A miraculous doctor descended from the heavens.

"Stop!" Ding Yi, who was lying on the lathe, saw Gu Feng and hurriedly called out.

"What's wrong?" Dean Peng asked, puzzled, as he stood beside him.

"Fat Seaweed, didn't you want to know who predicted I wouldn't live past half a month?"

"You mean that guy who's delirious with fever?" Dean Peng looked around. "Where is he?"

"Hmm!" Ding Yi pointed at Gu Feng, "Isn't that him?"

Dean Peng looked up and saw a spirited young man who looked to be under twenty years old sitting there.

Despite his imposing presence and good looks, he's just too young!

"Is it him?"

"That's me!" Unable to bear being pointed at and talked about as if he weren't there, Gu Feng walked over and, using the old man as a specimen, asked the group of doctors, "What illness do you diagnose him with?"

His loud and even somewhat shouting tone greatly displeased the group of renowned doctors, who responded with mocking sneers and disdainful eye rolls, not even bothering to give a perfunctory reply!

What kind of fresh tofu and radish peel do you have?

They dare to point fingers and yell at us; they're really clueless!

Although Dean Peng was not entirely satisfied with the attitude of the man before him, as the head of two academies, his composure was naturally beyond that of ordinary people. He immediately said, "We all agree that Chairman Ding is suffering from acute viral hepatitis."

"Haha," Gu Feng laughed heartily, then shook his head with a sigh, "After all the examinations I've just done, I've broadened my horizons and gained a lot of knowledge. I thought modern medicine had developed to an unprecedented level, but it turns out that doctors are just so-so!"

"What did you say?"

The group of renowned doctors were furious and started shouting at each other.

Dean Peng was also furious. This kid was subtly cursing his group for being incompetent and muddle-headed. Hearing the uncouth ravings of the famous doctors behind him, he frowned even more and glared at them from behind!

The renowned doctors immediately fell silent.

"Judging from what this young man is saying, it seems we made a mistake in our diagnosis. Do you have any different opinions?" Dean Peng asked, suppressing his anger and maintaining his composure.

"Hehe, right or wrong, you'll see if you follow this diagnosis and treatment!" Gu Feng laughed, raising three fingers. "At most three days, this old man can start preparing for his passing!"

"You bastard, what nonsense are you spouting!"

Ding Hanhan, the granddaughter of Old Man Ding, could no longer hold back. She took a step forward and slapped Gu Feng across the face.

If Gu Feng could be hit by her so easily, then he wouldn't be Gu Feng. He just tilted his head slightly, and Ding Hanhan missed.

Ding Hanhan was even more furious. Enraged, she immediately ordered, "Abu, are you still sleepwalking there? Get him here and teach him a lesson!"

Ding Hanhan's private driver and bodyguard, Abu, had already seen Gu Feng. Knowing that even ten of him wouldn't be a match for him, he couldn't afford to offend him and had to hide. So he stayed behind the crowd!

He hadn't expected that he couldn't escape her no matter how he tried. Now that the young lady was furious, if he were to cower and shrink back any longer, he would be doing a disservice to his million-dollar-a-year job. So he steeled himself, stepped forward, rolled up his sleeves, and prepared to attack Gu Feng!

Although he knew perfectly well that he would only get beaten up if he went up there, he figured getting beaten up was better than losing his job!

Although the financial crisis is gradually passing, a job with such a high salary as his is still hard to come by.

"Abu, come back!"

Ding Yi called out softly in time, and Abu immediately stopped in his tracks, but still glared at Gu Feng with bared teeth!

Dean Peng quickly stepped in to smooth things over, advising Ding Hanhan, "Ding, it's not worth arguing with someone like that. Come on, let's go inside!"

"Hmph, we'll see. You'll regret this after today!" Ding Hanhan coldly retorted before striding away arrogantly.

After this argument, Gu Feng, who was already in no mood for medical treatment, was even less inclined to stay there. He asked Su Man'er where the outhouse was, and then used the excuse of needing to urinate to slip away for a stroll.

After leaving the building marked with the words "Medical Technology Building," Gu Feng wandered around aimlessly and soon lost his bearings!

This clinic was much larger than he had imagined; it felt even more complex than the imperial palace of the Liao Dynasty!

He kept circling around here, but it seemed like he was just going in circles!

Finally, he had no choice but to return to the building he had come out of, but once inside, he discovered that it was no longer the original building, but the surgical ward building.

Gu Feng couldn't understand why he had ended up here, but since he was already here, he might as well make the best of it. He wanted to see how the patients were different now compared to those in ancient times.

Push open a hospital room door, and you'll find two hospital beds inside!

One of them was a patient who had fractures of both the radius and ulna in his arm.

Gu Feng took a closer look and realized that modern doctors had used internal fixation, inserting steel bars into the arm to act as a support, allowing the comminuted fractured bone to heal.

After understanding this principle, Gu Feng couldn't help but scoff!

Why make such a simple fracture so complicated?

The affected area is manually repositioned and then secured with wooden strips. Recovery can take anywhere from one and a half months to as short as twenty-five days.

Having so much steel inside not only affects the healing of fractures, but also means it will have to be removed later!

In that case, it will take at least three to five months to fully recover!

It's a waste of time and tortures the patient!

Quack doctors, they're all quacks!

Gu Feng cursed inwardly.

Little did he know that few modern Western doctors know how to manually reduce fractures, and even among traditional Chinese medicine practitioners, fewer and fewer can perform manual fracture reduction.

After losing interest in the patient, Gu Feng moved to another bed.

This is a patient whose wrists were severed and replanted. Seeing the amazing suturing and reattachment technique, Gu Feng couldn't help but marvel!

This kind of medical skill could never have existed in the Liao Dynasty!

Those who are unfortunate enough to have their limbs severed on the battlefield have no recourse other than to lose them forever.

It seems that modern medicine is not without its merits; at the very least, Gu Feng could not perform limb replantation.

The two patients were completely bewildered by Gu Feng. He didn't look like a doctor, nor did he seem to be there to visit them. But as soon as he came in, he kept staring at their injuries, sometimes shaking his head and sighing, sometimes praising them, and muttering to himself.

Until he left, neither of them knew what he was up to!

"Old Huang, do you know him?" Bed 25 couldn't help but ask Bed 26 after Gu Feng left.

"I don't know him, but do you?" The patient in bed number twenty-six was completely baffled.

"Then what is he doing here?" Bed number 25 stared in disbelief.

"I don't know!" Bed number 26 shook its head blankly.

"Is he mentally ill?" asked the patient in bed number twenty-five.

Recalling Gu Feng's erratic behavior, the patient in bed 26 nodded in agreement: "He's very likely a patient who escaped from the psychiatric ward, suffering from schizophrenia. He thinks he's a doctor!"

"Sigh, so young, what a pity!"

"..."

Gu Feng didn't hear their conversation because, while they were talking, he had already checked on several wards for the absent head of surgery.

Just as he was about to push open the door to the Nth ward, the sound coming from inside made him pause in surprise.

"...Snakeskin, didn't you say you'd bring me some deep-well frog porridge? How come you've moved in with me now!"

The voice sounded very familiar. Gu Feng thought about it carefully and realized that it was the pimple-faced man with cow dung on his head from last night.

"Brother, you don't know, I just led a group of brothers to buy frog porridge, and we were on our way to see you. But we didn't expect to run into the Huilong Society as soon as we stepped out of the street. There were about a hundred of them, all carrying long knives and water pipes. There were only about ten of us, what could we do? We had no choice but to bite the bullet and fight them. We can't disgrace the Yihe Gang, you have no idea how dangerous the situation was. I was fighting ten against one..."

Gu Feng was no stranger to this spittle-flecked, breathless speaker. Wasn't this the sleazy man who got stabbed by a pen on the bus?

No wonder these two are the same; they're cousins, birds of a feather flock together!

"Hey buddy, what happened to your legs and hands?" Snake Skin asked after rambling on and on.

"Sigh, don't even mention it!" My cousin sighed, then slowly began to speak, "Last night, I was having a late-night snack at the corner of Portland Street..."

Gu Feng nodded upon hearing this. This cousin was clearly more honest than Snake Skin. At least what he said was true. It seemed that what he had done to him last night had been a bit cruel. But as he listened, his anger flared up.

"...We were eating when a bunch of clueless bastards came over. The one in the lead was seven feet eight inches tall, and the dozen or so men behind him were all tall and burly, like they had just been discharged from some military unit. They were here for a late-night snack too, but the way they were making noise was like country bumpkins coming to the city. It was so noisy it was unbearable. You know I'm the kind of person who speaks my mind, right? So what if I was in the army? If they mess with me, I'll beat them up without hesitation."

"That's it, that's it!"

"I tried to reason with them and tell them to stop yelling, but they not only wouldn't listen, they also looked down on me because they outnumbered me. Who do you think I am? I'm the boss of Portland Street. These dozen or so guys combined aren't even a match for me. So without saying a word, I grabbed a bottle and beat them so badly they were running for their lives, and finally they were kneeling on the ground..."

My cousin was talking animatedly when the door suddenly opened, and a figure appeared on the door.

After seeing the person's face clearly, Lao Biao stopped talking abruptly, his mouth agape as if an egg had been stuffed into it, unable to close it for a long time!

Snakeskin wasn't much better off; he was so terrified that his face turned ashen.

The air seemed to freeze as Gu Feng appeared!

The previously noisy ward immediately fell silent, so quiet you could hear a pin drop, and the expressions on the two people's faces froze.