Warning! A hidden dragon has emerged!

The phone hangs up.

Lin Guozhong looked around at everyone with a fearful expression, finally fixing his gaze on Qin Quan, and said with an awkward smile:

"Master Qin, please don't take offense. I had to speak to Zhong Jiaming in this tone just now to keep him calm. I meant no disrespect to you whatsoever!"

"It's alright."

Qin Quan waved his hand dismissively, his gaze sharp as a knife.

"Which hospital and which department is he in?"

"Jincheng People's Hospital, Orthopedics Department"

Lin Guozhong quickly responded.

"Walk."

Qin Quan said no more, turned to Lin Wanrou and gave her a few words of advice, then quickly left with Lin Guozhong.

……

at the same time.

Jincheng People's Hospital.

The entrance to the orthopedic operating room.

Just as Zhong Jiaming hung up the phone, a nurse rushed over, breathless, and said:

"Dr. Chung, the hospital director requests that you consult with the thoracic surgery department."

"Who has such a big reputation that they need me to personally diagnose them?"

Zhong Jiaming looked disdainful and muttered curses under his breath.

"It's that mysterious patient, Tang Feng, who was brought in the day before yesterday."

The nurse responded quickly.

"He's still alive?"

Zhong Jiaming pursed his lips. Although unwilling, he dared not disobey the dean's order and slowly walked towards the thoracic surgery department.

When he stepped into the thoracic surgery consultation room, he was instantly stunned by the scene before him and froze on the spot.

The huge consultation room was already packed with people. All the chief physicians from all departments of Jincheng Hospital were present, and even the old leaders and former presidents of the hospital's eight major departments were sitting there with solemn expressions.

"This kid's got quite a background..."

Zhong Jiaming was secretly alarmed. He quietly found a spot to stand and wait to see what would happen.

"Is everyone here?"

"Everyone's here!"

"Let's begin then."

The old dean slowly stood up and personally presided over the meeting.

"Patient Tang Feng, male, 29 years old, has four broken ribs, a damaged spleen, and radiation wounds on his chest, back, waist, legs, and abdomen. His left lung lobe has been pierced by a bone spur. The first surgery has been completed, but the patient is still in critical condition. The higher command has ordered that we spare no effort to save him. You are all renowned doctors in Jincheng. Please share your opinions on how to treat this condition. The hospital will do its utmost to allocate the necessary resources and manpower."

"Dean!"

Tang Feng's attending physician, Qi Huan, the head of thoracic surgery, immediately stood up and pointed to the injury report on the large screen, saying:

"The patient's injuries are too severe; a joint operation involving seven departments, including general surgery, neurology, anesthesiology, and orthopedics, is necessary!"

"Are you crazy?!"

A doctor immediately retorted, "Surgical operations at the same time would be too much for the patients to handle, given the scale of the trauma!"

"You have to bear it, even if you can't!"

Qi Huan slammed his hand on the table, pointed at the other person, and angrily rebuked:

"Look at his injuries! Every single one is potentially fatal. Are you planning to perform seven surgeries without simultaneous operations? Don't even talk about him surviving; he'll probably be dead before even three are completed. Use your pig brain and think carefully: is it better to have simultaneous surgeries to try and give him a chance of survival, or to delay and certain death?"

The entire room fell silent instantly; you could hear a pin drop.

Qi Huan was telling the truth; Tang Feng's injuries were in increasing danger with every second of delay.

"Since the surgeries are to be performed simultaneously, who will be the lead surgeon?"

Zhong Jiaming's eyes lit up, and he squeezed out of the crowd with a smile, a hint of calculation in his eyes.

"This is a matter of life and death, and the surgeon must be highly skilled."

If the surgery is successful, one can become famous and gain both fame and fortune; if the surgery fails, the entire hospital's doctors and the former hospital director will cover for the patient.

It seems like a sure-fire way to make money.

"The patient is in my thoracic surgery department, so naturally I'll be the surgeon!"

Without a second thought, Qi Huan immediately agreed.

"Oh?"

Zhong Jiaming chuckled and said unhurriedly:

"So, you want all the hospital directors to be your assistants, taking the blame for you? If the surgery succeeds, all the credit goes to you; if it fails, everyone shares the responsibility. Qi Huan, you've really got a good plan!"

"you!"

Qi Huan was so angry at Zhong Jiaming's remarks that his face turned red, but he was unable to refute them.

"Stop arguing!"

The old dean surveyed the crowd and asked in a cold voice:

"Does anyone have any objections to having the surgery at the same time?"

"No!"

"Since there isn't one, then Zhong Jiaming will be the lead surgeon, and all medical staff in the hospital will cooperate unconditionally."

The dean made the final decision, surprising everyone.

Everyone knows that Zhong Jiaming is the director of orthopedics, but the old hospital director insisted on having him perform the surgery despite opposition.

Are all these doctors really less capable than one Chung Chia-ming?

No one knew that the old dean had already figured out Zhong Jiaming's background and was even more aware that his medical skills were unmatched in the entire hospital.

However, Chung Chia-ming waved his hand and refused outright.

"I will not treat patients who are not in my department."

"Then transfer Tang Feng to the orthopedics department immediately!"

Without hesitation, the old dean immediately gave the order.

They must save Tang Feng's life at all costs.

The entire audience erupted in uproar; this favoritism was a bit excessive.

Everyone knew the truth, but no one dared to disobey.

The consultation has ended.

Everyone began preparing for the surgery.

Chung Chia-ming, however, ordered the medical staff to take the patient to the orthopedics department first, and then to the operating room.

Just as the bed was being transferred, two middle-aged men in gray robes suddenly pushed open the door of the thoracic surgery ICU ward, barged in aggressively, and shouted:

"Stop! Anyone who dares to lay a finger on my son will have his life!"

The sound was like thunder, deafening.

The medical staff who were preparing to transfer the bed were so shocked by the sound that their eardrums hurt and they were dazed, subconsciously stopping what they were doing.

The visitors were Tang Tian and Tang Kuo.

Tang Tian strode to the bedside, pulled back the blanket, and saw Tang Feng's injured body and barely breathing appearance. His expression changed instantly, and the killing intent in his eyes intensified.

"Qin Quan, you bastard, how dare you lay such a heavy hand on my son! I, Tang Tian, ​​swear I will not rest until I have reduced you to ashes!"

"Sect Master, the Young Master's injuries are serious!"

Tang Kuo whispered a reminder.

Tang Tian forcibly suppressed the anger in his heart, his fingertips tracing Tang Feng's meridians, the more he examined them, the heavier his heart became.

"His dantian is damaged, his true energy is scattered, and his meridians are shattered. Saving him isn't difficult, but he will never have a chance to pursue martial arts again in this lifetime!"

"Damn it, how could they be so ruthless towards the young sect leader? I'll go and kill Qin Quan right now!"

Tang Kuo was furious, his fists clenched, and his killing intent surged.

"stop!"

Tang Tian shouted sternly, "Ren Beizhou was killed by that brat, are you looking for death?"

As he spoke, his tone softened slightly.

"Bring the healing medicine first; saving Feng'er is the most important thing."

"yes!"

Tang Kuo was filled with resentment, but he could only suppress his anger and take out a blue jade bottle from his pocket, respectfully handing it over.

For martial artists, death is not frightening; what is frightening is having their dantian destroyed and their meridians shattered, thus becoming a cripple and losing all chance to pursue martial arts.

The Tang Clan is a reclusive and powerful sect.

In the era of cold weapons, their hidden weapons were unparalleled, and their secret poisons were incurable.

With the prevalence of modern firearms, the Tang Clan keeps pace with the times, not only owning its own industries in the secular world, but also controlling two major commercial aerospace companies.

They are knowledgeable about everything from small items like iron spoons and kitchen knives to large items like airplanes and missiles.

Even the most common pesticides, such as dichlorvos and herbicides, are actually controlled by the Tang Clan.

Tang Tian took the jade bottle, poured out a bright red pill, and carefully fed it to Tang Feng.

Immediately, with his hands flying, he used the Tang Clan's unique skill, the Dislocating Bone and Tendon Hand, combined with the power of the elixir, to set Tang Feng's bones and restore his meridians.