A miraculous doctor descended from the heavens.

After hanging up the phone, Gu Feng had no more interest in thinking about how this matter would end.

Right now, there is only one thing that matters most—to snatch Ye Peng, who is on the verge of death, back from the brink of death.

He glanced up and saw Chu Xinran driving behind the traffic at a leisurely pace. His anger flared up instantly, and he unleashed it all on her!

"Chu Xinran, what the hell are you dawdling for? Hurry up and overtake her!"

Upon hearing this, Chu Xinran nearly fainted from feeling so wronged.

She knew, of course, that every second she was fighting against death, and she had already made ample preparations for speeding violations, penalties, and point deductions.

But now it's rush hour, and the entire road is completely jammed with cars in all directions.

With this kind of terrible road condition, how could she possibly speed up if she wanted to?

She was filled with grievances, but didn't want to explain a single word.

At this critical juncture, Gu Feng is acting like a madman. How could he possibly listen to her explanations? He'd be better off focusing his energy on the road ahead and figuring out how to overtake.

Gu Feng was furious, but Chu Xinran was even angrier.

Gu Feng dared to vent his anger on her, but she only dared to vent it on the accelerator and horn—holding the horn tightly with one hand, turning the steering wheel wildly with the other, and frantically alternating between the accelerator and brake pedals with her foot.

Provoked by Gu Feng, Chu Xinran unleashed her fury, driving her car wildly and drifting on Shenzhen Avenue, just like Ding Hanhan back then.

Strangely enough, the traffic police in Shenzhen reacted even faster than the police officers.

Gu Feng and his group fought for nearly ten minutes at the entrance of Shenzhen University, but not a single police officer showed up; however, Chu Xinran had only been racing recklessly for a few minutes when the wailing sirens of police cars began to sound behind her car.

Actually... in truth, it can only be blamed on Chu Xinran's bad luck; one could even say she's been having the worst luck lately.

A few days ago, I didn't do anything to anyone, and suddenly I got a hemorrhoid. Not only did it cause me a lot of trouble, but it also made me lose face in front of others.

I was finally feeling a bit better today, and it was my first day back at school, but then I got stuck being someone's driver.

After being law-abiding for so long, he finally decided to take a risk, only to run into traffic police officers who were on patrol to check for speeding, overloading, crossing the line, and drunk driving.

Her car had just started to accelerate when it was spotted by the traffic police waiting at the intersection.

"Guangdong license plate number BXT***, Guangdong license plate number BXT***, please pull over immediately for inspection!" The police car behind blared its loudspeaker, issuing repeated stern warnings.

"What should we do?" Chu Xinran's palms began to sweat, but she kept her eyes fixed on the front, her pace undiminished. Although she didn't name names, everyone understood that she was asking about Gu Feng.

"Human life is at stake, who cares about anything else! Ignore him, speed up!" Gu Feng ignored the police car blaring behind him.

"You surnamed Gu, have you thought this through? If my driver's license is revoked, you will be fully responsible!" Chu Xinran gritted her teeth, her voice extremely gloomy.

"I've thought it through! I can't care about anything else now! I just want to save my senior brother! He took the knife for me, and I can't just watch him die in front of me! If you can't drive anymore, I'll hire a driver for you for life!" Gu Feng almost shouted.

"Fine! You said it yourself!"

Chu Xinran was deeply struck by Gu Feng's fearless and ruthless spirit, and at the same time, she was also somewhat shocked by the brotherhood she couldn't understand at the moment.

She gritted her teeth, steeled her resolve, and disregarded all rules. She floored the accelerator, swung the steering wheel wildly, and the car, like a mad snake, darted left and right erratically on the busy Shenzhen Avenue.

Strangely enough, the sirens and wailing of the police sirens chased after them all the way, as if they were there specifically to clear a path for Chu Xinran.

The cars ahead, hearing the sirens and alarms from afar, instinctively began to swerve to the sides.

As a result, Chu Xinran's already excellent driving skills became even more adept.

Although the journey was fraught with danger, and they narrowly escaped death several times.

The city's People's Hospital, which normally takes at least half an hour to reach, was reached safely in just fifteen minutes thanks to her frantic, almost reckless driving.

Before the car had even come to a complete stop, the emergency doctors, who were already pushing the stretcher, rushed out of the hospital.

On the way, Peng Liangpei had already called her father, Dean Peng, to quickly explain the situation, and the hospital had made preparations as quickly as possible.

Gu Feng and Li Xiaolan, who had calmed down a bit, hurriedly lifted the barely alive Ye Peng onto the lathe and rushed him toward the emergency operating room.

Chu Xinran stood in front of the car, her hands covering her head, panting heavily as she endured the questioning from the police who had finally caught up with her.

If she hadn't introduced herself the moment she looked up, she probably would have been handcuffed on the spot.

In the emergency operating room, Gu Feng, Peng Liangpei, Liu Xiaohui, an ICU doctor who was temporarily transferred by Dean Peng, and three nurses were all gathered under the operating lights.

Dean Peng had no choice but to bring in Liu Xiaohui to perform this surgery.

He originally wanted to select several experienced senior experts to preside over the operation, but when they heard about the patient's current condition and the location and extent of the stab wound, they all claimed that they were too busy with their work to take over the surgery.

Dean Peng knew perfectly well that they were convinced there was absolutely no hope for the surgery, and that's why they were making excuses to postpone it.

Finally, to Dean Peng's utter surprise, Dr. Liu Xiaohui from the ICU ward, upon hearing the news, took the initiative to approach him and volunteered to perform the surgery with Gu Feng.

Regardless of Dr. Liu Xiaohui's motives, his courage in recommending himself deeply moved Dean Peng.

As he left the dean's office, Dean Peng made an exception and personally saw him to the door, patting him heavily on the shoulder: "Xiao Liu, do a good job. You and Gu Feng are the doctors I have the most faith in. The fate of our city's People's Hospital rests on your shoulders!"

Liu Xiaohui simply nodded, said nothing more, and turned to go to the operating room to prepare.

At this moment, Ye Peng was placed on the operating table. Liu Xiaohui's gaze fell on the long knife still deeply embedded in his body, and his brows furrowed involuntarily.

At this moment, he finally understood why those senior doctors refused the surgery without hesitation as soon as they heard about the patient's condition.

The long knife was inserted diagonally into the center of the patient's left chest cavity, near the heart, and exited through the lower back.

Regardless of whether the kidneys are damaged, the heart and lungs, the two most vital organs in the human body, must have already suffered severe damage.

Lung damage might be treatable with removal and repair; but what about the heart? Once the heart is punctured, it is often an instant death.

But why is this patient still miraculously showing signs of life? This truly baffled Liu Xiaohui.

Even so, the fact that the patient is still alive does not mean that the surgery will be any easier.

Based on the angle and depth of the stab, it is highly likely that the knife entered through the left ventricle and exited through the right atrium.

If the knife is pulled out rashly, the two gaps in the heart will instantly become two bloody wounds.

The pressure inside the heart is immense; if the knife is pulled out, blood will gush out from between the two openings.

By then, due to massive blood loss, the doctor would not have time to perform any repairs, and the patient would die.

Of course, heart surgery is not the only option.

If there is enough time and conditions are met, and extracorporeal circulation can be established, then heart repair surgery can still be performed.

The problem is that the patient is in such a critical condition that even maintaining this last breath is extremely difficult, let alone having any time left.

To put it more bluntly—he could leave at any time.

Seeing the patient's hopeless condition, Liu Xiaohui couldn't help but shake his head slightly. A deep sigh escaped his lips—this patient was probably destined for the end.