A miraculous doctor descended from the heavens.

Upon entering the operating room, Gu Feng immediately spotted Ding Lisheng—pale-faced, breathing weakly, lying pitifully on the operating table.

He was covered in tubes, and on the electrocardiogram monitor, his vital signs had dropped to the lowest value. The faint, slow arc on the monitor looked like it could straighten out at any moment.

The warning signal was beeping incessantly: "Beep—beep—beep—"

Several doctors in the operating room were busy treating the wound in his chest where the bullet had been removed; they were now in the final stages of treatment.

However, with two bullets lodged in his thigh and skull, no one dared to challenge him.

Upon seeing her father's appearance, Ding Hanhan immediately lost control and lunged at him.

Fortunately, Gu Feng reacted quickly and grabbed her, preventing the situation from escalating into chaos.

Going onto the operating table was like a young woman getting married for the first time!

Zhou Guodong, however, was a seasoned veteran, so as soon as he stepped inside, he spread his hands with great poise, waiting for someone to help him put on his clothes and tie his belt.

The nurse was only a fraction of a second slow to react before he yelled at her, "Are you new here? Don't you even know this basic etiquette!"

The nurse was indeed new, but she knew the rules to some extent.

With so many people rushing in all at once, all of them so arrogant, she couldn't tell who was the main person and who was the secondary one. So she naturally put on the surgical gown for Dean Peng first, leaving Zhou Guodong, who was standing there with his hands outstretched, standing there.

He was only delayed for about ten seconds, and he got scolded for no reason.

Looking at the nurse's aggrieved appearance, Gu Feng sighed inwardly: Well, another cannon fodder in the Peng-Zhou battle.

We are both wanderers in this world, why should we need to have known each other before?

He looked up and took a closer look, and was slightly taken aback—he really did recognize this nurse.

Isn't this the super beautiful woman who spoke up for him in the outpatient lobby that day, but it didn't do anything to him?

Gu Feng was the last one to put on his surgical gown.

Although she had never worn such clothes before, there had already been so many examples shown to him that she was unlikely to make any more of a fool of herself.

"Don't be angry. It's not worth punishing yourself for someone else's mistake," Gu Feng whispered to the beautiful nurse as she tied his belt.

The beautiful nurse paused, a hint of surprise flashing across her face, before quickly recovering and giving him a slight smile.

The embroidered curtain opens with a smile, the hibiscus blossoms open, she leans against the precious duck and kisses her fragrant cheek, her eyes barely move before someone guesses her thoughts.

Gu Feng stared at her charming smile, his expression momentarily frozen—this woman was already beautiful, but her smile was even more captivating.

It's a pity that Zhou Guodong, who is not at all refined and even wears glasses like others, would criticize someone so indiscriminately. He really doesn't know how to cherish a beautiful woman.

Gu Feng had just put on his surgical gown when Zhou Guodong, who was already acting like a big shot, started gesturing and shouting orders, telling this person to prepare this and that person to move that, making the doctors in the operating room run around in circles.

After all his extremely picky requirements were finally met, he leisurely stepped forward, glanced at the gunshot wound on Ding Lisheng's head, stretched out his hand, and shouted with an imposing aura, "Freeze gun!"

Another nurse, fearing further scolding, quickly handed over the ice gun.

Zhou Guodong took it, pressed the tip of the ice gun against the exposed side edge of the bullet tail, and pulled the trigger to begin the rapid freezing.

A few minutes later, a layer of frost appeared on the tail of the bullet.

Seeing that the time was right, Zhou Guodong stretched out his hand again: "Adsorption unit!"

The nurse quickly handed over the absorber again.

Zhou Guodong pressed one end of the suction device against the bullet's tail before saying in a deep voice, "Suction!"

The doctor operating the negative pressure device immediately adjusted the negative pressure to level one.

Zhou Guodong moved the suction device in his hand slightly, feeling that the bullet had been attracted, and began to pull it outward.

This job, in terms of technical skill, is practically nonexistent.

But everyone couldn't help but secretly admire Zhou Guodong's brilliance—it was such a simple method, devoid of any technical skill, that could possibly solve this extremely difficult surgical problem.

At that moment, everyone thought that the bullet lodged in Ding Lisheng's skull would be easily removed.

Even Dean Peng thought so—although he had suffered some embarrassment, as long as he could successfully save Ding Lisheng's life and make the Ding family owe him a huge favor, it would be worth it all.

However, sometimes, human calculations are no match for fate.

Just like the gap between Dean Peng and Yan Xinyue, there is a huge, insurmountable chasm between theory and practice.

Zhou Guodong naively assumed that he would perfectly complete the bullet removal surgery, which seemed impossible to others but would be a piece of cake for him.

But the result was wrong, and terribly wrong.

The suction device had clearly gripped the bullet tightly, but no matter how he tried to pull it out, the bullet wouldn't budge.

Once, twice, three times... Zhou Guodong tried countless times, almost abandoning the suction device and switching to pliers, but he still couldn't pull it out no matter what he did.

"Increase the pressure!" Zhou Guodong shouted.

The doctor operating the negative pressure device was busy adjusting it on the control panel.

Zhou Guodong tried again, but the bullet remained firmly planted, and his face grew even paler: "Increase the pressure!"

The doctor did as instructed and raised the setting by one level.

Zhou Guodong still couldn't pull it out, and his voice was becoming increasingly frustrated: "Press harder! Press harder! Press harder!"

The doctor glanced at the adjustment setting and said helplessly, "Dean Zhou... it's already at the maximum."

At this point, everyone understood—it wasn't a question of whether the pressure was enough, but rather whether the entire surgical plan was feasible at all.

People are too superstitious about brand names, just like those fans who idolize foreign things and think that a brand means good products and a celebrity means a good person, ignoring the most fundamental point—a fart is a fart.

No matter how you package it, it's still a fart!

"How could this be... It's impossible! My plan is clearly feasible!"

Despite repeated failures, Zhou Guodong still couldn't accept the cold, hard reality before him.

Indeed, the plan is feasible—but only in theory.

Although the experts dared not say it aloud, they all silently answered for him in their hearts.

"Impossible... Absolutely impossible!"

Zhou Guodong gripped the suction device tightly with both hands, as if he were using all his strength to pull it out.

Judging from his posture, he was so angry and frustrated that he had completely lost his temper and reason.

Applying force gently and point-to-point is fine; but pulling with such a bull-like force could easily lead to disaster.

"If I were you, I would never do that."

Gu Feng darted forward and was already close by, staring coldly at Zhou Guodong.

He had been putting up with this arrogant and ignorant guy for a long time.

If Zhou Guodong really insists on going his own way, then Master Gu's fists will no longer be polite to him.

"Who do you think you are! My surgery, when did it become your place to tell me what to do!" Zhou Guodong said angrily.

"That's right, you're more senior than me, and your ideas are better. But it's pathetic to knowingly be wrong and still rely on your seniority to repeat the same mistake," Gu Feng said coldly.

"Get out! Get out of here! This is my surgery! You have no right to interfere!" Zhou Guodong pointed angrily at the door.

But in everyone's eyes, this appearance was no longer as imposing as before, but more like a dog that had been driven to desperation—anyone could see that Dean Zhou was now completely terrified.

Aside from this theoretically feasible but practically disastrous method, he had no backup plan whatsoever.

"Heh." Gu Feng sneered and said calmly, "Since you're not capable of performing this surgery, then stop pretending. Step aside and give way."

"What did you say?" Zhou Guodong glared at him through gritted teeth.

"What, haven't I made myself clear enough? Vice Dean Zhou—you look like you're only in your early thirties, but you're truly old and useless." Gu Feng glanced at him with utter disdain before sneering, "Just to retrieve a bullet, you're calling this and ordering that around, making a huge show of it, but in the end, you're just a showy empty shell, accomplishing nothing. I don't even know what Dean Peng invited you here for—to put on a grand show or to flaunt your power?"

"You! You're capable—you perform this surgery!" Zhou Guodong trembled with rage and slammed the suction device to the ground with a bang.

Dean Peng, who had been watching with great satisfaction, panicked upon hearing these words.

If Zhou Guodong really backs down, he really can't think of anyone else who could perform this incredibly difficult bullet removal surgery.

Let Gu Feng do it? Yes, Gu Feng's medical skills are superb, but that's traditional Chinese medicine.

He's only studied Western medicine for a few days?

Should a traditional Chinese medicine practitioner be allowed to perform brain surgery to remove a bullet?

Isn't this completely unrelated?

"I'll do it, so what?" Gu Feng sneered dismissively, but a hint of a smile, barely perceptible to others, flashed in the corner of his eye.

What he really wanted to say was: "You four-eyed idiot, that's exactly what I've been waiting to hear."

Zhou Guodong was secretly pleased to hear this. In fact, he had already known after the failure of the cryoablation method that he could no longer perform this surgery.

They deliberately provoked this hothead into taking action, but unexpectedly, the fool actually fell for it.

He immediately turned to Dean Peng, pointed at Gu Feng, and shouted, "Hey, hey, hey, Dean Peng, you were there yourself, you heard it with your own ears—he's going to perform this surgery. If anything goes wrong, I won't take any responsibility!"

One was eager to enter the scene, while the other intended to leave, yet both managed to present themselves with such elegant and dignified words. Even this editor can't tell whether it was a misunderstanding or a tacit agreement.