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"Dad, let Ye Heng give it a try, otherwise my brother will really have no chance!" Xia He knelt down in front of Xia Guoqiang with a thud.

Xia Guoqiang began to tremble violently.

He looked at his lifeless son on the bed, at his wife who was crying so hard she was almost fainting, and then at his daughter's pleading eyes.

This honest, hardworking man, who has made a living through physical labor all his life, is now facing the most cruel choice of his life.

"Anyway... Chen'er is already like this now..."

As he uttered those words, it seemed as if he had used all his strength to keep himself from collapsing.

"Dr. Liu! Let him give it a try. The worst that can happen is this! I accept it! If anything goes wrong, we'll take responsibility ourselves. It has nothing to do with the hospital! This is the decision I, as the father, made!"

"Guoqiang! Are you crazy!" Li Xiulan screamed, trying to rush forward to stop her husband, but Xia He held her tightly.

Tears streaming down her face, Xia He shook her head at her mother, her eyes filled with the same resolute determination: "Mom! Let Ye Heng try! I believe in him! My brother has no other choice!"

Liu Zhenguo's face turned ashen.

A wicked thought quickly took shape in his mind.

"Since you insist on courting death and believing in this charlatan, then don't blame me. Perfect, once this kid kills someone, all the blame can be pinned on him!"

"It was the family who insisted on his treatment, and it was his unlicensed medical practice that led to the patient's death! The hospital and I can completely absolve ourselves of any responsibility!"

Thinking of this, Liu Zhenguo took a deep breath, forcibly suppressing the anger and disdain in his heart, and put on a heavy and helpless expression.

"Mr. Xia, Ms. Li, and Miss Xia, since you, as immediate family members, have jointly made this decision and insist on Mr. Ye receiving treatment, then I respect your wishes and cannot forcibly stop you."

His gaze shifted to Ye Heng, his eyes sharp as knives, his tone carrying a businesslike indifference and a subtle warning:

"However, I must reiterate: First, this Mr. Ye is not an employee of our hospital, nor does he have any qualifications or authorization to practice medicine at our hospital."

"Secondly, the patient's condition is extremely critical; any non-standard or unproven treatment could accelerate the deterioration of the condition and directly lead to death."

"Third, once you begin the procedure, you will be solely responsible for any unforeseen events that occur, including but not limited to cardiac and respiratory arrest, massive bleeding, or brain herniation, and the hospital will not be held liable! Furthermore, you will need to sign a liability waiver!"

Upon hearing this, Ye Heng didn't even lift his eyelids, only giving a faint "hmm," as if Liu Zhenguo's words were just irrelevant nonsense.

His full attention had returned to Xia Chen. He adjusted the angle of the silver needle between his fingers, and his true energy flowed through his fingertips, ready to be unleashed.

With Li Xiulan weeping and Xia He supporting him, Xia Guoqiang, his hands trembling, pressed his blood-red fingerprint onto the disclaimer document hastily brought by the nurse.

"Alright, everyone else, please leave. Don't interfere with Mr. Ye's 'spellcasting'."

Liu Zhenguo said with an almost mocking tone, then turned and walked out of the operating room first, followed closely by Dr. Wang Mingyuan. The two exchanged a knowing glance.

The heavy automatic door slowly closed, separating the inside from the outside into two different worlds.

Ye Heng stood alone by the bed, his eyes sharp as stars.

His gaze fell on Xia Chen's ashen face.

"Life force is almost exhausted, the brain is congested, and the organs are like a collapsing building... It's a difficult situation, but not insurmountable," he thought to himself.

The chapters on "reversing death and bringing back to life" and the acupuncture diagrams in the Shennong Materia Medica flowed through my mind like water. The "Shennong Mysterious Needle" was created for such desperate situations. It only requires pure true qi as a guide to forcibly stimulate the last potential of the human body, clear blockages, and rekindle the flame of life.

This method is dangerous and will take a toll on the practitioner, but at this moment, it is worth the risk and will also be a test of his medical skills.

This is tantamount to snatching someone from the clutches of the King of Hell.

No more hesitation.

With a flick of his wrist, Ye Heng moved with ghostly speed, his fingers already holding several fine silver needles that gleamed with a faint cold light.

"The first needle is applied to Baihui (GV20), which calms the mind, opens the senses, and guides the pure Yang energy upward to the heavenly spirit."

With a clear command in his mind, he pointed his fingers like a sword and lightly touched the Baihui acupoint on Xia Chen's head. A silver needle pierced silently, with perfect precision. The needle tip trembled slightly, and a faint, warm true energy flowed into the needle, carefully probing towards the near-dead core of the brain.

Almost simultaneously, without stopping, his left hand dropped several more needles like lightning.

"Fengchi and Tianzhu points can relieve congestion in the neck and promote the upward flow of qi and blood."

"The center of the chest is where the vital energy gathers, invigorating the heart and strengthening the vital energy hub."

"Guanyuan and Qihai points strengthen the foundation and nourish the source, locking in the remaining Yang energy in the lower Jiao."

With each needle insertion, he infused it with strands of his pure inner energy.

As the vital energy circulates, it also nourishes the organs and tissues that are on the verge of necrosis due to ischemia and hypoxia.

This process was extremely taxing on his mind and internal energy. Ye Heng felt his true energy flowing in like a floodgate being opened.

While Ye Heng was racing against time in the operating room, wrestling with death—

Outside the operating room, Liu Zhenguo stood with his arms crossed, leaning against the wall in the distance.

Dr. Wang Mingyuan leaned closer, lowered his voice, and spoke with an air of absurdity:

"Director Liu, what kind of situation is this? Some greenhorn who just popped up out of nowhere dares to take on a patient we've all diagnosed as terminally ill? And he even claims he can save him? Who does he think he is?"

Liu Zhenguo snorted through his nose, his eyes filled with malice:

"The family agreed, so we're 'exonerated.' He wanted to show off, so he has to bear the consequences. When it's quiet inside... Hmph, perfect. If he's dead, all the responsibility will be his, saving us from trouble with the family."

He even secretly hoped that Ye Heng would fail, the sooner the better, so that it would further prove that their previous judgment was correct.

That way you can get rid of this trouble completely.

Just as the two were whispering to each other, footsteps came from the end of the corridor.

Everyone looked up and saw an elderly man wearing a dark gray Zhongshan suit, with silver hair that was neatly combed and a sharp face, walking briskly towards them.

It was the legendary healer Lu Lang who rushed over without stopping after receiving the urgent request for help.

Liu Zhenguo hurriedly stepped forward, his expression obsequious: "Dr. Lu, you've arrived so quickly!"

Lu Lang's voice was urgent, without any formalities: "Is the patient inside? How is he?"

As if grasping at a straw, Xia Guoqiang and his wife suddenly stood up.

Li Xiulan rushed forward, stammering, "Dr. Lu! You've finally come! Please save my son! He's inside, he's dying..."

"Old Lu, the patient's condition is extremely critical. We have done everything we can, but..." Liu Zhenguo quickly reported the situation, trying to emphasize the irreversibility of the illness and their efforts.

As Lu Lang listened, his brows furrowed deeper and deeper.

When he heard that "intracranial pressure is critical, brainstem function is failing, multiple organs are affected, spontaneous breathing is weak, and the family has been informed to prepare for the worst," his expression became very solemn.

However, Liu Zhenguo's next sentence made him instantly change color.

"...However, just now, the patient's sister brought in a young man who claimed to know medicine and insisted on going in to try. The family...the family finally agreed, and he is currently inside...receiving treatment."

"What?!" Lu Lang suddenly stopped in his tracks, his sharp gaze shooting towards Liu Zhenguo like lightning, filled with incredulous anger.

"You let some young man of unknown origin go in to treat such a critically ill patient?! This is outrageous! It's treating human life like dirt! This is extremely irresponsible towards the patient! Get him out of here immediately!"