A miraculous doctor descended from the heavens.

The image reader displays an X-ray of the scapula.

A bullet, slightly larger than a peanut, was lodged right in the center of the scapular region.

It turned out that Chang Tiejun had been shot. But when Gu Feng saw the location of the bullet, his head also throbbed.

Having learned a great deal about anatomy, he was well aware of how dangerous that area could be.

What are the deep brachial artery, axillary artery, and branches of the common carotid artery? What are the long thoracic nerve, ulnar nerve, and intercostal nerve? The blood vessels and nerves are intertwined and crisscrossed.

Performing surgery to remove a bullet in such a place carries the risk of accidentally severing an artery or damaging a nerve root, with potentially irreversible consequences.

Although removing the bullet was tricky, the experts were all seasoned surgeons, and under normal circumstances, anyone could remove the bullet within an hour.

But the current problem is not with the surgery at all.

The lateral radiograph shows that the bullet entered from the chest, penetrated the muscle layer, and became firmly embedded in the scapular fossa, deeply buried among layers of muscles, nerves, and blood vessels.

To remove it, it must be peeled back layer by layer, which inevitably leads to bleeding, making blood transfusions an unavoidable hurdle.

However, before this, Chang Tiejun had already lost a lot of blood.

If supplies cannot be replenished in time, no one will dare to make that fatal blow.

The problem lies in the word "blood transfusion".

Chang Tiejun has Rh-negative blood.

This term may be familiar to some people, but may be completely unfamiliar to others.

Simply put, the Rh blood type was discovered by scientists such as Lanssteiner in 1940 when they conducted experiments on gibberish monkeys, and its name is derived from the first two letters of the gibberish monkey's foreign name.

Those whose red blood cells carry this Rh antigen are called Rh positive; those that do not are Rh negative.

As a result, the original four blood types of humans, A, B, O, and AB, were further divided into Yin and Yang categories.

People with Rh-negative blood are extremely rare; you might only find one in 100,000.

Chang Tiejun happens to be the rarest Rh-negative AB type.

As a result, the difficulty of this surgery increased dramatically, to the point that even the experts in front of them were completely flustered.

After listening to Director Sun, who wore glasses, finish speaking, Gu Feng was also completely bewildered.

Although he had practiced surgery with Yan Xinyue quite a bit, most of it was in the laboratory handling animal specimens.

He hadn't actually participated in many real-life combat scenarios, and was already a novice. When he encountered such a deadly and difficult situation, he was completely bewildered.

Seeing that Gu Feng hadn't made a sound for a long time, the experts assumed that the young man was scared out of his wits, so they ignored him and gathered around the reader to discuss the matter again.

"Dean Zhao, how about this—we'll ligate a few major arteries first, stopping the local blood flow, and then we'll perform the surgery. Wouldn't that bypass the blood transfusion hurdle?" the bespectacled Director Sun said to the bald Dean Zhao.

Dean Zhao frowned and asked, "Director Sun, after ligating the blood vessels, how long do you estimate it will take to remove the bullet?"

"Judging from this location, it will take at least forty minutes," Director Sun said with a wry smile.

"If the surrounding tissues are not supplied with blood and oxygen for forty minutes, not only will the muscles die, but it may also induce kidney failure. This method will not work." A short, stout expert next to him immediately shook his head in rejection.

Several experts started discussing the proposals, one after another, only to have them rejected one after another.

Just as the argument was reaching a fever pitch, Gu Feng, the minor character who had long been forgotten, suddenly interjected, "If the front doesn't work, then... could we try the back?"

"Huh?!" Upon hearing this, everyone in the room was shocked.

Gu Feng calmly stepped forward, gesturing for the bespectacled Director Sun to "step aside," and pointed to the X-ray, saying, "The bullet entered through the front of the chest, passed through the muscle layer, and got stuck in the deepest part of the scapular fossa, hidden among a dense network of blood vessels and nerves. Operating from the front would require peeling back layer by layer, and the bleeding would be uncontrollable. But what if we operate from the back? The back is mostly shoulder and back muscles, with far fewer nerves and blood vessels. We can simply open the muscle layer, expose the scapula, and cut a small piece of bone along the edge of the bullet, and it'll be removed, right?"

After hearing these words, the group of experts were all frozen in place, unable to recover for a long time.

What seemed like an insurmountable and almost unsolvable problem to them was, in the mouths of young people who were old enough to be their sons, a piece of cake with no difficulty whatsoever.

This left the experts and professors present feeling as if a general store had been overturned.

"Hmm... well, who said that? It seems to make some sense." Dean Zhao, who had the thickest skin, was the first to come to his senses.

"Exactly, how come we didn't think of such a simple method?" Director Sun with glasses quickly chimed in.

They were so fixated on the "start from the chest" approach that they never considered going around to the back. Everyone looked at Gu Feng, their eyes filled with surprise, admiration, and a hint of barely concealed sourness.

Gu Feng didn't say anything more, but thought to himself: If you can all figure this out, what's the point of having someone like me?

The surgical plan was quickly finalized after a group of experts added their own interpretations.

Conservatively estimated, the total blood loss during the entire surgery would be no more than 50 to 100 milliliters, so there would be no need for a blood transfusion.

With everything in place, they didn't care about the east wind (referring to a favorable wind or a strong wind), and after a discussion, the experts decided to launch the show immediately.

Although the plan was proposed by Gu Feng, he still had no say in the matter in front of the senior members of the class.

Fortunately, no one kicked him out. Instead, they let him stay and observe—after all, he was a junior, so they had to give him a chance to learn.

Gu Feng didn't pick and choose, and stood obediently to the side, watching the group of experts take the stage to perform.

You know what, an expert is an expert after all. Although their minds aren't the fastest, they really have some skills.

The surgeon was Dean Zhao, who was slightly balding on top and looked a little pale.

He landed a knife on Chang Tiejun's shoulder, the cut being just five centimeters deep.

Despite his poor eyesight, Director Sun, the bespectacled frog, was quite efficient in his work. He picked up the high-frequency electrosurgical unit and quickly peeled away the muscle layer.

Several old men fiddled with it for a while, and soon the shoulder blades were exposed.

The bullet that had entered through the chest and lodged in the bone cavity also shyly peeked out a little.

Although it was only one line, it was enough for several experts to pinpoint the exact location.

Once the location is determined, the next task is to cut the bone.

Cut off the small piece of bone covering the bullet, sew it up a bit, and you're done.

Even if you count everything, it might not take more than twenty minutes.

But just as they were cutting the bone, an accident happened.