A miraculous doctor descended from the heavens.

No one expected that the last hall master would be Tyrannosaurus, the famously loyal hall master of the Lion Hall who was fiercely loyal to Ding Lisheng.

Since the establishment of the Yihe Gang, he followed Ding Lisheng in building his empire when he was just over ten years old, fighting his way up to where he is today.

During one of the shootouts, he even saved Ding Lisheng's life. Within the Yihe Gang, he was undoubtedly a veteran figure who had conquered considerable territory and made countless contributions to the gang over the years.

The hall masters were surprised that the last person was Tyrannosaurus Rex, and even more surprised by his composure.

From the start of the meeting until the moment he suddenly jumped up, he remained remarkably calm, and no one could discern anything from his expression or demeanor.

Unfortunately, he couldn't hold back in the end and confessed without being asked.

However, it is truly remarkable that the Tyrannosaurus Rex was able to hold out until this moment before unleashing its power.

If it were any other gang leader, after witnessing these bloody scenes, they would probably have already turned themselves in.

"The Yi He gang is known for its fighting prowess, and its four members are known for their cunning and ruthlessness." This saying is indeed true. Everyone in the Yi He gang is skilled in fighting and killing. Even Ding Lisheng earned his reputation with just his fists and a large cleaver.

Although Tyrannosaurus Rex had been hit in the leg by Gu Feng's needle, it was still fighting desperately.

For a short time, the four henchmen, who were wary of him, were unable to subdue him.

Tonight's show is full of exciting moments, and with the chaos that's brewing, the scene is even more lively.

However, while some people enjoy this spectacle, others cannot bear to watch it.

"Uncle Jiang, Uncle Jiang, what's wrong?" A cry of alarm suddenly rang out. Everyone looked in the direction of the voice and saw that among the several respected uncles, the youngest, Uncle Jiang, was clutching his chest, his face turning purple, and he had collapsed.

The Yihe Gang has been stable for many years, and these old guys who brought Ding Lisheng into the business have long been used to a peaceful and uneventful life.

Who would have thought that Yihe would run into trouble one after another recently, especially tonight, when four very influential hall masters were implicated.

Uncle Jiang's heart, which was weakening day by day, finally gave way and he collapsed.

The hall masters all stood up and crowded around to check on Uncle Jiang, then started calling out to him all at once.

"Oh my god, Uncle Jiang seems to have stopped breathing!"

"He's dead! Uncle Jiang is dead!"

"He's not dead, he's still breathing, just a little bit!"

"Call 120 immediately and get an ambulance!"

"What's the use of an ambulance arriving? By the time they get there, all they can do is collect the body!"

"What should we do then?"

"You're asking me? Who am I supposed to ask?"

The fighting over there hadn't ended, and now this place was in complete chaos. Tonight's Yihe Gang meeting was truly unprecedented in its scale and liveliness, no less than the grand investiture of prime ministers in six kingdoms.

Seeing Ding Hanhan's pale face, standing there looking extremely lost and helpless, Gu Feng walked over with a pang of heartache and took her hand, only to find that her hand was frighteningly cold.

Seeing the pleading look in her eyes, he nodded and said softly, "Don't be afraid, I'm here."

Ding Hanhan nodded vigorously.

At this point, she had no one else to rely on but him.

Gu Feng released her hand, stepped forward, and shouted at the hall masters who were tightly surrounding Uncle Jiang, "What's the panic? Get out of my way!"

The angry shout was like a thunderclap. The hall masters who were talking all at once but had no way to do anything about Uncle Jiang immediately and consciously made way for him.

In the middle of the crowd, Uncle Jiang was being held by someone and lying on the ground, silent and motionless, as if he had really died.

Gu Feng quickly stepped forward and reached out to check his breath—there was still a breath left, but it was as good as nothing.

Upon further examination of the pulse, it was found to be so weak as to be almost imperceptible, indicating that the person's vital signs were nearly zero.

Gu Feng dared not be careless and immediately began to examine him. After looking, touching, tapping, and listening, he found that Uncle Jiang's hands and feet were ice-cold, his face was purple and his lips were cyanotic, and his breathing was weak.

Seeing him suddenly faint and fall to the ground unconscious, and recalling the lingering smell of paint in the murky air when he first entered the conference room, Gu Feng had a flash of inspiration.

Looking up, I saw that all the doors and windows of the conference room were tightly closed, and the air conditioning was not on. I immediately understood what was going on.

"Lay him flat!" Gu Feng reached out and pushed away the man who was holding Uncle Jiang, letting Uncle Jiang lie flat on the ground. He then yanked open the collar of the shirt that was tightly tied around Uncle Jiang's neck and loosened his belt, saying at the same time, "Quickly open all the windows."

This is a sudden blockage or depletion of Qi and blood, resulting in disordered organ function and an imbalance of Yin and Yang. This acute condition comes on suddenly and violently; any delay can have dire consequences.

Gu Feng carefully took out the needle box from his pocket, but his hand holding the silver needles trembled slightly.

There is only one acupuncture technique that can be used to treat this acute condition.

This acupuncture must quickly and effectively balance the disordered Yin and Yang.

Whether Uncle Jiang can be brought back to life depends entirely on whether this acupuncture can regulate the balance of Yin and Yang, and save Yin and restrain Yang.

Gu Feng had only seen his master demonstrate the technique and secrets of this acupuncture once.

Although he had barely memorized it at the time, he never had the chance to put it into practice. Now, as he was taking the risk, he had absolutely no confidence in his ability to succeed.

This is like gambling with dice; one, two, and three are low, four, five, and six are high, so the odds are 50/50.

"It's too late to get him to the hospital. He'll die immediately if we don't save him, and even if we do, he might not survive." Given the gravity of the situation, Gu Feng dared not take any risks on his own. He looked up at his advisor and Ding Hanhan, seeking their opinions.

"Help!" the two said in unison, their voices ringing out firmly.

They had great confidence in Gu Feng's medical skills. If even he wasn't confident, then sending him to the hospital would only lead to certain death.

Gu Feng nodded solemnly, then swiftly inserted needles, piercing the philtrum, and picking major acupoints such as Neiguan and Yongquan, intermittently twisting them. He then switched to moxibustion, adding acupoints such as Qihai, Qizhong, and Guanyuan.

Although it was the first time Gu Feng had used this acupuncture emergency treatment method, he was absolutely unsparing in his skills.

His accuracy in identifying acupoints and his mastery of precision are probably unmatched by most people in the world today.

Halfway through inserting the needle, Gu Feng was already covered in sweat and panting heavily.

Doctors dedicate their heart and soul to saving lives.

At the last moment, Gu Feng hesitated. He held the needle, but did not drop it for a long time.

Whether Uncle Jiang lives or dies depends entirely on this last acupoint.

However, this acupoint should not be easily punctured—it is a fatal acupoint on the human body: Zhangmen.

If Baihui (GV20) falls to the ground, Weilu (CV1) will never return home; if Zhangmen (CV14) is struck, nine out of ten will die; if Taiyang (SP2) and Yamen (CV15) are struck, one will surely meet the King of Hell; if the spine is broken and cannot be set, one will die suddenly below the knees.

The Zhangmen acupoint is practically a fatal point. If this acupoint is struck, nine out of ten people will be in mortal danger.

A fatal weakness is like poison; it can kill or save, depending on how you use it.

This final thrust was crucial. Without delay, Gu Feng made up his mind and was about to strike when he heard the fighting continuing over there, the shouts and yells disturbing his peace of mind.

Glancing sideways, I saw that Tyrannosaurus Rex was covered in blood, yet it was still fighting desperately against the Four Heavenly Kings.

One person fighting desperately can withstand ten.

The Tyrannosaurus Rex, already in a state of hysteria and madness, roared incessantly, its wounds growing increasingly severe, yet it still stubbornly resisted.

Gu Feng was annoyed by the noise, but he couldn't blame the Four Heavenly Kings for being cowardly. Tyrannosaurus Rex was indeed quite skilled; even in ancient times, he would be considered a valiant outlaw.

If you can't solve it, then I'll help you solve it. Gu Feng raised his hand, and the silver needle that was originally intended to pierce Uncle Jiang's acupoint shot out with a "whoosh".

Once the silver needles were unleashed, none could rival them. Tyrannosaurus Rex felt a numbness in his shoulder and back, and the hand he had raised to block went limp.

Taking advantage of the situation, the four Vajras launched an attack, throwing punches and kicks at him. After a series of muffled thuds, he was finally knocked to the ground, unable to fight off four opponents, and was tightly bound by the four Vajras.

The advisor has already given instructions that this person must not die, because his case has not been fully investigated yet.

That's why the Four Heavenly Kings were somewhat hesitant and timid when they took action.

With Gu Feng's help, they finally managed to take the man down.

The world was finally quiet. Gu Feng then calmed his mind, channeled his inner energy, took out a silver needle, and slowly inserted it into Uncle Jiang's Zhangmen acupoint.

This injection, at best, has no effect; at worst, it can be fatal.

Uncle Jiang's life hangs on the line between lightness and heaviness.

Finding this point is a thousand times, ten thousand times harder than finding a woman's.

Time seemed to stand still.

Everyone present stared intently at the silver needle in Gu Feng's hand, not daring to breathe, as if afraid of disturbing Uncle Jiang's sleep—it would be a good thing to wake someone up, but the worst thing would be to scare someone to death.

A heavy sigh followed by a fit of coughing.

Everyone saw Uncle Jiang exhale and slowly wake up.

Ancient medical techniques were so miraculous that they were astonishing.

Everyone witnessed a miracle.

When Uncle Jiang collapsed just now, everyone thought that his time was up and that there would be no other outcome but death.

Unexpectedly, in the blink of an eye, the person miraculously came back to life thanks to a tiny silver needle from this eccentric son-in-law.

"Young master, are you performing magic?" All the hall masters wanted to ask this, if it were at another time or in another place.

Regardless of whether Gu Feng was performing magic or not, everyone present was stunned, or rather, completely stunned.

In their eyes, the ability to kill is nothing special. Any one of the hall masters present has the guts and the ability to kill. But there isn't a single person who can both kill and save lives.

Their son-in-law possesses both the potential of a demon and the methods of a god—this is truly awe-inspiring.