Chapter 572

As soon as he said that, everyone present was dumbfounded.

Zhao Zhongmou stared for several seconds before coming back to his senses.

His face changed dramatically, and he hurriedly stepped forward, speaking urgently.

"Emperor, you can't!"

Fine beads of sweat appeared on his forehead, and he almost couldn't hold the surgical knife.

"Commander Yun's condition is already critical; even if we all give it our all, we cannot guarantee Old Yun's survival. If this unknown brat intervenes and causes Old Yun's death... then half of the empire's territory would collapse!"

After Zhao Zhongmou finished speaking, his hands were trembling slightly.

Wait...

A terrible thought suddenly flashed through his mind.

Could this little punk have been specially summoned by the Emperor to assassinate Old Yun?

Although he was only a doctor, he also knew that the Emperor was young and eager to consolidate power.

And Old Yun, as the Grand Commander of the Military, directly commands the empire's million-strong army!

With such a position, how could the Emperor possibly trust him completely?

Of course, Zhao Zhongmou dared not voice this speculation.

But now the Emperor's stance is already quite obvious!

Is the Emperor trying to kill with a borrowed knife?

Zhao Zhongmou's hesitations were all seen by the Emperor.

The Emperor's youthful face now showed a faint hint of displeasure.

Yet his expression remained calm, revealing no emotional fluctuation.

As the empire's supreme ruler, he had long been able to keep his joy and anger from showing.

He knew what Zhao Zhongmou was thinking, but he did not explain.

He simply spoke lightly.

"If I entrust it to you, can you guarantee Old Yun won't die?"

Zhao Zhongmou was instantly at a loss for words.

How could he guarantee it?

He clearly understood that, given Old Yun's condition, if he made that cut, there was an eighty percent chance Old Yun wouldn't hold on.

Those organ injuries were too severe, and combined with the old man's age and physical condition, the hope of surgical success was extremely slim, not even one in ten.

And the Emperor still asked him to guarantee it?

How dare he take that as a guarantee!

That's the Grand Commander of the Military!

Zhao Zhongmou opened his mouth, then closed it again, and the sweat on his forehead increased.

His face flushed and paled alternately, his fingers gripping the surgical knife until his knuckles turned white. He felt as if he were being roasted over a fire—unable to advance or retreat.

At that moment, a sudden inspiration struck him.

Exactly, since he couldn't guarantee saving Old Yun, rather than let Old Yun die on his operating table, it would be better to let this sudden brat take over.

That way, even if the Yun family flew into a rage afterward, with the Emperor's decree and the fact that this brat acted, Old Yun's death would have nothing to do with him or the Military Department General Hospital!

This...

Could this be the Emperor's true intention?

Zhao Zhongmou's eyes flickered; his inner unease dissipated somewhat, replaced by a calculation.

He quietly stepped back half a pace, stopped speaking, let his hands hang at his sides, looking resigned.

Meanwhile, Sun Dansheng, who had been silent for a long time, also spoke.

His voice was aged but steady, carrying a reassuring strength.

"Let this young friend try; perhaps he is right."

Sun Dansheng's gaze was calm as he looked at Jiang Feng, with a mix of anticipation and curiosity.

As soon as he said that, none of the doctors present dared to speak.

In medical skill, Sun Dansheng is the foremost among them.

The empire's top Grandmaster Physician, heir of the Medicine King.

No one dares to question his words.

In terms of status, the Emperor himself spoke, and both believed in Jiang Feng; where would they dare to say no?

Qi Min opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but seeing the Emperor's gaze, he swallowed his words back.

Her face flushed red, her chest heaving violently, but she ultimately closed her mouth, merely letting out a cold snort and turning away.

Dongfang Nan also lowered his head, remaining silent, just shaking his head and sighing continuously.

How did it come to this... Originally, Old Yun still had a sliver of chance!

Even so, Zhao Zhongmou was unwilling and resentful.

He took a deep breath, suppressed his complex emotions, placed the surgical knife on the tray, producing a clear sound.

That sound was especially harsh in the quiet operating room, like a silent protest.

"Then please proceed, sir!"

His tone carried a hint of mockery and dissatisfaction.

"Old brother, I'd like to see what you're capable of!"

Zhao Zhongmou stepped back two steps, making room beside the operating table.

He crossed his arms, stood to the side, looking as if he were watching a show. His chin slightly raised, his eyes full of contempt and distrust.

Qi Min and Dongfang Nan also stepped back to the side, watching coldly. Several people stood in a row, as if watching a performance.

Jiang Feng showed no courtesy, walking straight up to Yun Lao.

He stood beside the operating table, looking down at the elderly person lying on the bed.

The old man's complexion was as pale as paper, his breath feeble, his lips purple, the tubes on his body entwining him like a spiderweb.

The beeping of the ECG monitor grew slower and weaker.

Blood pressure was dropping, heart rate dropping, blood oxygen saturation also dropping.

All indicators were falling.

The old man could barely hold on.

Jiang Feng's face was calm, his gaze focused.

He took a deep breath, then slowly raised his right hand.

His right hand hovered above the old man's face, about ten centimeters from the forehead.

In the next moment, he directly condensed a strand of true qi.

An invisible force surged from his palm, forming an undulation in the air that the naked eye could not see.

That undulation was gentle, like a spring breeze, like a mountain stream, silently enveloping the old man's face.

The true qi flowed slowly from his palm like an invisible silk thread, drilling into the old man's glabella.

The old man's brow twitched slightly, as if sensing something.

Zhao Zhongmou stood at the side, coldly smiling repeatedly.

"Playing at mysticism!"

He muttered it under his breath; though soft, in the quiet operating room everyone heard it clearly.

Qi Min also shook her head, her eyes full of disdain.

She thought, having practiced medicine for decades, she had never seen such a treatment method. What true qi, what Nine Lives Mystic Needle, were all deceitful nonsense.

This young man is probably a fraud.

Sun Dansheng, however, widened his eyes, staring fixedly at Jiang Feng's palm.

A flicker of shock passed through his gaze, his lips trembling slightly.

He seemed to feel something.

That true qi, though he could not see it, he could feel it.

It was an extremely pure energy, gentle and enduring!

Sun Dansheng had practiced medicine for decades, seen countless experts using qi to heal injuries, but had never seen such pure true qi.

This young man is not simple.

Sun Dansheng's heartbeat quickened, his hand unconsciously clutching the hem of his clothes.

He had a premonition that today he might witness a miracle.

Jiang Feng's palm remained steady before the old man, unmoving.

True qi continuously surged from his palm, drilling into the old man's glabella.

The old man's complexion began to change.

Originally as pale as paper, his face gradually gained a hint of color.

The purple on his lips faded slowly, turning a light pink. His breathing also became somewhat steadier, no longer rapid and feeble as before.

The numbers on the ECG monitor began to rise slowly.

Although still low, the trend was improving.

Zhao Zhongmou's smile froze on his face.

His eyes widened, his mouth slightly open, his face full of disbelief.

How could this be possible?

He had practiced medicine for decades, never having seen such a situation.

Without medicine, without surgery, just holding his hand above the face could improve the patient's indicators?

This completely exceeded his understanding.

Qi Min also froze.

She opened her mouth, unable to close it for a while. Her mind went blank, not knowing what to say.

Dongfang Nan abruptly turned his head, staring at the numbers on the monitor, his eyes wide as bells. His presbyopic glasses fell off, and he didn't bother to pick them up.

The other doctors were also shocked, each widening their eyes as if they had seen something unbelievable.

The operating room fell utterly silent, only the ECG monitor's beeping and Jiang Feng's steady breathing could be heard.

Sun Dansheng's eyes sparkled, the corners of his mouth slightly lifted, revealing a hint of a smile.

He knew he had not been mistaken.

This young man truly has ability.

Jiang Feng's palm remained before the old man, true qi continuously outputting.

Beads of fine sweat appeared on his forehead, but his gaze remained focused, his face still calm.

He knew this was only the first step.

The real treatment had just begun.

But just then, an abrupt change occurred!

Beep-beep-beep!

The alarm began to blare wildly!