The Rise of a Special Forces Soldier Abandoned by a Wealthy Family

The autumn colors on the Harvard campus are romantic, with fallen leaves carpeting the ground in gold.

Anna and Ling Ye were walking side by side on their way to the economics lecture, while Lin Que was a few steps away, chattering away on her phone screen about a newly released hacking software.

Ling Ye appeared casual, but in reality, he always maintained a sense of vigilance.

Anna looked at his profile outlined by the sunlight, and her heart was filled with a sweet tranquility.

Her gaze involuntarily fell on Ling Ye, as if he were the only focus of the world.

His every move and every expression made her feel incredibly warm and at ease.

They walked along the road without exchanging many words, but the unspoken understanding and tacit agreement made Anna feel incredibly happy.

She knew that Ling Ye was a very intelligent and talented person, and that his future was full of endless possibilities.

She is also striving to pursue her dreams, hoping to create a better future with Ling Ye.

On this beautiful autumn day, Anna and Ling Ye spent a romantic and peaceful time together; their story had only just begun...

Suddenly, Anna's phone rang sharply, shattering the silence. It was her father calling. She answered with a laugh, "Dad, why at this hour..."

Before she could finish speaking, her smile froze on her face.

On the other end of the phone, the voice of the father, Robert Roth, was no longer his usual calm and authoritative one, but was filled with panic, fear, and sobs.

"Anna... Anna! Listen, come to the Presbyterian Hospital immediately! Right now!"

The father's voice was broken and fragmented:

"Your grandfather..."

"He suddenly collapsed at the Calvat family's dinner party..."

"The ambulance was attacked en route; a tire was hit by a bullet, causing it to overturn..."

"He suffered a severe head injury... his condition is extremely dangerous... the experts... the experts say..."

Anna's face turned deathly pale at a visible speed, and her knuckles turned white from gripping the phone so tightly.

"Dad...Grandpa...what did the experts say?"

"He suffered a brain hemorrhage and multiple internal organ damage. Given his age and the unknown cause of his sudden coma..."

"Dr. Stephen Black, a leading authority in neurosurgery, said..."

Even if the surgery is successful, the most likely outcome is... a vegetative state...

"Let's get ready... Come quickly! Come see him one last time..."

The words "last time" pierced Anna's heart like an ice pick.

She felt dizzy and her vision went black; her phone slipped from her limp hand.

She fell to the ground with a "thud." Her body swayed, as if she were about to collapse at any moment.

"Anna!" Ling Ye reacted with lightning speed, grabbing her almost limp body.

His expression instantly turned cold and sharp, the relaxed college student demeanor vanished without a trace, replaced by the murderous aura of a battlefield.

Lin Que rushed over immediately, picked up the phone, and asked anxiously, "Sister Anna! What happened? What's wrong?"

Anna leaned against Ling Ye's chest, tears streaming down her face like broken beads, her voice trembling uncontrollably.

"Grandpa... Grandpa had an accident... The hospital... The hospital said... he might not make it..."

She was incoherent, overwhelmed with grief that almost suffocated her.

Ling Ye's eyes sharpened. Without any hesitation, he scooped Anna up in his arms and growled at Lin Que:

"Little Sparrow! Go get the car! Anna's car is nearby! Hurry!"

"Understood!" Lin Que instantly got into the zone, rushing out like an agile leopard, without a trace of her usual playfulness.

Ling Ye carried Anna and ran, Anna's face buried in his chest, her tears soaking his clothes.

He could feel her body trembling violently; her helpless grief tore at his heart and strengthened his resolve.

Driving at breakneck speed, Lin Que displayed driving skills no less than any race car driver, arriving at New York-Presbyterian Hospital at top speed.

Outside the operating room, the atmosphere was so heavy it was almost suffocating.

Almost all the core members of the Rothschild family were present. Anna's parents, Robert and Emily, were supporting each other, their faces filled with despair and grief.

Other members of the tribe sobbed softly, while others looked ashen-faced.

"Dad! Mom!" Anna broke free from Ling Ye's support and rushed over. "Where's Grandpa? How is Grandpa?!"

When Robert saw his daughter, tears he had been holding back streamed down his face again. He hugged Anna tightly, his voice hoarse:

"They're still trying to save him... but Dr. Blake just came out and said... said we should be prepared, the bleeding is too much, the location is too dangerous, and considering the previous emergency... the chances of survival... are very slim..."

These words were the final straw for Anna. She let out a groan, her body went limp, and she fell straight backward.

"Anna!" Ling Ye stood behind her the whole time, supporting her steadily once again. He let her lean against him, but his gaze swept sharply toward the closed door of the operating room.

Anna's parents then noticed Ling Ye and Lin Que.

They recognized these as two young men whom their father (Ronnie) highly valued and had arranged to attend Harvard.

Although all she knew was that he was "the descendant of an old friend," she had no time to ask more questions at the moment and simply nodded gratefully to Ling Ye.

Just then, the operating room door opened with a "whoosh".

The surgeon, Dr. Stephen Black, one of the nation's leading neurosurgeons, emerged, removing his mask, his face showing exhaustion and profound regret.

He shook his head at Robert Roth, his voice low:

"Mr. Robert, we... have done our best."

Mr. Ronnie's vital signs were rapidly deteriorating, intracranial pressure could not be reduced, and the bleeding point was too tricky.

And there were signs of multiple organ failure, suspected to be caused by acute poisoning... We cannot reverse this process. Please... accept our condolences.

"No—!! Grandpa!!" Anna cried out in anguish, almost fainting.

The entire corridor was instantly enveloped in immense grief.

Just as everyone was in despair, a cold glint flashed in Ling Ye's eyes!

He gently pushed the almost limp Anna into her mother's arms and said, "I'm sorry, my apologies!"

The next moment, to everyone's astonishment, he rushed into the operating room like a ghost!

Dr. Blake was about to stop him, but he was stunned by the sudden burst of icy killing intent and majesty emanating from Ling Ye, and his movements were a beat too slow.

Ling Ye rushed into the operating room, ignoring the exclamations and attempts to stop her from the nurses around her, and pounced on the operating table.

His gaze swept rapidly across the monitor—the electrocardiogram showed extremely faint, almost vanishing fluctuations! The brainwaves were almost flat!

But he didn't give up! He grabbed Mr. Ronnie's wrist and precisely placed three fingers on the cun, guan, and chi points of the pulse. Traditional Chinese medicine pulse diagnosis!

"Get out! Who are you?! You can't come in!" The assistant doctor next to him reacted and shouted sternly.

"Shut up!" Ling Ye didn't even raise his head. His voice was as cold as the Siberian wind, carrying an unquestionable tone of command that instantly silenced the entire room.

His entire focus was on the faint, almost imperceptible pulse at his fingertips—floating, weak, rough, and scattered, a sign of declining vital energy, infiltration of toxins, and impending demise of the heart meridian!

But he keenly sensed that deep within the faint pulse, there was still an extremely tenacious life force that had not been extinguished!

Moreover, the pulse has an abnormally slippery and rapid quality, which is not caused by purely internal or external injury!

"His condition wasn't simply a fainting spell or trauma! He had been poisoned!"

"It's a complex alkaloid toxin that targets the nervous and cardiovascular systems, triggering his pre-existing cardiovascular and cerebrovascular conditions, leading to a sudden coma!"

Ling Ye suddenly looked up, his eyes sharp as knives, his speech rapid yet crystal clear.

"The fatal factor was the combination of unresolved toxins and massive bleeding from the trauma!"

Prepare for me immediately:

"Sodium calcium edetate is used to integrate potential heavy metal toxic components; methylene blue is used to counteract the possibility of methemoglobinemia; and activated charcoal suspension is prepared for perfusion adsorption!"

"At the same time, prepare fresh frozen blood plasma and platelets, in large quantities! Quickly!"

As he roared, he made a move that left everyone speechless—

He pulled out an extremely thin metal wallet from his inner pocket, which, when unfolded, revealed a dense array of specially made silver needles of varying lengths!

"Little Sparrow!" he called out.

"Here! Boss!" Lin Que had rushed in at some point, his face devoid of any playfulness, only focused intently.

"Assist the nurse in preparing the medication! Calculate the precise dosage based on the old man's weight! Quickly!"

"Understood!" Lin Que immediately rushed to the medicine cabinet, her brain starting to work like a supercomputer.

At that moment, Ling Ye's hand had already moved! So fast that only a blur remained!

Whoosh!Whoosh!Whoosh!

The three longest silver needles were precisely inserted into the Baihui and Sishencong acupoints on the top of Chief Ronnie's head (surround needling)!

This is the ultimate technique in Traditional Chinese Medicine for awakening the brain, opening the orifices, and strengthening the body's vital energy to prevent collapse. It aims to forcibly stimulate the almost stagnant brainstem function and keep the body on its last breath!

Immediately afterwards, several more silver needles fell:

Renzhong acupoint (strong stimulation).

Neiguan acupoint (strengthens the heart and unblocks the meridians).

Zusanli (replenishes Qi and strengthens the body's foundation).

Yongquan acupoint (draws fire back to its source, stimulates kidney qi)!

At the same time, he yelled at Dr. Blake, who was still in a daze:

"The patient has an acute subdural hematoma in the left temporal lobe, with the bleeding point located in a branch of the middle meningeal artery. Immediate craniotomy for hematoma evacuation and hemostasis is necessary! However, his circulation must be stabilized first!"

"Western medicine's cardiac stimulants and vasopressors have reached their limit. I'll use acupuncture to buy time! Then I'll perform the surgery and be responsible for maintaining his life and detoxifying him. You'll be my assistant!"

Dr. Blake was stunned by this sudden turn of events and by the aura emanating from Ling Ye, a blend of the coldness of a top assassin and the confidence of a divine physician.

But he was a top expert after all, and he immediately judged that Ling Ye's technique was by no means random. The precision with which he inserted the needle and prepared to make the incision even surpassed that of any Chinese medicine master or surgical expert he had seen in medical exchanges!

Moreover, Ling Ye's instantaneous assessment of the toxins subtly matched some of the subtle signs he discovered during the surgery (such as abnormal mucosal color and blood viscosity)!

More importantly, the patient had been declared clinically dead, which was the last glimmer of hope!

"Listen to him!" Dr. Blake decided immediately, putting his gloves back on.

"Prepare the electric drill and bone forceps! Prepare the bipolar electrocautery! Head nurse, cooperate with this... gentleman's request!"

He didn't even know Ling Ye's name.