speak so arrogantly at a time like this must at least be some kind of anonymous expert, or a person with special abilities. Turns out... he's just an amateur."

"This is not a place for your vanity. Please leave the operating room immediately, do not interfere with our final medical procedures, and do not disturb the family any further. Otherwise, I will have to call security."

Xia Guoqiang closed his eyes, and when he opened them again, all that remained in his eyes was a dejected plea.

"Ye Heng, you should go. We appreciate your kindness... but we really don't need you here anymore. Let us... be alone for a while."

He didn't say anything harsher, which was only because of his daughter and the 100,000 yuan; he preserved his last bit of dignity.

Only Xia He continued to speak up for Ye Heng, extremely anxious: "Dad! Mom! How could you say such things about Ye Heng!"

Ye Heng stood still, his face as calm as a still well.

He almost gave up on the people's mockery, since the person in the hospital bed had nothing to do with him anyway.

But he saw the look in Xia He's eyes.

Those eyes that saw him as their only hope.

I also remembered how Xia He scrimped and saved during her university years for her brother, working tirelessly...

His gaze fell once more on Xia Chen's ashen face. His spiritual sense stirred, and he carefully perceived the faint, almost completely dissipated life force remaining within that body.

Like a candle in the wind, it could be extinguished at any moment.

We can't delay any longer!

He could let Xia Chen's life fade away, but he didn't want to see Xia He shed tears because of it.

He ignored Liu Zhenguo's hand pointing to the door, and he didn't respond to Xia Guoqiang and his wife's attempts to drive him away. He simply looked up at Xia He, whose eyes were brimming with tears and who was on the verge of collapse. His voice remained steady, yet it carried an undeniable penetrating power:

"Xia He, do you believe me?"

Xia He trembled as she looked into Ye Heng's deep, calm eyes.

She nodded and said, "I believe you!"

Ye Heng's lips twitched almost imperceptibly, as if offering a very faint word of comfort.

Without waiting for Liu Zhenguo to object again, he moved slightly and somehow bypassed Liu Zhenguo's obstruction, arriving directly at the bedside.

The movement was so fast that Liu Zhenguo only felt a blur before his eyes, and he was already at the bedside.