A miraculous doctor descended from the heavens.

Before removing the bullet deep in his thigh, Gu Feng suddenly beckoned to the beautiful nurse and abruptly asked, "Nurse, what's your name?"

Everyone was stunned again.

What time is it? You still have the leisure to pick up girls?

Ding Hanhan didn't react much, only glancing at the nurse indifferently, remaining silent.

However, the reason she had no objection was not because she was broad-minded enough to tolerate Gu Feng leading other ships to her dock, but because she felt she understood him.

At this critical juncture, Gu Feng would never have the leisure to flirt with other women, perhaps because of something else.

Actually, Ding Hanhan overestimated Gu Feng's abilities; he was merely trying to calm himself down during the stressful surgery.

The pretty nurse blushed instantly at the question and whispered, "My name is Liu Shiya."

"A good name..." Gu Feng was pondering what words to use to praise the name when his gaze inadvertently fell on Ding Hanhan's face, which was already turning frosty. He changed the subject, "Uh, Nurse Shiya, I'd like to ask you to cooperate with me for this surgery, is that alright?"

"Am I... okay?" Liu Shiya wasn't sure.

She was just a newly arrived intern nurse. In such a major operation, the head nurse felt that the only thing she could do was help the doctor put on surgical gowns, wipe sweat, and do the work of a maid.

"Okay." Gu Feng nodded to her very seriously.

"Well... okay then," Liu Shiya reluctantly agreed.

Although she believed she had excellent professional skills, she couldn't help but feel anxious and uncertain—it's inevitable for a girl to have this kind of mentality when she's going into battle for the first time.

You little pervert, you little slut.

The other two nurses present secretly cursed Gu Feng and Liu Shiya for their flirtatious exchanges.

"Nurse Shiya, could you please bring me a large surgical gown?" Gu Feng had completely taken this place as his own territory and didn't care at all about the surprised and strange looks from others.

"Okay." Liu Shiya obediently went to get a large surgical gown, even though she had no idea what it was for.

"Open it up, lift it up." Gu Feng looked at her gently.

Liu Shiya obediently did as she was told, striking a pose that resembled hanging out bed sheets.

Gu Feng nodded in satisfaction, then ignored her and turned to look at Ding Lisheng lying on the operating table.

Liu Shiya's expression changed slightly, and she inwardly groaned: "If you're going to have surgery, then have surgery. Why are you making me hold this thing up for no reason? Boss, this position is tiring! Could it be... God, have I run into a pervert? He's so young and already likes to torment people like this, what will he be like when he's older?"

"Hang in there." Gu Feng didn't turn around, but as if he had eyes in the back of his head, he whispered a word.

"Okay." Liu Shiya blushed again, but for some reason, she obediently agreed.

Gu Feng had already pondered the bullet lodged deep in Ding Lisheng's thigh while others in the conference room were still debating the skull-shaped bullet, and he had already devised a countermeasure in his mind.

Just as Liu Shiya raised her surgical gown high, he immediately began to act—in the eyes of onlookers, he didn't even look before starting.

Surgery, in its general sense, is a technique that uses instruments to manually relieve patients' pain.

However, Gu Feng's surgery was pollution-free, all-natural, and entirely handmade, without relying on any instruments.

"Heh—" Gu Feng suddenly let out a soft shout, and with both hands outstretched, his fingers moved like the wind, quickly tapping around Ding Lisheng's shot-injured thigh several times.

With a flick of his finger, he suddenly lowered himself and disappeared under Liu Shiya's raised surgical gown.

With a muffled "plop," just as everyone was puzzled, there was a sound as if something blocked in a water pipe was suddenly gushed out.

At the same time, everyone miraculously saw a burst of blood erupt from the bloody hole at the entrance of Ding Lisheng's trajectory—like a water pipe suddenly bursting, with the accumulated water shooting out.

But the jet of blood only sprayed for a moment before it stopped abruptly, as if someone was guarding the main valve and immediately shut it off upon seeing the pipe burst. Before the spray of blood could even land, everyone heard a sharp "clang" as something hit the ground.

Immediately afterwards, a torrent of blood rained down, splattering the doctors standing near Ding Lisheng with blood all over their faces and bodies.

The only exception was Gu Feng, who was huddled under his surgical gown, facing Liu Shiya directly.

It turned out that this guy had foreseen the possibility of spitting blood, and in order to avoid being splashed directly, he asked Liu Shiya to raise her robe to block it.

But what exactly happened?

Why would Ding Lisheng's wound bleed for no reason?

What was that thing that just fell to the ground?

"Ah—a bullet?" A sharp-eyed doctor quickly spotted the object that had fallen to the ground with a "thud" and bent down to pick it up with tweezers.

Everyone looked up and froze in shock—what the doctor was holding with tweezers was a golden bullet stained bright red with blood.

Good heavens, what on earth is going on?

Such a bizarre situation left not only the mediocre doctors, but also the self-important and arrogant trauma specialists completely bewildered.

While everyone in the room stared in disbelief, Gu Feng remained hidden inside the surgical gown held high by Liu Shiya.

The posture made it seem as if he were being held in the arms of this beautiful nurse.

"Doctor, it's...it's all better..." Liu Shiya stammered, her face flushed, as she spoke to Gu Feng, who was standing close to her, staring intently at her.

"Oh, oh!" Gu Feng finally came to his senses and quickly crawled out from under his surgical gown.

Seeing that Ding Lisheng's wound was still slowly bleeding, he subconsciously wanted to clean and suture it. But when he saw the curved forceps with suture needles in the tray next to him, he remembered that he had not yet learned how to suture.

He scratched his head somewhat sheepishly and said to the doctors who were still staring blankly into space, "Could someone please help treat this wound?"

Upon hearing this, the doctors suddenly realized what was happening.

Without needing any further instructions, everyone gathered around with remarkable understanding and began to finish up.

With the bullet removed, cleaning and suturing the wound would be a piece of cake for anyone present.

"Doctor, what... what's going on? How could the bullet have ejected by itself?"

Among the group of experts, one person finally couldn't hold back any longer and, regardless of whether others would laugh at his ignorance, hurriedly stepped forward to ask Gu Feng for advice.

Gu Feng said calmly, "People are all forced into things. Blood is the same."

The group of experts were completely baffled: What is all this about?

Seeing the blank expressions on everyone's faces, Gu Feng was too lazy to explain anymore—he figured they wouldn't understand anyway.

He simply smiled faintly, then turned and walked out with a dignified yet understated air.

Pulse diagnosis is the essence of traditional Chinese medicine.

The pulse diagnosis, however, is a hidden secret. Two fingers, brimming with true energy, use an uncanny technique to instantly raise the pressure of all the blood vessels in that area to their maximum.

Where the bullet entered, countless blood vessels, large and small, were severed.

Gu Feng used acupressure to cause the pressure inside these blood vessels to suddenly surge, and blood naturally gushed out from the broken ends, forming a tremendous force that forced the bullet out.

The experts stared blankly as Gu Feng's tall and aloof figure slowly disappeared, their faces filled with complex and strange expressions.

Who would have thought that a clueless young man who didn't even have the right to speak at the expert meeting, and who didn't even know whether he was a doctor or a student, would give them such a profound, bizarre, and superb surgical lesson?

At this moment, Zhou Guodong is no longer the focus of everyone's attention.

His terrible idea was utterly insignificant compared to the astonishing and miraculous medical skills of the other party.