A miraculous doctor descended from the heavens.

The experts found the play very entertaining, but little did they know that there were hidden veiled meanings within.

However, they were all convinced of one thing: a surgery that even the top surgeon in Shenzhen couldn't handle, how dare a greenhorn in his early twenties casually take it on?

So everyone crossed their arms, waiting to watch this most ironic farce unfold.

Anyway—even if they really torment the patient to death, it won't affect them at all.

They didn't even leave the field from beginning to end.

Just as everyone was waiting to see Gu Feng make a fool of himself, a resolute voice suddenly rang out: "No, he can't have this surgery."

Gu Feng never expected that the one who would jump out and undermine him at this critical juncture would be Dean Peng, who had always been very optimistic about him.

"Dean, you..." Gu Feng was momentarily stunned.

"Gu Feng, you cannot perform this surgery." Dean Peng's tone left no room for negotiation.

"Why?" Gu Feng was completely puzzled. He had finally managed to seize this opportunity.

You've never even been on the operating table before, how could I let you mess around at a time like this?

If Ding Lisheng is killed by your actions, who will bear the responsibility?

Dean Peng would never say these words in public, so he simply shook his head and said evasively, "Anyway, you just can't do it."

"Hehe, Dean Peng, you're overthinking it. Young people need more opportunities to hone their skills before they can amount to anything," Zhou Guodong chimed in, stirring up trouble as if he didn't want the world to be in chaos.

"No. Absolutely not." Dean Peng simply refused without offering any explanation.

How could he possibly say in front of so many people that the surgery was too risky and that the doctor had absolutely no surgical experience, so he couldn't perform it?

If these words were spoken, wouldn't it be tantamount to slapping oneself in the face?

"Let's go out and work on another surgical plan, and start over," Dean Peng said, before calling everyone to leave temporarily.

"Keep researching, keep researching, and he'll be dead!" Gu Feng shouted, then strode towards Ding Lisheng.

He moved swiftly to the operating table, stretched out his hands, and without caring whether he was wearing gloves or not—one hand pressed down on Ding Lisheng's head, and the other hand extended two fingers to pinch the tiny bit of the bullet's tail protruding, and pulled it out sharply.

"Gu Feng! What are you doing! Stop!" Dean Peng exclaimed in shock.

A gloating smile appeared on Zhou Guodong's face.

However, before the smile could fully bloom, it froze on his face—he clearly heard a "plop" sound, as if something had been suddenly pulled out, coming from Ding Lisheng's head.

Immediately following with a "clang," a metal object fell into the curved disc.

Everyone looked up and were shocked, standing there dumbfounded—the bullet that had fallen into the plate was none other than the one lodged in Ding Lisheng's skull.

It turns out that Gu Feng's two fingers that were holding the bullet's tail just now, seemingly pulling it out in an ordinary way, actually contained the activation of internal force.

The precision, accuracy, and stability of that instantaneous force were such that it neither damaged the skull nor vibrated the brain tissue—how could a mere negative pressure absorber compare?

Let alone an adsorbent, even iron clamps could never exert such a perfectly timed burst of force.

Gu Feng's method was simpler, more direct, and less technically demanding than Zhou Guodong's, yet it worked perfectly on the first try, and the bullet was removed with ease.

However, apart from him, probably no one else in the world can learn this skill.

At this moment, the entire audience was stunned.

No one could have imagined how this young, naive boy managed to do it—without any equipment, he could so easily pinch out a bullet with just two fingers.

It's simply unbelievable.

If you hadn't witnessed it with your own eyes, you would have thought it was a fantasy.

But right now, the truth is laid bare before us, making it hard to believe.

Dean Peng was both surprised and delighted.

This promising talent, whom he had always been optimistic about, truly surprised everyone.

If I had known he was so capable, why would I have bothered to beg and plead to bring these guys here?

Ding Hanhan was overjoyed, and her gaze toward Gu Feng became even brighter.

She kept praising herself for her good taste: such a man, upright, capable, and with a strong backbone, she wouldn't feel wronged at all even if she had to be his concubine.

This is a blessing that others would beg for.

The man I've set my sights on is indeed a fine one.

You certainly have the right to make me willingly submit to you under your wrinkled, cheap-looking trousers.

Ding Hanhan thought to herself, in a silly and naive way, yet also with a sweet and happy feeling.

"Which doctor can help me treat my patient's wound?" Gu Feng asked. Although his tone was calm, there was no hint of bossing him around.

"I'll do it!"

"I'll do it!"

The doctors who had been driven to despair by Zhou Guodong were now willingly, even vying to step forward and help him with the aftermath.

"Okay, then I'll leave it to you all."

Gu Feng nodded to them, but from beginning to end, he didn't look at Zhou Guodong, whose face had turned into a riot of colors, which could be described as "colorful".

Since they've already given you the entire stage to perform on, there's no need to kick a washed-up starlet who's already finished her act.

Moreover, mocking and humiliating someone like Zhou Guodong, who considers himself superior, would be superfluous—such an approach would only make him appear petty and narrow-minded.

Using real skills to prove that you, Grandmaster Zhou, are ignorant, incompetent, and useless, yet still insist on relying on your seniority and acting like a big shot, is more ruthless and resounding than any other approach.

Isn't that right?

No matter how senior you are, how famous you are, or how powerful your background is, what does it matter?

The surgery you couldn't complete despite your best efforts and countless schemes was easily accomplished by a clueless young man who wasn't even qualified to offer advice.

That slap was incredibly hard.

Gu Feng completely regained the face he had lost in the conference room.

Even the loss of face that Dean Peng had suffered was taken back by him as interest.

Logically speaking, Gu Feng should have adopted a high-profile demeanor at this moment, like the legendary "killing one person in ten steps and leaving no trace for a thousand miles," coming in disheveled and leaving in a radiant manner, leaving no trace behind, only a magnificent silhouette, and then leisurely disappearing from everyone's sight.

However, Gu Feng did not leave.

Instead of leaving, it turned and drifted towards another spot where the bullet had not yet been removed.

Is this gentleman not satisfied with the prizes and insists on having a colorful array of them before he's satisfied?

No.

Gu Feng is vain, lecherous, and a scoundrel, but he never plays tricks on any patient.

In the eyes of the ancient official, a patient is a patient, regardless of gender, age, height, weight, wealth, social status, or appearance.

Patients are meant to be treated, not used for showing off.

However, his exceptional medical skills inevitably led him to occasionally shine in the limelight, which was both unavoidable and understandable.

If everyone was stunned by Gu Feng's technique when he removed that bullet, then this next one truly shocked them half to death and made them feel like their souls had flown out of their bodies.

The bullet that pierced Ding Lisheng's leg went extremely deep, the entry point of the trajectory was just a bloody, mangled hole, and only on the X-ray imaging could the depth be barely discerned—the bullet was seen pressing firmly against the artery and nerve plexus of the femur.

Actually, this kind of bullet wound could also be treated using Zhou Guodong's method, by "attracting" it. But instead of inserting a tube to attract it, a magnet would be used.

The problem was that the bullet was made of copper, and magnets and similar things couldn't be used to destroy it.

If we consider another method—using forceps or similar tools to probe into the ballistic entry point—even under X-ray fluoroscopy, there is still a risk of accidentally damaging blood vessels and nerves.

If he is not careful, Ding Lisheng may spend the rest of his life in a wheelchair.

Leaving this bullet is dangerous; taking the risk to retrieve it is even more dangerous.

Fortunately, it does not pose a immediate threat to Ding Lisheng's life, so the doctors plan to address it as a last resort.

But no one could come up with a proper solution. So they could only use this makeshift, temporary measure to deal with the bullets in the skull and chest cavity first.

These doctors who avoid difficult problems first deal with the bullet in the chest cavity, the easiest target—that wound may seem dangerous, even life-threatening at any moment, but it is actually the safest option.

The bullet only passed through the sternum and pleura, and entered the lungs; it did not reach the heart or press on the aorta.

Therefore, upon hearing that experts from major hospitals were on their way to consult, they proceeded with the surgery at a leisurely pace.

They even clung to a sliver of hope: if those experts couldn't even handle the one in the skull, or if something went wrong during the surgery—then they wouldn't have to bother with the one in their leg.

If the patients are all dead, what's the point of removing the bullets?

Right now, these doctors not only admire Gu Feng immensely, but are also deeply grateful to him.

Not only did he remove the deadly bullet from Ding Lisheng's brain, but he also volunteered to move the bullet deep inside their thighs that was causing them so much trouble.

This young and capable handsome guy, however, is unlike Zhou Guodong—he never treats them like slaves or dogs, ordering them around.