"I want to give Lin Feng a try," Leng Hui said, having thought it through carefully. He made the decision, convinced that his two old comrades wouldn’t joke frivolously about his life. Chen Guisheng had also admitted that Lin Feng’s dical skills certainly surpassed his own. Moreover, it was Lin Feng who had cured ii’s illness. Putting all this together, what else was there to worry about? Even if it really didn’t work out, it would simply an that it was his ti to go, and no one else could be blad.
"Dad, please think this through carefully!" Leng Junsheng had never expected his father to truly consider letting this young man in his twenties treat him. Although he trusted Uncle Ding and Uncle Qian, this was a matter of life and death. How could his father have made such a decision?
"Old Leng, how could you make this decision?" Chen Guisheng was also taken aback by Leng Hui’s words. What was Leng Hui thinking to have a young stranger treat him? If anything went wrong, what would they do? How could he have agreed to this?
"You two stop talking. I’ll tell you sothing—ii’s illness was cured by Lin Feng. I don’t want to say anything more," Leng Hui said, looking at the two people closest to him. He had to say it; otherwise, they would definitely continue to obstruct him.
"What! ii’s illness was cured by Lin Feng?" The couple, Leng Junsheng and his wife, were dumbfounded. They had traveled far and wide to ease their daughter’s pain, but no reputable doctors were able to treat her. They had been in despair and had been too busy lately to visit their daughter. They hadn’t expected that her illness would be cured by Lin Feng—how could they accept this fact?
ii’s illness was treated by Lin Feng? Chen Guisheng’s eyes almost popped out. He simply couldn’t fathom how Lin Feng managed to cure ii. He had personally diagnosed her condition in the past, concluding that it was a constitutional problem beyond treatnt. Yet Lin Feng had sohow cured her. His junior brother’s achievent was astounding—in his role as a senior brother, it was hard to face the fact that the patient he couldn’t treat was cured by Lin Feng.
"I agree to let Lin Feng operate," Chen Guisheng now made up his mind. The old soldier, the old scholar, and the old rogue had been of one heart their entire lives. Now that he was no longer capable of treating the condition, the only hope left was with Lin Feng. Having confird Lin Feng’s practical abilities, he had no reason to obstruct any further.
Deep down, he still harbored so worries. His junior brother’s dical skills were indeed high, but this was a matter concerning Leng Hui’s life and death, absolutely requiring careful triple confirmation.
"Madness, complete madness! A twenty-sothing-year-old is performing the surgery instead of , a renowned Western dical Sacred Hand—you must all be mad!" Li Yi couldn’t believe his eyes when Lin Feng was chosen and even approved by Chen Guisheng. They were going mad, allowing a youngster instead of experienced doctors to operate. Wasn’t this courting death? If Lin Feng had such ability, why would Li Yi bother being a teacher when he could just treat high-ranking officials, gaining both fa and wealth!
"Can you tell , how do you plan to extract it?" Having completely accepted the situation, Chen Guisheng asked for advice like a student. Since he had agreed to let Lin Feng proceed, he was hopeful to understand Lin Feng’s specific thod to be more assured.
"I’ll use a thin needle to directly reach the lesion, and then by controlling the strength of the silver needle, shatter the corroded bullet fragnt at the mont of insertion. The shards will be extracted through the needle," Lin Feng explained his thod in detail. There were no secrets to hide, and he also wanted to reassure them.
"We also thought of using this thod initially, planning a minimally invasive surgery. But the bullet fragnt is too close to the heart, and we couldn’t solve the issue of shattering the bullet. Open chest surgery to remove the bullet was too invasive and ti-consuming," Chen Guisheng explained the original dical plan. It wasn’t that they hadn’t considered it, but the issue of shattering the bullet had troubled them for a long ti. It was too close to the heart to use other equipnt, as it could easily cause cardiac arrest. No matter what, they couldn’t believe that the bullet could be shattered with a silver needle—it just seed impossible.
"Just because others can’t, doesn’t an I can’t. Now do you believe ?" Lin Feng said, picking up a silver needle that he had just used for Leng Hui’s acupuncture, and with a flick of his hand, he embedded it into the wooden bedside table.
How fine are acupuncture silver needles, and how soft is their texture? It was unimaginable that they could be thrust into a tabletop like a steel needle...
In that mont, Chen Guisheng finally believed that Lin Feng was indeed capable of shattering the bullet fragnt that had been lodged in Leng Hui’s chest for decades. This expertise transcended the realms of normal dical practice—certainly not achievable by a normal person. Even with the right thod, it was a feat only Lin Feng could accomplish. No one else could use it even if they learned it. That was his junior brother, who must have received the true teachings of their master; otherwise, he couldn’t possibly perform such a miraculous feat!
The two doctors in the group couldn’t believe the scene before their eyes—they were quite familiar with the silver needle and knew its material well. It’s not easy to insert into human flesh, especially tough muscles, let alone wood. The silver needle wasn’t steel, so how could it penetrate a wooden table? If they hadn’t touched the needle with their own hands, they’d never believe what they were seeing. How on earth did he do it? No wonder he had the confidence to shatter the bullet. They themselves couldn’t achieve this, let alone talk about shattering a bullet.
Ding Yi and Qian Rong, watching from the side, although also surprised that Lin Feng could embed the silver needle into the table, soon ca to terms with it. How could a person who remained unhard under Iron Palm’s hands be ordinary?
Leng Junsheng’s couple and Leng i stared blankly at the silver needle. No one could believe that a soft silver needle could penetrate a table!
Leng Hui looked at the needle, then at the two old comrades smiling and silently watching Lin Feng, feeling all the knots in his heart unraveling. It felt good to be alive and even better if he could see ii’s children!
"Lin Feng, tell what you need to do," Chen Guisheng, although still puzzled by Lin Feng’s identity, was now basically certain that if anyone could cure Leng Hui, it was Lin Feng. On that alone, he was prepared to offer his unwavering support.
"We need an operating room and a few sets of silver needles. You should co with ," Lin Feng motioned for Chen Guisheng to follow him into the operating room. In fact, an operating room wasn’t originally necessary, but considering Leng Hui’s poor health, it was better to be in a sterile environnt where there was no fear of infection. Additionally, the equipnt to remove silver fragnts and long needles were only available there.
"Ah! Okay, okay! I’ll arrange it right away." Hearing Lin Feng invite him to the operating room, Chen Guisheng almost couldn’t react; he had never dread Lin Feng would let him tag along, as so dical techniques were private and not open to just anyone’s eyes. This was an enormous opportunity to closely observe Lin Feng’s techniques and thods, which could vastly improve his own skills.
With that thought, Chen Guisheng rushed out to arrange the operating room, not at all seeming like a 70-year-old, causing everyone to be taken aback. Was this really Chen Guisheng...
"I want to go too. I need to see for myself how this traditional Chinese dicine practitioner performs surgery!" Li Yi said through gritted teeth as he looked at Lin Feng. If traditional Chinese dicine could be used for surgeries, what would be the need for Western dicine? He must be using Western techniques to deceive others; I can’t let him get away with it!
If anything were to go awry during the surgery, then it would be my ti to act. Isn’t this also an opportunity for ? If I can save the officer’s life now, wouldn’t I be making a great achievent? When it cos to Western surgical procedures, I’m not bragging, but there are few in the country who can match . I, Li Yi, have never t my match in an operating room.
No matter what, I’m going to watch closely and see exactly how this young man uses traditional Chinese dicine. If I see that he’s using Western thods, then I’ll have sothing to say about it, and then we’ll see what I have to say!
"Whatever." Lin Feng said indifferently, uttering just two words.
Before long, Leng Hui was wheeled into the operating room, and Chen Guisheng entered with Lin Feng.
"I am going to use acupuncture to block your ridians for pain relief. By the ti you wake up, you’ll be cured," Lin Feng told Leng Hui as he signaled to start imdiately.
"Alright, I’m very confident in you!" Leng Hui looked at the two people in the room, both there to treat his illness, and answered Lin Feng very calmly. He believed that when he opened his eyes again, he would truly be cured.
Lin Feng picked up a box of silver needles and swiftly inserted nine needles into Leng Hui’s body. Leng Hui’s head drooped, and he fell into a deep sleep.
"Lin Feng, what do we do now?" Chen Guisheng asked, opening his mouth. After all, he was there to assist his junior brother. The most important thing was to start treating Leng Hui right away. Curing Leng Hui was the top priority.
"Push that machine over here," Lin Feng instructed without any pretense, gesturing toward a machine in the corner, signaling for Chen Guisheng to bring it over. Then he picked up the silver needles and continued with the acupuncture, having confird the size and shape of the shrapnel thru the needles. As for Li Yi, Lin Feng decided to treat him as if he were thin air.
"All right." Upon hearing Lin Feng’s orders, Chen Guisheng didn’t delay a second, pulling over the designated machine, checking its condition, connecting the power, and waiting outside.
Soon after pinpointing the details of the shrapnel with the needles, Lin Feng pulled a machine for extracting abdominal fluid closer, took out a long, thin aspiration needle from the tray, connected it with the tubing from the machine, and rapidly pierced it into Leng Hui’s chest, startling Chen Guisheng. If he hadn’t known this was his junior brother, he would never have believed such a use of needles was possible.
"When I say ’suck’, press the switch for about one second and then turn it off," Lin Feng commanded Chen Guisheng, then picked up a silver needle and pierced it again.
"Suck," Lin Feng ordered the mont he felt the shrapnel shatter a bit, instructing Chen Guisheng to suction.
Chen Guisheng dared not hesitate, and he did exactly as Lin Feng said, on for a second and then off. To his amazent, he discovered that what was sucked out was not only bloody fluid but also small particles—Lin Feng had indeed shattered the shrapnel and suctioned them out through the tube.
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