A miraculous doctor descended from the heavens.

"Dr. Liu, what should we do now?"

Gu Feng stared intently at Ye Peng, who was clearly breathing more gasping for air than gasping for air on the operating table. His mind was in a complete panic, and in his confusion, he blurted out a question that Peng Liangpei often asked.

Upon hearing this, Liu Xiaohui was truly at a loss for words, not knowing whether to laugh or cry.

You're a doctor, and I'm a doctor too. If you don't know what to do, how would I know?

He remained silent for a moment, then steeled himself and said bluntly, "If it's up to me, the most important thing to do right now is to quickly notify his family so they can come and see him one last time."

"What?!" Gu Feng almost jumped up.

"You're a doctor too, so you naturally know how vital the heart is to the human body. But now, this knife has pierced straight through. Let alone you or me, even if a celestial being were here, I'm afraid it would be useless," Liu Xiaohui said helplessly.

"Is there really no way at all?" Gu Feng's voice was filled with despair.

Liu Xiaohui did not respond further.

He had a vague feeling that Gu Feng's relationship with this patient was more than just ordinary.

If Gu Feng is indeed a "family member," then Liu Xiaohui can naturally understand his feelings at this moment.

"Dr. Liu, isn't it said that modern medicine is so advanced that it can bring the dead back to life and heal the wounded? Are we really just going to stand by and watch him die?" Gu Feng became increasingly agitated and questioned repeatedly.

"Dr. Gu, please calm down." Liu Xiaohui's expression remained indifferent. If it weren't for the fact that Gu Feng was also an employee of this hospital and that they had met once before, he probably would have already stormed off after hearing those words.

"He took that blow for me! He gave his life to save mine! But now, I can't do anything but watch him die... How can I stay calm? How can I stay calm!" Gu Feng was already somewhat incoherent.

"This..." Liu Xiaohui was momentarily at a loss for words. After a long silence, he finally said, "If his injuries weren't so life-threatening, I would naturally have a way to deal with it. But as you can see, he's barely clinging to life and could pass away at any moment. Even if we had the most powerful methods, we wouldn't have time to use them."

"You have a way?" Gu Feng's eyes suddenly lit up, like a drowning man grasping at a last straw, and he urged urgently, "Tell me quickly! What is your way?"

Liu Xiaohui felt even more helpless. It was just an analogy, but Gu Feng took it seriously. But the words were already out, so he could only briefly explain the surgical plan he had originally thought of, which was almost impossible to implement.

After hearing his plan, Gu Feng quickly calmed down. After a moment of silence, he asked in a deep voice, "Dr. Liu, according to you, as long as we can establish extracorporeal circulation for my senior brother, he can be saved?"

"That's right. But the problem is, your senior brother doesn't even have that little bit of time left."

"How long will it take you?"

"It will take at least half an hour."

"So..." Gu Feng fell into deep thought.

"Dr. Gu, please give us the medical orders quickly. This patient probably won't last much longer," Liu Xiaohui urged, watching the rapidly dropping numbers on the electrocardiogram monitor.

"Dr. Liu, are you sure—if my senior brother can live for another half hour, you are confident you can save him?" Gu Feng raised his eyes, his gaze extremely heavy.

"Yes. If he can hold on for another half hour, I am confident that I can complete this heart repair surgery. But..." Liu Xiaohui hesitated.

"But what?"

"But there's something even more critical. To establish extracorporeal circulation, this knife must first be removed. But once the knife is removed, the high-pressure blood in the ventricles will inevitably gush out. At that point, let alone living for another half hour, I'm afraid I won't even last half a minute." Liu Xiaohui's face was full of bitterness.

"Then... what if I could pull out the knife and let him hold on for the next half hour?" Gu Feng stared intently at him.

Upon hearing this, Liu Xiaohui couldn't help but gasp.

He did admire the young man's audacity to some extent—to boast so wildly was quite a feat.

The patient clearly only had one breath left and might die at any moment, yet he still dared to make such a boast. He must have lost his mind or his brain was filled with water.

"Dr. Gu, if you can really do these two things—" Liu Xiaohui looked directly at him and said, word by word, "then I will guarantee with my life that I can definitely save him."

This wasn't Liu Xiaohui boasting.

He had absolute confidence in his surgery.

But that is on the condition that the patient can actually hold on until the extracorporeal circulation is established.

"Alright. Let's take this gamble today—and see if a bicycle can really be turned into a motorcycle." A strange light flashed in Gu Feng's eyes, and his whole face was filled with a resolute excitement.

Liu Xiaohui felt a chill run down his spine: "Dr. Gu, what exactly are you planning to do?"

"Dr. Liu, please go and prepare to establish extracorporeal circulation immediately."

"And what about you?"

"I'll prepare the half hour you need."

"This..." Liu Xiaohui was completely dumbfounded.

How can you prepare the half hour I need?

Can you make time stop?

Or like in some science fiction movie, where the patient is frozen and then thawed after half an hour?

What do you think this is, pork?

This is a living, breathing person!

Despite feeling extremely uneasy and completely unable to figure out what tricks Gu Feng was up to, Liu Xiaohui immediately directed his assistants and nurses to prepare for establishing extracorporeal circulation, while simultaneously administering various emergency measures to Ye Peng—blood transfusion, cardiac support, oxygenation, and infection control…

Once everything was finally ready, Ye Peng's rapidly declining vital signs, thanks to emergency measures, finally showed a slight recovery.

But everyone knows that this is just a temporary measure.

As long as that sharp knife, and the gap it left in his heart, remain unremoved, Ye Peng's life will continue to hang on the edge of that knife.

"Alright, is everything ready?" Gu Feng suddenly spoke, his voice not loud, but carrying a chilling pressure that made people's hearts sink.

"Alright," Liu Xiaohui and the others replied in unison. But a question arose in their hearts at the same time: We're all ready, are you? Are you ready?

"Okay. Wait a moment longer." Gu Feng nodded, then stretched out his hand and shouted, "Scissors!"

Although the nurse didn't know what he was going to do, she still handed him a pair of sharp scissors very quickly.

The moment she handed over the scissors, she was stunned for a moment, then stared wide-eyed in disbelief—this doctor Gu wasn't even wearing the most basic gloves, and his hands were tightly wrapped with strips of cloth already stained with blood.

Gu Feng took the scissors and, without hesitation, quickly cut Ye Peng's clothes.

Before long, Ye Peng had removed all his clothes, leaving him completely naked in front of everyone.

Ye Peng has always been an outstanding young football player. On the green field, he can easily attract the attention of infatuated girls. At this moment, he is lying naked on the stage, and his strong muscles make several nurses present blush.

The one who blushed the most was naturally Peng Liangpei.

In her mind, she couldn't help but carefully compare what she was seeing with what she had personally experienced in the movie theater that day.

Then he realized that the person in front of him was on a completely different level from someone else; to say that he was a nobody compared to a great master would be an understatement.

Looking at the undisguised astonishment on the faces of the nurses, Peng Jingpei felt disdain and secretly curled her lip: "Tch, a bunch of country bumpkins, they've never even seen a snake poop before."

Gu Feng cut open Ye Peng's clothes, then took out a needle box from his pocket, flicked his fingers, and countless silver needles immediately shimmered with a cold white light under the lamp.

He took a deep breath, and with lightning speed and divine precision, he swiftly inserted one large and small silver needle after another into Ye Peng's body.

In the end, except for the area on Ye Peng's chest that had to be reserved for the cardiopulmonary bypass surgery, almost every other part of his body—even the top of his head and the soles of his feet—was densely covered with silver needles.

A rough count revealed that everyone present gasped in shock: the patient had been pricked with at least three hundred needles.

Only after the last silver needle had been inserted did Gu Feng finally let out a long sigh of relief.

Peng Liangpei quickly took out her handkerchief and rushed forward to wipe his sweat.

If she had been any slower, the two nurses next to her, who were already itching to get there, would probably have gotten there first.

Unfortunately, before she could wipe the sweat off Gu Feng's forehead, face, and neck, Gu Feng gently pushed her hand away—the movement was light, but extremely firm.

Peng Liangpei knew in her heart that the moment had come to the most critical point and that she could not afford to make any mistakes. So she dared not be willful anymore and obediently stepped aside, only casting a very gentle "good luck" look at Gu Feng.

Gu Feng nodded slightly to her, then his expression suddenly hardened.

"Ah—" With a gasp, everyone clearly saw that the strangely behaving ancient doctor had actually grasped the hilt of the knife that was stuck straight into the patient's chest with his right hand.

"Dr. Gu!" Liu Xiaohui couldn't help but call out softly, taking two steps forward to try and stop him.

But he could only take two steps before he could no longer move.

Because Gu Feng had firmly pressed one hand against Ye Peng's chest, and with the other hand gripping the hilt of the knife, he slowly and steadily began to draw the knife outward.

In that instant, Liu Xiaohui, like everyone else present, felt as if his heart had been squeezed tightly into his throat.

At that moment, almost everyone's heartbeat stopped.

The operating room was deathly silent. Everyone held their breath, staring intently at Gu Feng's every move and the faintly flickering electrocardiogram monitor.

To everyone else, Gu Feng's actions were nothing short of gambling with his life—a high-stakes gamble with no chance of winning.

To rashly draw a knife without any thorough preparation or measures is tantamount to pushing the patient into the brink of death.

If nothing unexpected happens, the moment the knife is completely pulled out, the high-pressure blood inside his heart will surely gush out.

In just a few seconds, the patient will die cleanly in front of everyone.

The dagger was slowly pulled out, piece by piece. The moment it was finally completely removed, just as everyone had predicted, the vital signs on the electrocardiogram monitor plummeted; and a large amount of bright red blood gushed from the gash in the patient's chest.

This result almost completely shattered the last glimmer of hope in everyone's hearts.

Deep down, everyone still harbored a faint hope—that this Dr. Gu, whose reputation was spread like wildfire throughout the hospital, could truly bring them a miracle.

After witnessing it firsthand, all they could say was: "It's nothing special." If they had to put it more aptly, it would be—"It's utterly chaotic."