A miraculous doctor descended from the heavens.

Ding Lisheng's head CT scans and X-rays were quickly delivered and inserted one by one into the reader equipped with a high-intensity light.

When the film is held up to the light, the situation becomes immediately clear.

In the lateral X-ray of the skull, the bullet was embedded in the skull, with the front end having pierced through the bone and entered the brain tissue, while the tail end was almost flush with the bone surface, with only a tiny bit of the tail tip showing.

Clearly, Ding Lisheng was lucky to survive—the bullet stopped just as it was about to penetrate his skull, getting stuck firmly in the bone.

However, this does not mean that he was blessed with good fortune and escaped death.

This was just a cruel joke played on him by the King of Hell, allowing him to linger in the world a little longer.

As long as the bullet remains stuck in place, Ding Lisheng could pass away at any moment.

However, removing the bullet is easier said than done. Putting aside the surgical plan, Ding Lisheng's current condition is such that he has just undergone open-chest surgery and suffered severe blood loss. To immediately perform craniotomy would be too much for even an iron man.

Furthermore, regarding the surgical plan—the bullet's tail end was almost level with the bone, making it nearly impossible to remove it from the tail.

Then, how about cutting the bone and the bullet off together, around the bullet? That should be fine, right?

If the bullet hadn't been pressed directly against a cerebral artery, it might have been a possible solution.

But that's the problem—the bullet is completely immobile right now, not even the slightest vibration.

With the slightest movement, the sharp tip of the bullet could sever an artery, killing Ding Lisheng instantly.

This bullet is now truly difficult to remove, yet equally difficult to leave unremoved.

If we take it, how should we do it? If we don't take it, are we just going to watch Ding Lisheng die?

This is quite an interesting case.

The experts finally perked up and began discussing the deadly dark shadow on the film.

"I think we should cut the scalp from the outside of the bullet to expose more of the tail, then use pliers to clamp the tail and forcefully pull it out!" A trauma specialist spoke first.

"The exposed part of the tail is so tiny, it can't support any weight at all," another expert immediately questioned.

"That's right, it could backfire and push the bullet deeper if you try to clamp it," another expert chimed in.

"In my opinion, clamping isn't the best approach. It would be better to cut around the bullet and separate the bullet and bone entirely from the brain. This way, the bullet remains intact while the problem is solved—a win-win situation," another expert offered.

Someone immediately countered, "Isn't that inappropriate? A chainsaw is needed for cutting; what if it accidentally hits a bullet and causes an explosion?"

"Leaving aside the probability of an explosion, the cutting process itself is a blind operation. The brain is bound to be shaken, and the bullet just happens to be aimed at the brain tissue and blood vessels. What if it causes massive bleeding?" Another expert echoed the question.

"Yes, yes, let's hear what Dean Zhou has to say—Dean Zhou hasn't offered his insights yet." Someone changed the subject.

"Yes, yes, Dean Zhou, look—"

The other experts also quickly changed their tune, showering him with flattery.

Every book has a protagonist; and every meeting has a leader.

It seems that the mastermind is not Gu Feng, but the bespectacled man named Zhou Guodong.

Zhou Guodong remained seated, and after the flattery and sycophancy had been going on for a while, he slowly stood up, reached out and turned the head of the expert next to him—Director Li—pointing to the spot that corresponded to the location where Ding Lisheng had been shot, and casually began to speak.

"Colleagues, since you insist on asking me, I'll explain. Surgery in this location carries extremely high risks. Whether it's clamping or cutting, tissue damage or patient injury is inevitable..."

He pointed and poked at Director Li's head for a while, then paused and blurted out an even lame joke: "Director Li, how long has it been since you washed your hair?"

Director Li was so embarrassed that his face turned bright red. He didn't know how to answer. He had just washed his hair last night, and a very pretty girl had washed it for him, washing both his big and small heads together.

No one laughed at Zhou Guodong's joke. He didn't seem to find it boring, and continued, "My method is conservative and simple. Use a freeze gun to gently press against the end of the bullet. Why do this? When a bullet is fired, it's a very hot object. The freeze gun will cool it down quickly. You've all studied physics; you naturally understand the principle of thermal expansion and contraction. Once the bullet cools, it will inevitably contract to some extent. Then, use a pressurized vacuum suction device to firmly hold it in place, applying negative pressure—I believe the bullet will be easily sucked out."

"Ah—great idea!" As soon as the words were spoken, everyone exclaimed in exaggerated amazement.

Even Dean Peng had to secretly admire this surgical plan: it was simple, effective, and did not damage the tissue; it was practically perfect.

Zhou Guodong took in the stunned reactions of everyone, his vanity greatly satisfied, and said with increasing smugness, "Surgery is inanimate, but people are alive. We have an old saying—can a living person be killed by holding their pee? As long as you put your heart into it, there's no problem that can't be solved."

This statement is not without philosophical merit.

Gu Feng, however, had a different opinion. Although he was new to Western medicine and knew very little about surgery, he had his own thoughts on this particular surgery.

"Ladies and gentlemen, I have a different opinion, and I wonder if I could share it with you?"

As everyone was enthusiastically flattering Zhou Guodong, they were suddenly interrupted. Turning around, they saw a clueless young man in his early twenties who wasn't even wearing a white coat. They immediately scoffed and responded with sneers and disdain.

"Dean Peng, isn't this a consultation with specialists? How come all these random people are getting involved?"

One expert, extremely dissatisfied, confronted Dean Peng.

The reason he didn't directly reprimand Gu Feng was because he felt that the kid didn't even have the right to ask him to teach him a lesson.

"Exactly! Look at this mess!"

"Get him out of here right now!"

The other experts also began to give Dean Peng a cold shoulder.

Dean Peng's face flushed red and then turned pale, extremely embarrassed. He glared at Gu Feng and cursed inwardly: "Kid, I called you here to broaden your horizons, but who told you to be so tactless? In front of these bodhisattvas who we finally managed to invite, what right do you have to speak?"

But he still smiled apologetically and said to everyone, "Uh, everyone, I'm sorry, he's an employee of our hospital, currently on a training assignment abroad. He's certainly talented, but he's a bit young and doesn't quite know the rules, so please don't take offense." As he spoke, he secretly winked at Gu Feng, signaling him to leave quickly.

It's a universally accepted, unquestionable truth that young doctors are worthless. But even if they're worthless, they shouldn't be denied even the right to speak up, right?

Gu Feng's anger was burning to the extreme.

But Dean Peng held his hand tightly and kept trying to stop him with his eyes, telling him to keep quiet.

"Hehe, young people, they want to get ahead, everyone can understand that feeling." Zhou Guodong laughed, and slowly began to lecture Gu Feng, "However, it's good for young people to be ambitious, but they must know their own limitations. They need to know what to say in what situation. They need to carefully consider whether they have the right to speak. Dean Peng—I think your talent pool isn't that great. You know so little and you want to act as a representative? You don't know the times, you don't know what's important. Even if you're a talent, you're just a limited company."

Gu Feng was even more puzzled after hearing this.

He just wanted to offer a suggestion, what did he do to deserve this? Why is this damn bespectacled guy targeting me? Is it because I touched his chair earlier?

But just as he was about to explode, Zhou Guodong's next words forced him to suppress his anger.

The rogue doctor, Zhou Guodong, smiled faintly, his words ostensibly directed at Gu Feng, but subtly aimed at Dean Peng: "Young comrade, don't be offended if I teach you a lesson. You really have no right to speak here. And don't be like your dean—when the drill in your hand is clearly not working, you still insist on taking on the job."

Upon hearing this, an awkward silence fell over the entire room.

It was an open secret within the circle that Zhou Guodong and Dean Peng had a grudge, but no one truly knew the reason behind it. Gu Feng, however, understood everything now—this guy wasn't after him at all; he was after Dean Peng.

But even though he understood, the fire in his heart burned even brighter: If you want to target him, go after him, why use me as a pawn for no reason?

"Haha, this surgery is a bit tricky, everyone's on edge. I was just joking to lighten the mood—Dean Peng, you don't mind, do you?"

Zhou Guodong added with a smile, but the look in his eyes as he stared at Dean Peng was full of blatant provocation.

Dean Peng's face was extremely embarrassed, but his composure was always remarkable—otherwise, how could he have climbed all the way to his current position? He still managed to force a smile: "Hehe, not at all, not at all. This case is indeed very difficult. Vice Dean Zhou's jokes are always so interesting."

"Not at all, not at all. No matter how interesting it is, it can't compare to Dean Peng's interestingness," Zhou Guodong replied modestly.

"You guys are all quite interesting, alright!" Gu Feng finally couldn't hold back any longer and spoke up again.

It's true what they say—you can fight each other openly and secretly, even to the point of death or the end of time, it's all up to you, but why use me as cannon fodder?

"Hehe, judging from your tone, you don't seem quite convinced." Zhou Guodong, relying on his seniority, started to argue with Gu Feng relentlessly. After saying this, he put on a very magnanimous face and said casually, "Alright, what suggestions do you have? Tell me."

Gu Feng shut his mouth, too lazy to utter another word.

Because of Zhou Guodong's condescending expression and tone, it was as if he were being given charity.

Seeing that Gu Feng had nothing more to say, everyone let out disdainful sneers.

"Alright, since this young comrade has nothing to say, let's proceed with the surgery." Zhou Guodong laughed triumphantly, but as they reached the door, he turned back and said to Gu Feng with a half-smile, "By the way, young comrade, opportunities to observe and learn like this are rare. Why don't you come along and learn as well?"

Since his transmigration, when had the ancient official ever suffered such humiliation? Yet, with a level of forbearance that ordinary people could not endure, he managed to suppress it.

Because right now is clearly not the time to compete.

Ding Lisheng was on the verge of death, waiting for these people to save him.

Furthermore, Ding Hanhan was holding his hand tightly, her eyes full of pleading—begging him not to have a fit.

In this situation, what could Gu Feng say? He could only swallow his anger and silently follow behind the others towards the operating room.

Seeing this, Zhou Guodong laughed even more triumphantly. His noisy laughter echoed through the corridor from time to time.

Gu Feng's brows furrowed even more as he listened to the laughter.

The reason he came along was not because he really wanted to learn anything from this manic guy, but because he was afraid that these people would mess around and end up killing Ding Lisheng.

Zhou Guodong is an absolutely renowned name in Shenzhen's medical community.

Just like the top hostess at a nightclub—she's arrogant, commands high appearance fees, and is exceptionally good at her job.

In a situation where everyone is completely clueless, he managed to come up with a surgical plan that everyone considers a brilliant idea. He certainly has reason to be proud.

However, as the advisor often said, confidence is a good thing, but arrogance is troublesome.