Lin Jing lay on the freezing emergency room table like Sleeping Beauty, displaying absolutely no signs of life. The atmosphere was solemn, heavy with a sense of bereavement.
Two nurses were preparing to detach the blood transfusion bags and first-aid equipment.
âHold on!â Huang Xiaolong shouted sternly.
The two nurses were so startled they almost jumped out of their skin. They stopped what they were doing and glanced over uncertainly.
The moment he entered the emergency medical car, Huang Xiaolongâs entire demeanor seemed to grow more awe-inspiring, to the point where he radiated the aura of an incorruptible sage. This gave the middle-aged doctor beside him a moment of shock.
She experienced a sense of dĂŠjĂ vu, as if she were back in the early days of her housemanship, entering the emergency room with her professorâŚ
Song Yuru, Hong Quantao, Zou Shi, as well as the railroad police and plainclothes officers all squeezed into the car as well. Without turning to look at them, Huang Xiaolong ordered coldly, âAll the men, leave now.â
This directive was given in a stern manner that brooked no disobedience, resulting in the men involuntarily retreating outside. Only Song Yuru followed Huang Xiaolong in.
Huang Xiaolong hurried to the emergency room table. He glanced at the cardiac monitor; Lin Jingâs heart had already stopped beating. On feeling for her pulse, there was still a very faint, barely discernible trace of life force, but like a candle in the wind, it might be extinguished at any time.
From the looks of things, Lin Jingâs heart had stopped before emergency procedures could be carried out and the doctor had pronounced her dead before any attempts were made to save her.
Right at this moment, Huang Xiaolongâs pupils suddenly darkened until they were as black as an abyss; within his line of sight, a nebulous human-shaped phantasm was slowly drifting out from Lin Jingâs head and pulling away.
This was her spirit!
As far as matters of the spirit went, the minute Lin Jingâs spirit detached itself from her physical body, it meant that she was truly dead and even a Golden Immortal of the Great Overarching Heaven would not be able to save her!1
Quick as a flash, Huang Xiaolong fished a large crumpled piece of yellow paper from the pocket of his trousers.
To be more precise, it was a large fuzhuan.
Huang Xiaolong took this fuzhuan and immediately plastered it onto Lin Jingâs forehead.
It was a spirit-securing charm!
A dazzling ray of golden light flashed past, following Lin Jingâs departing spirit and forcibly drawing it back into her body.
At the same time, the fuzhuan ignited and began to burn.
âYou⌠What are you doing?â The middle-aged female doctor looked completely at a loss. âAre you a Daoist priest?â
If Huang Xiaolongâs aura were not so otherworldly at that moment, the doctor would have long since flipped out and kicked him from the emergency medical car already.
âI only have five minutes; I need to complete this operation before the fuzhuan burns to ash. Get me sterile gloves and a scalpel,â Huang Xiaolong ordered very seriously.
The middle-aged doctor paused, irresolute for a few seconds, but finally passed the sterile gloves and scalpel to Huang Xiaolong herself without quite knowing why.
Huang Xiaolong donned the sterile gloves swiftly, then undid the buttons on Lin Jingâs blouse one by one.
She was wearing a half-cup black lace bra, and her cleavage was deep enough to seduce a manâs soul.
Huang Xiaolong was in no mood to admire this right now though; he merely narrowed his eyes slightly and made an incision with the scalpel!
The bystanders only saw the flash of the gleaming blade; before they knew it the area over Lin Jingâs heart had already been cut open.
The incision had been made as skillfully as a butcher dismembering a cowâno different, in fact!
âThisâŚâ The middle-aged female doctor and the two nurses drew in a sharp breath.
They had all participated in countless surgical procedures, but they had never seen a scalpel wielded so skillfully!
After swiftly peeling back the surface of the wound to reveal the heart, Huang Xiaolong held out the scalpel and Song Yuru, who was beside him, hurriedly took it.
Following that, Huang Xiaolong reached into the chest cavity with his hand. Plucking lightly with his fingers as if he were playing a pipa1 or an enlightened monk very gently plucking a flower, he massaged Lin Jingâs stopped heart.
The two nurses looked at each otherâthey had absolutely no idea what Huang Xiaolong was doing.
However, the middle-aged female doctor stiffened, her gaze burning with a kind of unrestrained excitement. She murmured, âThisâŚthis is Professor Ouyangâs hypothesized Thoracic Cavity Heart Massage technique⌠If a fatally-injured person avoids direct trauma to the heart, within five to ten minutes of their heart stopping, there is a 1% chance of reviving them by using Thoracic Cavity Heart Massage⌠This is also known as the âOuyang Massage techniqueâ, but not long after the professor announced this theory, he died before being able to run clinical trialsâŚâ
Huang Xiaolongâs fingers moved so swiftly they were a blurâpinching, pressing, plucking, grasping, tapping, kneading⌠he utilized a variety of constantly-changing techniques.
Beads of sweat began to form on his forehead.
Minutes and seconds ticked by. On the electrocardiograph, Lin Jingâs heart remained in a state of cardiac flatlineâthe spirit-securing charm on her forehead had almost completely burned to ashes as well!
Noticing how focused Huang Xiaolong was as well as his elegant technique and his empyreal presence, Song Yuruâs heart was deeply moved. She took out a packet of tissues and carefully wiped the sweat off Huang Xiaolongâs forehead.
SuddenlyâŚ
BeepâŚ
The hitherto-still electrocardiograph suddenly blipped!
The effect was like a bomb going offâeveryone in the emergency medical car practically jumped out of their skin!
Huang Xiaolong was thrilled and quickened his massage!
âA Miracle! Such a miracle! This is truly a miracle of the medical profession!â The middle-aged female doctor was so moved she was practically in tears, clasping her hands together devoutly with a worshipful expression.
âHook up the cardiopulmonary resuscitation equipment,â Huang Xiaolong ordered emotionlessly, âHand me a hemostat.â
The doctor and the two nurses did as he asked with reverential expressions. In their hearts, they felt absolutely flattered to be called upon, as if being Huang Xiaolongâs assistants were the best thing that had ever happened to them.
Huang Xiaolong took the hemostat. With extreme precision and without the use of a microsurgical mirror, he removed the bullet that was lodged in Lin Jingâs body.
The final step was to suture the wound.
Huang Xiaolong seemed like a precise operating machineâeach suture was so neat, unhurried, and just right. Within less than a minute, he had completely finished stitching up the incision over Lin Jingâs chest cavity.
At first glance, it was practically impossible to see where the incision had been!
Only after he had finished all of this did Huang Xiaolong breathe a sigh of relief. Turning to the middle-aged female doctor, he said with a smile, âBasically there should be no issues now. If anything else happens, I have every confidence that all of you will be able to handle it well.â
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âYes, we will,â the doctor replied, her expression one of almost filial devotion. Suddenly, she made a deep bow of respect to Huang Xiaolong. âI⌠May I become your apprentice?â
âHuh? I think youâve made a mistake, right?â Huang Xiaolong looked dumbfounded.
âIt doesnât matter when one starts learning; the one who discovers the truth should become the teacher,â the doctor quoted a well-known Chinese proverb with heartfelt, sincere admiration. âPlease, great master, grant me this opportunityâI will definitely study hard⌠Great master, what is your connection with Professor Ouyang?â
âUh⌠I think itâs best that all of you stay here to see to the patientâs post-operative careâŚâ Huang Xiaolong shook his head slightly, then reached for Song Yuruâs hand and tugged her towards the exit. âFirst Wife, weâve got nothing to do here now. Letâs go.â
After leaving the emergency medical car, the corner of Huang Xiaolongâs mouth quirked up slightly. He muttered, expression almost devilish, âOuyang Zhuangâs medical expertise wasnât bad at all, the old devil. Hehe, fortunately, I was able to pick up a few techniques from him that helped me save oneesanâs life⌠Mmm, one day when I have time, Iâll go fish him out from the river Lethe and give him a chance to reincarnateâŚâ