Chapter 571: Why Not Let Him Have a Try?

Suddenly interrupted, Zhao Zhongmou's face also turned grim.

The surgical knife in his hand hovered in midair, its blade less than a centimeter from the old man's chest.

His brows knit tightly, his gaze full of anger, as he slowly turned his head.

When he saw that the speaker was a young man, his expression shifted from grim to furious.

"Who let you in!"

Zhao Zhongmou's voice was loud, bearing an undeniable authority.

He had been grinding his way through the medical world for decades, and no one had ever dared to interrupt him during surgery, let alone a young man who appeared out of nowhere.

The other doctors also lifted their heads, their gazes collectively landing on Jiang Feng, filled with surprise and discontent.

Jiang Feng replied calmly, his voice not loud but very clear.

"The patient's organs are wounded by true qi, sustained only by a thin thread of true qi within his body. If you recklessly cut him open and the true qi erupts, he will surely die!"

At those words, Zhao Zhongmou's anger became even more uncontainable.

"Nonsense!"

His voice shook the operating room so that the windows buzzed.

"We used the most professional equipment, performed the most meticulous examination of Marshal Yun's body, and have diagnosed that severe injuries caused organ damage, requiring surgery! Even the Grandmaster Physicians of the Imperial Medical Office and the National Medical Hall unanimously agree on this point!"

He paused briefly, his gaze becoming even sharper.

"In the end I will act personally; although the chance of surgical success is exceedingly slim, it is certainly not the chaotic true qi you young man speak of!"

Zhao Zhongmou surveyed Jiang Feng from head to toe, a mocking curl forming at the corner of his mouth.

"Have you read too many wuxia novels?"

A middle‑aged doctor beside him echoed.

"Old Zhao is right; all imaging data show Marshal Yun's viscera suffered severe physical damage and must be surgically repaired. True qi? It cannot be detected at all!"

Another doctor added.

"Exactly, what era is this, still talking about true qi? That's something from novels!"

Jiang Feng's expression remained calm, offering no rebuttal, merely watching Zhao Zhongmou silently.

At this moment, the Grandmaster Physician representing the National Medical Hall, Qi Min, also scolded.

She was a woman in her fifties, dressed in a dark Zhongshan suit, her hair neatly coiled, her face bearing a hint of authority.

She is a pillar of the National Medical Hall, proficient in internal medicine and acupuncture, enjoying great reputation in the medical world.

"What family's child are you? This is not a place for you to cause trouble! Quickly have him leave!"

Qi Min's voice was sharp, with a touch of impatience.

"Guards? Throw this ignorant youngster out!"

The Imperial Medical Office's chief physician, Dongfang Nan, also scolded.

"Absurd! Absolutely absurd! A brat dares to point fingers before Old Zhao? Do you know who Old Zhao is? The Empire's First Blade! Do you know who you're speaking to?"

He pointed at Jiang Feng, trembling with anger.

In an instant, the entire operating room descended into chaos.

Seven or eight doctors exchanged remarks, all blaming Jiang Feng.

Voices rose and fell, the noise making heads spin.

"Today's youngsters really have no sense of their limits!"

"Thinking that reading a few medical books lets them come to the Military Department General Hospital to point fingers?"

"I've seen many of these people; they just want to show off!"

"Throw him out quickly, don't delay the rescue!"

In the corner, a few guards in black suits had their hands on the holsters at their waists, ready to drag the uninvited guest out at any moment.

The Emperor stood among the guards, remaining silent.

He simply watched all this quietly, his gaze deep, revealing nothing of his thoughts.

Zhao Zhongmou at this moment paused the surgical knife, coldly looking at Jiang Feng.

He inhaled deeply, suppressing the anger in his heart, his tone becoming steady and icy.

"Young friend, Marshal Yun's safety is bound to the nation's fate. If you are seeking to show off, Old brother advises you not to bring misfortune upon yourself."

His voice was not loud, but each word carried weight.

He was giving Jiang Feng the final step.

"Leave now, and I can treat it as if nothing happened."

Jiang Feng, however, did not look at him, and walked straight to Yun Lao, extending his hand.

His fingers rested on the old man's wrist, eyes closed, beginning to take his pulse. The movement was natural and fluid, as if he had done it countless times.

Zhao Zhongmou's complexion grew even worse, about to scold.

Jiang Feng had already opened his eyes and withdrawn his hand.

He turned, looked at the assembled authorities, and said lightly.

"I can heal Old Yun's injury. But if you intervene, he will surely die!"

Those words caused the authorities present to erupt in anger instantly.

Qi Min was the first to leap out, cursing at Jiang Feng's nose.

"Audacious! You a yellow‑mouth child dare to spout such words here? The conclusions drawn by all our experts are not even as good as your single pulse reading?"

Her face flushed bright red, the blue veins on her forehead throbbing.

Dongfang Nan was so angry his beard stood straight up.

"Young man, you must speak responsibly! Do you know what your words imply? You are questioning the authority of the entire National Medical Hall and the Imperial Medical Office! Our combined centuries of medical experience is still inferior to yours?"

Zhao Zhongmou let out a cold hum, his eyes full of contempt.

"You treat? How do you treat? You can't even use the most basic medical equipment, can you? You think just taking a pulse can cure a disease? That's a trick of a Jianghu Swindler!"

Other doctors also began to speak up.

"You know nothing of the world!"

"Kick him out!"

"Guards! Guards!"

The operating room turned into a chaotic mess.

At that moment, in the far corner, the oldest doctor suddenly spoke.

His voice was not loud, but powerful, and instantly quieted everyone.

"Little friend, Old brother National Medical Hall Sun Dansheng. How would you say Marshal Yun's injury should be treated?"

The crowd was shocked.

Sun Dansheng, the current director of the National Medical Hall, the Empire's number one Grandmaster Physician, and also a descendant of the Medicine King!

He is already over eighty this year, rarely appears in public; this time, because Marshal Yun's injury was extremely severe, the Emperor personally ordered, and he came out of retirement.

In the medical world, Sun Dansheng's reputation is even louder than Zhao Zhongmou's.

He is a true Grandmaster Physician, a figure that countless doctors look up to.

He is proficient in all branches of Traditional Chinese Medicine, especially adept at difficult cases, and is called a Holy Hand!

From his tone, does he actually believe this little brat?

Everyone froze, their gazes scanning back and forth between Sun Dansheng and Jiang Feng.

Zhao Zhongmou's brows furrowed, he opened his mouth to speak, but ultimately swallowed his words.

Qi Min and Dongfang Nan also exchanged glances, daring not to speak again.

Sun Dansheng's standing in the medical world is so high that no one dares to question his words.

Jiang Feng glanced at Sun Dansheng, his expression calm, showing no sign of being flattered.

He then continued.

"I will use the Nine‑life Mystic Needle to guide his internal true Qi, protect his Heart Pulse, and then use my own true Qi to preserve his final breath. You must, in this time, find Millennium Ginseng, Mysterious Kudzu Vine and other medicines; I will catalyze the Medicine Power to aid his Recovery!"

His speech was not fast, but each word was clear.

Before Jiang Feng could finish, Qi Min became angry.

"Nonsense!"

Her voice was sharp and grating, standing out starkly in the quiet operating room.

"The Nine‑life Mystic Needle is a legendary needle technique, lost long ago! How could a Huang Mao kid possibly know it? Get out of here at once!"

Dongfang Nan also shook his head repeatedly.

"Young man, if you're going to make it up, at least make it decent! Millennium Ginseng, Mysterious Kudzu Vine—those herbs have been extinct for ages; where would you find them?"

Zhao Zhongmou continued with cold sneers.

"Old brother has practiced medicine for decades, never heard of any Nine‑life Mystic Needle. Even if it existed, it's a legend, nonexistent in Reality. Are you insulting our intelligence?"

Other doctors also echoed, their mocking and accusing voices rising and falling.

"Today's youngsters will fabricate anything just to become famous!"

"And the Nine‑life Mystic Needle, why don't you claim you can bring the dead back to life?"

"Old Sun, don't be fooled by him; this kid is a Jianghu Swindler!"

Jiang Feng stood there, his expression calm, neither humble nor arrogant.

He looked at those so‑called authorities, his eyes showing no fluctuation.

Sun Dansheng said nothing, merely watching Jiang Feng quietly, his gaze bearing a hint of scrutiny and contemplation.

He was waiting for Jiang Feng to continue speaking.

"You all say Old Yun's methods cannot reverse fate; if so…"

Just as the crowd's debate continued unabated, suddenly, the Emperor slowly spoke.

"Then perhaps… let him try."