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

Anna and her parents rushed in and were stunned by what they saw, a scene straight out of a fantasy movie.

When Anna saw her grandfather covered in silver needles, and Ling Ye and Dr. Blake standing side by side in front of the operating table, an absurd yet intense hope ignited in her heart.

"Ling Ye..."

Ling Ye didn't turn around; all his attention was focused on Ronnie, yet his voice came through with unusual calmness:

"Anna, trust me."

"The old man treated me like a junior, and I will never let him leave like this."

"As long as there's even a sliver of hope, I'll fight with everything I have to snatch him back from the clutches of death!"

"Now, please leave and don't disturb us!"

His words possessed a convincing magic.

Anna looked at Ling Ye's focused and determined profile, as if she saw the figure from two years ago who had shielded her from bullets and blades—the same safety, the same selflessness.

She bit her lip, nodded vigorously, and with her parents' help, retreated to a corner of the operating room, watching intently.

Inside the operating room, an unprecedented emergency rescue combining traditional Chinese and Western medicine was underway:

Almost instantly, Dr. Blake made the craziest yet most correct decision of his career: "Head Nurse! Give this gentleman your full support! Prepare for craniotomy!"

Ling Ye nodded, his hands moving without pause, simultaneously manipulating needles to maintain Ronnie's faint life force while quickly saying, "Scalpel!"

Almost instinctively, an scrub nurse slapped a scalpel onto his sterile gloved hand.

Ling Ye swiftly moved his knife, locating the scalp, cutting it open, peeling away layers, drilling holes, and enlarging the bone window...

His movements were fluid and incredibly fast, and his precision was in no way inferior to that of any top surgeon, even more stable, more accurate, and more confident!

It wasn't surgery; it was more like completing a work of art that was already deeply ingrained in one's mind!

Dr. Blake stood by, completely relegated to the role of assistant, responsible for traction, suction, and delivering instruments.

His horror was beyond measure:

This young man is not only proficient in the mysterious art of traditional Chinese acupuncture, but his basic skills and techniques in Western surgical surgery are also shockingly powerful! Who exactly is he?!

Inside the operating room, only the faint sounds of instruments and Ling Ye's occasional concise and cold instructions remained.

"Bipolar electrocoagulation."

"Attractant".

"Brain pressure plate".

"Microscopic scissors".

Ling Ye's gaze, peering through the microscope, was as steady as a mountain.

His hands were steady without trembling at all. He accurately located the bleeding point, used electrocoagulation to stop the bleeding, cleared the hematoma, and protected the vital brain tissue.

Throughout the process, the silver needles on his head trembled slightly, as if they were invisibly transmitting life energy to maintain the patient's lifeline, which was on the verge of breaking.

Time ticked by, and the atmosphere in the operating room was so tense it was almost palpable. Sweat soaked through Ling Ye's and Dr. Blake's surgical gowns.

Finally, after three hours that felt like an eternity...

Ling Ye successfully cleared the hematoma, completely stopped the bleeding, and completed the skull suturing.

Ling Ye then made another sudden move, pulling out most of the silver needles from Ronnie's body, leaving only a few thin needles in his heart and on the top of his head, which he slowly twisted.

He let out a long sigh, his body swayed slightly, and his face was pale, clearly indicating that he had exhausted himself.

All eyes were focused on the monitor.

The previously faint and fading electrocardiogram gradually became stronger and more regular!

Blood pressure and blood oxygen saturation are slowly but steadily recovering! Although the brain waves are still weak, active waveforms have reappeared!

"The vital signs are stable!" the head nurse exclaimed in disbelief, her voice filled with ecstasy.

Dr. Blake looked at the monitor, then at Mr. Ronnie, whose IV drip was inserted and whose breathing, though weak, was now steady...

Finally, looking at the mysterious and powerful young man beside him, his eyes were filled with shock and admiration.

"A miracle...this is simply a medical miracle..."

He murmured, "You...you not only identified the poisoning factor we overlooked!"

"They even used this...this incredible method to buy him time for surgery and forcibly sustain his life!"

"And they completed the surgery in almost the shortest possible time, bringing life back... No! This isn't just a medical miracle, it's a human miracle..."

Ling Ye shook his head slightly, his voice tinged with weariness:

"It's not over yet. The toxins have only been initially suppressed, and the recovery from brain damage will be a long process. But at least... his life has been saved."

He turned around and looked at Anna in the corner.

Anna was already in tears, but this time, they were tears of joy from being saved from a desperate situation.

She rushed over without hesitation, hugged Ling Ye tightly, and sobbed uncontrollably:

"Thank you... thank you... Ling Ye... thank you..."

Ling Ye gently hugged her back, patted her back, and whispered:

"Alright, it's all over. Let the doctors handle the follow-up. The old man needs to rest."

Robert and Emily also stepped forward, too excited to say anything, only repeatedly thanking Ling Ye and Dr. Blake.

Ling Ye gave Lin Que a wink, and Lin Que immediately understood. She began to quietly clean up the special medicines and traces of silver needles they had brought, erasing some of the more shocking marks.

Dr. Blake looked at Ling Ye and couldn't help but ask, "Young man, who...who exactly are you...?"

Ling Ye merely smiled faintly, a smile tinged with weariness, yet still exuding a chilling, sinister aura:

"I'm just Anna's classmate. The rest is up to you, Dr. Blake."

After saying that, he took Anna's hand, gestured to Lin Que, and quietly left the operating room, leaving the space to the professional medical team.

Outside the corridor, the members of the Luo family, upon learning that the old man had been miraculously pulled back from the brink of death, erupted in a huge cheer and weeping. This time, it was a release of joy, but no one knew whether it was real or not.

Anna held Ling Ye's hand tightly, looking at his slightly pale profile, her heart filled with endless love, gratitude, and an indescribable shock.

She knew that the man she had fallen in love with was far more mysterious and powerful than she had imagined.

Everything he showed today was not just to repay a debt of gratitude, but also because she was in his heart.

Ling Ye felt the warmth and dependence in Anna's hand, and looked at the gradually brightening sky outside the window, feeling a sense of peace in his heart.

Protecting those he cherished felt more fulfilling than any mission he had ever completed before.

His peaceful life at Harvard was disrupted, but his battle with "Little Sparrow" never stopped; it just changed battlefields.

This time, however, he is protecting family and love.