A miraculous doctor descended from the heavens.

Just when everyone had completely despaired and was about to call Old Li at the morgue to collect the body, Liu Xiaohui, who had been silent all along, suddenly let out a very soft "Eh."

Everyone hurriedly followed his gaze and saw that he was staring intently at the knife wound on the patient's chest.

Although blood was still oozing from the wound, the amount of blood was far less than anyone had expected.

Then I turned my head sharply to look at the electrocardiogram monitor—those vital signs that had plummeted to rock bottom, after dropping to a certain extremely dangerous value, miraculously stopped their downward trend, and then, little by little, began to rise again, eventually climbing back to their original levels.

Although the curve is not very smooth, it clearly shows a signal: this person is one step away from death.

"Dr. Liu, what are you waiting for! Hurry up!" Gu Feng shouted in a low voice.

"oh oh!"

Liu Xiaohui snapped out of his daze. Despite his many doubts, he dared not delay any longer. He immediately focused his mind and began to establish extracorporeal circulation to start the heart surgery.

In everyone's eyes, Gu Feng's silver needle technique was simply miraculous—he managed to control the patient's blood circulation, preventing the fatal high-pressure gushing from occurring the moment the dagger was withdrawn from the heart, thus rewriting a tragic ending.

But at this moment, in Gu Feng's eyes, the scalpel in Liu Xiaohui's hand was truly magical.

The thin blade was held firmly between Liu Xiaohui's fingers, and then a standard to near-perfect cut was made in the center of Ye Peng's sternum, from slightly below the sternal notch to about five centimeters below the xiphoid process.

When the incision was fully revealed, Gu Feng found the lines inexplicably pleasing to the eye;

Peng Jingpei couldn't help but secretly praise it as perfect—such a standard incision could be applied to heart surgery in almost any part of the body.

Liu Xiaohui truly deserves to be called the most skilled doctor among those born in the 1980s at the Municipal People's Hospital.

Just now, Gu Feng's needlework was extremely elegant. Although it was as fast as lightning, it was like a skillful embroiderer carefully embroidering her most prized masterpiece. Every move was graceful and unrestrained.

But Liu Xiaohui's actions at the moment resembled those of a rough butcher. He used a scalpel, then switched to an electrocautery, cutting along the midline of the sternum to open the periosteum, separating the sternal notch down to the back of the sternum, and then dissecting the xiphoid process and separating the retrosternal space.

After removing the xiphoid process, the sternum was longitudinally cut along the midline using a pneumatic electric saw. The periosteum was electrocoagulated for hemostasis, and the sternum was treated with bone wax for hemostasis...

No more, no less, exactly thirty minutes. Liu Xiaohui smoothly established extracorporeal circulation and began the formal heart repair surgery.

Gu Feng just stared blankly until he saw him repair the damaged heart little by little, and then he slowly came back to his senses.

At this moment, he suddenly understood Chu Hanliang's feelings back then—at this moment, he also wanted to sincerely say to Liu Xiaohui: Doctor Liu, may I become your apprentice?

With the heart problem resolved, Ye Peng's life was finally snatched back from the brink of death thanks to the combined efforts of Gu Feng and Liu Xiaohui.

The work that followed was much easier for Liu Xiaohui and his assistant, who handled it with ease. Gu Feng, who could no longer get a hand in the task, watched this rare scene intently like a humble student.

The entire surgery, from start to finish, took a full two hours. But when Ye Peng was wheeled out of the operating room and transferred to the ICU, Gu Feng was still somewhat reluctant to leave.

While ancient Chinese medicine is indeed remarkable, modern Western medicine is equally impressive. Today's integration of traditional Chinese and Western medicine is truly a groundbreaking achievement.

"Alright, Dr. Gu. The surgery is complete, and your classmate is out of danger for now." Liu Xiaohui removed his mask, his gaze fixed intently on Gu Feng. "Now, could you answer my question? When you pulled out the knife, why was there no pressure in his heart, unlike a normal person's blood gushing out?"

Gu Feng thought Liu Xiaohui's skills were incredible, and Liu Xiaohui also felt that Gu Feng was the truly amazing one.

"Well, it's nothing special." Gu Feng smiled and explained, "The moment my senior brother was stabbed, I preemptively sealed several vital acupoints on his body."

"Acupoints?" Liu Xiaohui's eyes widened in surprise. Although he knew that Gu Feng was known for his expertise in traditional Chinese medicine, hearing him actually utter the words "acupoints" still felt mysterious and unfathomable, as if he were completely bewildered.

Seeing his expression, Gu Feng was truly at a loss for words. You don't even know what acupoints are, how am I supposed to explain it in detail? But this guy was also the real benefactor who saved his senior brother's life, so not explaining would seem too unkind.

He had no choice but to bite the bullet and say as vaguely as possible, "Yes. After I sealed several of his vital points, his physical strength—what we now call metabolism—will slow down significantly, and his blood flow will also decrease, which will relatively reduce the blood loss after his heart was stabbed."

"I see. No wonder his knife wound was so severe. When he entered the hospital, his vital signs were alarmingly low, but they remained relatively stable." Liu Xiaohui suddenly understood, then smiled apologetically. "Sorry to interrupt you, Dr. Gu, please continue. What about those silver needles?"

"Those silver needles are for further controlling his metabolism. In fact, the silver needles prepared today are still not enough. If I had three thousand, I could put him into a state of suspended animation."

"Huh?" Liu Xiaohui was immediately dumbfounded, frozen on the spot like a clay statue. To be able to put an injured person into a state of suspended animation with just ordinary silver needles—what an earth-shattering breakthrough in the history of medicine.

Seeing his astonished expression, Gu Feng felt a little embarrassed and touched his nose: "Actually, my little tricks are nothing compared to my master. My master can put someone into a state of suspended animation with just a few dozen needles."

"Ah!" Liu Xiaohui's mouth was agape. If someone were to stuff five eggs into his mouth right now, it would be no problem at all.

"Alright, Dr. Liu. I really have to thank you this time for helping me so much." Gu Feng stood up, subconsciously wanting to clasp his hands in a gesture of respect, but he realized his mistake halfway through and instead extended his hand straight out. He's a modern man now, he should be more modern; using that old-fashioned approach would be inappropriate.

Liu Xiaohui readily extended his hand and shook it firmly with him, saying with a smile, "Dr. Gu, you're too kind. I look forward to working with you again next time."

"It's a deal." After Gu Feng finished speaking, he walked out of the operating room side by side with him.

Dean Peng, who had been waiting outside, greeted Gu Feng and Liu Xiaohui with a beaming smile as soon as they emerged: "Gu Feng, Xiao Liu, that surgery was performed beautifully. I've had the entire procedure recorded and am preparing to send it to the International Medical Association to apply for an award on your behalf." Gu Feng and Liu Xiaohui exchanged a glance and simply smiled noncommittally. Reputation is never a bad thing for anyone.

"Xiao Liu, you've worked hard all day, go and rest first." Dean Peng patted Liu Xiaohui on the shoulder.

"Okay." Liu Xiaohui nodded, then turned and left with his assistant and nurse. He said he was going to rest, but with a new patient who had just come off the operating table and been transferred to the ICU, and a mountain of things to deal with, he couldn't really rest.

"Gu Feng, Liang Pei, come with me." As soon as Liu Xiaohui walked away, Dean Peng's expression darkened slightly, and he took the lead and walked forward.

Gu Feng and Peng Liangpei had no choice but to follow behind.

Gu Feng couldn't help but wonder: Logically speaking, the advisor should have arrived by now, so why is there not a trace of him? And Li Xiaolan, that guy's injuries are not light either, where did he go now?

Full of suspicion, I followed Dean Peng into the dean's office. When I looked up, I saw the clerk, Li Xiaolan whose wounds had been bandaged, as well as Yang Xiaochen, Chu Tiannan, Cen Jingpeng, and Erxi, all of whom were present.

At this moment, they were staring intently at the large screen in the office—the screen was displaying the scene from the operating room where Gu Feng had just been.