A miraculous doctor descended from the heavens.

Gu Feng's house has never been this lively before.

When Mayu Benyi and Youcai entered the door, he was so busy that he didn't even have time to go to the toilet, let alone go out to greet them.

There were about twenty people sitting haphazardly in the living room, all with bruises and cuts on their faces, groaning in pain.

At first glance, it didn't look like entering a private residence, but rather like breaking into an emergency room.

Lying on the table in the side room was a man covered in blood, his shirt torn in half, revealing his muscular body, with a gaping wound running from his chest down to his ribs.

Gu Feng was cleaning and stitching up his wound, sweating profusely, while He Qiaoqing kept wiping his sweat, and Shi Yurou was busy handing him this and that.

Mayu Benyi and Youcai were dumbfounded, but felt somewhat relieved—Gu Feng wasn't deliberately neglecting them; he genuinely couldn't get away.

It turns out that these were all members of the Yihe Gang, and the leader was Fourth Brother, who is now the deputy leader of the Blood Ant Hall.

This afternoon, a group of them were loitering around the border when they happened to bump into members of the Huilong Society sneaking into the border.

When enemies meet, their eyes blaze with hatred; they don't bother with words, they just start fighting.

The Yi-Ho Gang is known for its fighting prowess. Although the other side outnumbered them, they still managed to beat them badly.

But then the other side got impatient and pulled out a gun, so Fourth Brother stopped chasing them and let them get away.

Once guns are used, things get serious.

Once the police intervened, the anti-triad unit immediately went to the Ding family.

The injured younger brother was too afraid to be taken to a big hospital, and the small clinic couldn't treat him.

Having no other choice, Ding Hanhan had to send everyone to Gu Feng's place.

When Gu Feng received Ding Hanhan's call, he had just picked up He Qiaoqing and was on his way home.

He was initially reluctant to take on the case after hearing that there were so many seriously injured patients.

It's not that I'm worried about the consultation fee, it's just that I'm a little intimidated.

He's good at treating sprains and fractures, but for things like lacerations and cuts, he needs knives and scissors, which is precisely what he's least skilled at.

Ding Hanhan kept encouraging him on the phone: "What are you afraid of? You'd have to run into this sooner or later. Now's a good time to practice. Besides, no one else can treat them right now except you. Just treat them with confidence and courage. I'll take responsibility if anything goes wrong. I'll send the people and equipment over to you. Treat it like an experiment!"

Since it was inconvenient to send the injured person to the hospital, and Ding Hanhan had said so, what was there for Gu Feng to hesitate about? He rolled up his sleeves when he got home and began to show off his skills.

I'm tired of the usual tinkering in lab classes; I'm just waiting for something real.

He's already processed the eighth one.

With increasing skill and speed, he began to sew.

The stitched wound looks like a centipede to outsiders, but professionals would give it a thumbs up—this doesn't look like a medical student who has only studied for a few months.

Mayumoto and Ayase stood by, stunned.

It took a while for Youcai to come to her senses. She quickly found a pair of gloves, put them on, and went forward to help.

Whether it's currying favor with Gu Feng or just practicing, this is an opportunity.

When Gu Feng saw her arrive, he smiled apologetically, but his hands didn't stop moving.

Rapeseed didn't stand on ceremony; it nodded to him and began to help.

One man, three women.

One doctor and three nurses.

Wandering around in the not-so-spacious side hall, some physical contact is inevitable.

Gu Feng appeared serious on the surface, but inside he was ecstatic.

Especially if you accidentally bump into someone, you feel a strange mix of emotions at that moment.

Having become a doctor to this extent, Gu Feng is truly glad he didn't choose the wrong profession.

An hour passed, and one by one, the wounded, their skin torn and bleeding, were carried up and then carried down.

In the end, only seven or eight people were left with fractures, dislocations, sprains, and strains.

Gu Feng was most skilled at these tasks. He didn't need scalpels, scissors, or tweezers; they were all less effective than his own two hands.

A henchman with a dislocated shoulder was helped over, his face pale, brows furrowed, clearly in considerable pain. But he didn't forget his manners, greeting Gu Feng with a greeting: "Young Master Feng—"

In the Yihe Gang, apart from Ding Hanhan, everyone else is either called "son-in-law" or "Young Master Feng".

However, when young women are around, they are very good at handling things and usually call him Young Master Feng to avoid ruining his plans.

"Hmm," Gu Feng replied casually, his tone quite friendly. "What's your name?"

"Young Master Feng, I am called Pi Lao." Pi Lao was in his thirties, but being called "little brother" made him feel like he had received a great honor. He winced in pain but still forced a smile.

"Where are you hurt?" Gu Feng asked.

"My arm, my whole hand, I can't lift it up. I can't use any strength at all. It hurts and is swollen," Pi Lao said with a bitter face.

"Let me see." Gu Feng held his arms with both hands.

The touch made Pi Lao gasp in pain, but he stubbornly refused to utter a sound, showing a certain amount of toughness.

Gu Feng gently shook his arm as he chatted casually, "Hey Pi Lao, what do you usually do for fun?"

Pi Lao thought he would ask about the injury, but instead the conversation turned to idle chatter. He groaned inwardly, but honestly replied, "Young Master Feng, I'm not married yet. When I'm off work, I like to have a couple of drinks and sing karaoke."

Gu Feng nodded: "Then you'll definitely have to get together with friends, right? Judging from your build, you should be able to hold your liquor pretty well."

Upon hearing this, Pi Lao perked up and was about to boast about how much he could drink when Gu Feng suddenly tightened his grip, pulled and pushed, and a crisp "crack" was heard.

Pi Lao screamed "Ah—!" his face turned pale.

The three women nearby were startled: What happened? Was his hand broken again?