A miraculous doctor descended from the heavens.

Sure enough, upon hearing this, Old He flew into a rage and roared, "You—"

But as soon as he uttered the word "you," he couldn't help but recall what the woman had just said.

What if my loud commotion really affected the doctors inside who were trying to save my precious granddaughter's life? So after stammering "you" for a while, I couldn't get to the bottom of it.

After a long while, Old He glared at the woman with strange eyes, then suddenly lowered his voice and asked in a deep voice, "Who are you?"

"I'm the sister of the doctor inside who's trying to save your granddaughter. I rushed here as soon as I heard about the accident. My brother can't drive, so I brought him here." The woman spoke calmly and respectfully.

This woman was none other than Su Man'er.

Sister Su is truly remarkable; she is indeed a woman who is just as capable as any man.

Among so many high-ranking officials and dignitaries present, not a single one dared to step forward and offer advice, but she, on the other hand, dared to be angry and speak out.

Although her voice was a little low, she was right and didn't care how loud she spoke; she was actually reprimanding the old man to his face with complete confidence.

Actually... if Su Man'er had known the old man's true identity earlier, she would never have dared to utter a sound even if she were beaten to death.

After hearing her words, Old He looked her up and down a few more times, and his expression softened slightly.

But to expect him to apologize? That's absolutely wishful thinking.

Instead of apologizing, he snapped at Su Man'er, "Where's your tissue?!"

Su Man'er felt both angry and amused.

The old man clearly knew he was wrong, but he was still speaking harshly.

She really wanted to give him her signature eye roll and show him what a bad attitude he was.

But then she thought, the man is so old, and his granddaughter is inside, her life hanging in the balance. She couldn't fully understand his feelings, but she could at least imagine them.

Putting herself in her shoes, if it were Gu Feng lying inside, she would be incredibly anxious.

Thinking of this, her heart softened, and she took out a tissue and handed it to him, even softly comforting him, "Don't worry, my brother's medical skills are amazing. He can cure most illnesses with his medicine. He has cured many of my friends."

Hearing this, Old He didn't feel much comforted. He really wanted to ask: Your brother can cure ordinary illnesses, but can he bring the dead back to life?

But he didn't dare ask.

Subconsciously, he didn't want to shatter that already extremely slim hope.

I just received a call saying that my granddaughter had drowned and her heart had stopped beating for almost an hour. Old He was just a hair's breadth away from going with his granddaughter.

He couldn't die in peace without seeing his granddaughter one last time.

So even with only the very last glimmer of hope, he forced himself to endure the pain and rushed to the hospital.

Time passed by, second by second.

More than two hours have passed since Miss He's family arrived.

The light above the operating room door was still on, proving that the rescue operation was still ongoing.

There were many people waiting in the corridor, some sitting, some standing, some squatting, at least several dozen people.

But it was eerily quiet; not a single person uttered a sound, and the atmosphere was both stifling and oppressive.

Among these people, there is not a single idle person; they are all very busy.

Several hours passed, and no matter how many times the phone rang or how urgent the matter was, no one dared to leave first.

If the Mao family was one they were unwilling to offend, then the He family was even more untouchable.

Right now, some people are already regretting their overflowing sympathy and joining in sending Miss He to the hospital; but those who regret it even more are those who let vanity get the better of them and went to attend this rich person's birthday party.

Now I'm stuck in this awkward situation, unable to leave or stay. I'm caught up in it all and can't escape the consequences.

Three hours later, the operating room door finally opened.

Dean Peng came out first, followed by Peng Liangpei, who was supporting Gu Feng. But the light on the operating room door was not off, and as soon as they came out, the door was immediately closed again—clearly, the surgery was not over yet.

Miss He's family members swarmed around her. The middle-aged woman, who had been constantly weeping, rushed to speak: "Doctor, doctor, how is my daughter?"

"Thanks to the all-out efforts of our medical staff, the young lady's life has finally been saved. However, she is still in a critical period and her condition is not yet stable," Dean Peng said with a sigh of relief as he took off his mask.

The news caused a stir not only among the He family but also among everyone in the corridor. Even Peng Wanxian, whose emotions were filled with complex feelings, showed a look of relief.

"Gu Feng! Gu Feng! What's wrong?"

Su Man'er immediately noticed that Gu Feng, who looked pale and haggard, was being helped out, and rushed over to him.

To others, the life or death of the eldest daughter of the He family is of paramount importance, because it directly affects the fate of dozens of people!

But in Su Man'er's heart, even a hundred noble He family young ladies could not compare to Gu Feng.

Because her fate was tied to only this one man.

"Sister Su, don't be nervous. Gu Feng is just exhausted from rescuing patients. He'll be fine after some rest and recuperation."

Peng Jingpei couldn't really explain exactly how much effort Gu Feng had put in, so she could only give this general explanation.

"Yes, Xiao Su, we are so grateful that Gu Feng arrived in time this time, otherwise the consequences would have been dire..." Dean Peng said, but then suddenly realized that there were so many people present, and that it was not appropriate for him, as the dean, to say such things.

Although he wanted to promote Gu Feng, the Municipal People's Hospital was a team, and the time was not right. It was not appropriate to let Gu Feng stand out so much, after all, he was still just a medical student.

Although Dean Peng didn't finish speaking, everyone present understood what he meant—if this young man hadn't arrived in time, Miss He might not have been saved.

Thinking about this, some of the people present felt fortunate, but most felt ashamed.

When Mao Renxin stopped Gu Feng from going in, they were all just watching from the sidelines, doing nothing.

Perhaps at this moment they resented Mao Renxin because his unreasonable obstruction almost led Miss He to the brink of death; but at the time, they actually agreed with Mao Renxin's actions—how useful could such a young doctor, whose pubic hair was barely grown, be? Going in would only cause trouble for those veteran experts.

But now, the results have clearly shown them a very simple truth that everyone understands: you can't judge a book by its cover.

Thinking of this, those who had been eagerly watching Mao Ren's new jokes all felt their faces burning, as if they had been slapped hard across the face.

Dean Peng's words told them that the young man was not going in to cause trouble, but to save lives.

He not only saved Miss He's life, but also saved them from countless troubles and problems they were about to face.

If Miss He were to unfortunately pass away, the He family would be furious, and no one at today's party would be able to have a good life again.

Hearing that his granddaughter had been saved, Old He's tightly furrowed brows finally relaxed a little. With that heavy weight lifted from his heart, he then noticed Dean Peng's last words and the pale-faced young man.

At the same time, he realized that this young man was the younger brother of the woman who had scolded him and handed him a tissue.

He was filled with gratitude for the young man who had saved his granddaughter's life, but when he looked at Gu Feng, his words took a different turn: "Hey, young man, you've only been holding a small scalpel and standing for a few hours, and you're already panting and half-dead? You're too delicate! Back in my day, I, Old He, wielded a big machete and fought the enemy for three days and three nights straight, getting countless wounds, and after the fight, I was still drinking, eating meat, and singing songs..."

"Hey old man, I'm so tired right now. Can I listen to your story another day when I'm feeling better?" Gu Feng said listlessly, using Su Man'er's signature eye roll.

Old He was immediately embarrassed by his sharp retort. His expression, which had just improved slightly, turned ugly again, but he couldn't retaliate, so he could only grunt, "So delicate!"

Gu Feng gave a wry smile, no longer in the mood to pay attention to him. He let Peng Liangpei and Su Man'er support him on either side as they went to the special ward that Dean Peng had arranged for him to rest.