Chapter 573: The time has come!

Upon hearing the alarm, the first to react was Zhao Zhongmou standing at the side.

His face instantly turned deathly pale; he took three steps in two strides and rushed to the monitoring device.

His eyes locked onto the jumping, flickering numbers on the screen, his fingers flew over the keyboard, tapping a few times to pull up more detailed data.

Then his complexion completely changed.

"What on earth did you do?"

Zhao Zhongmou turned his head and shouted at Jiang Feng, his voice full of anger, even tinged with a barely perceptible fear?

"Marshal Yun's vital signs are deteriorating rapidly! His blood pressure and heart rate are dropping! This isn't treatment!"

He pointed his finger at Jiang Feng, his fingertip trembling.

"You're murdering him!"

"What?"

Upon hearing Zhao Zhongmou's words, the remaining people gathered around.

Qi Min was the first to rush to the operating table, she reached out to feel Marshal Yun's pulse, then lifted the old man's eyelid to check his pupils.

"Marshal Yun is already showing signs of five-organ failure!"

Her voice was sharp and piercing, echoing in the operating room.

"No, we must rescue him immediately, otherwise Marshal Yun will surely die! Kid, you've caused a huge disaster!"

Qi Min said, already reaching for the nearby emergency equipment, preparing to take over treatment.

Dongfang Nan also came over, he glanced at the data on the monitor, then at Marshal Yun's complexion, shaking his head repeatedly.

His face was dark as iron, his lips trembling, he was so angry he could not speak.

Other doctors also gathered around, chattering away.

"It's over, it's over, Marshal Yun is truly done for!"

"I said earlier not to let this youngster run wild, and now look!"

"Quick, prepare adrenaline! Prepare the defibrillator!"

Even Sun Dansheng, who had initially trusted Jiang Feng the most, now furrowed his brows, his face showing disappointment.

He walked to the operating table, placed his hand on Marshal Yun's wrist, and carefully felt his pulse.

Then he let out a long sigh.

"Marshal Lao was already critically injured and dying, young friend… it seems your treatment had no effect."

Sun Dansheng's voice was low and heavy.

He turned his body, looking at Jiang Feng, his eyes full of regret.

"I, old man, had thought you could create a miracle, but…"

He didn't finish, but the meaning was already clear.

Everyone thought Jiang Feng was now at a loss.

Zhao Zhongmou even roared, demanding to seize control of the surgery.

He shoved aside the nearby nurse and reached for the surgical knife.

"Get out of the way! Surgery must happen now, or it'll be too late!"

He shoved Jiang Feng hard, trying to push him away from the operating table.

But Jiang Feng didn't budge an inch.

Zhao Zhongmou froze for a moment, then became even angrier.

"What are you standing there for? Do you really want to kill Marshal Lao before you're satisfied?"

His voice was so loud it made the instruments in the operating room tremble slightly.

"Guards! Drag this lunatic out!"

Two black-clad guards stepped forward, reaching to grab Jiang Feng's shoulders.

At that moment, Jiang Feng finally spoke slowly.

He gave no explanation, no defense, and didn't even glance at Zhao Zhongmou.

His gaze remained fixed on Marshal Yun's face, his voice calm and steady.

"Place oneself in a deadly situation to survive. Marshal Lao wishes to live; he must first die!"

Upon hearing this, everyone's anger flared even more.

Qi Min was the first to jump out.

"Nonsense! What does 'place oneself in a deadly situation to survive' mean? You're playing with human lives! If Marshal Yun comes to harm, can you bear the responsibility?"

Dongfang Nan was also shaking with rage, he took off his presbyopic glasses, pointed at Jiang Feng, his voice hoarse and angry.

"No matter whose child you are, I, Dongfang Nan, declare that from now on you will be blacklisted throughout the imperial medical community! Killing Marshal Yun, you cannot atone even with ten thousand deaths!"

His fingers were trembling, the lenses of his presbyopic glasses reflecting a cold light in the lamp's glow.

Other doctors also spoke up, accusations and curses rising and falling.

"Jianghu swindler! Harmful spirit!"

"If Marshal Yun suffers any mishap, your whole family will be buried with him!"

"What are you still standing there for? Hurry up and rescue him!"

The operating room descended into chaos, even more disorderly than before.

The Emperor also hurried forward at this moment.

His steps were quick, completely lacking his usual calm and unhurried demeanor.

He walked to the operating table, watching the continually declining numbers on the monitor, his complexion turning extremely grim.

His eye sockets slightly reddened, his lips pressed tightly together.

Then he turned his head, looking at Jiang Feng's solemn face.

Tell me, do you have absolute confidence?

Jiang Feng looked at the Emperor.

This empire's foremost person now had his face filled with anxiety.

His brows were tightly furrowed, and deep wrinkles lined his forehead.

Jiang Feng could sense that this old man absolutely had an extraordinary significance to the Emperor.

It was not a ruler-subject relationship, but a deeper feeling.

He did not answer directly, but instead solemnly nodded at the Emperor.

It seemed that at this moment, all promises were contained in this gesture.

The Emperor looked at him, silent for a moment.

Then he finally made up his mind.

Amidst the noisy doctors, he suddenly shouted loudly.

"All of you, shut up for me!"

"Don't disturb the treatment!"

Everyone fell silent instantly.

The doctors who had been blaming Jiang Feng, the nurses preparing to rush to his aid, and the guards who wanted to drag him away all stopped.

The operating room fell terrifyingly quiet, leaving only the beeping of the monitoring device and the alarm's buzzing.

No matter what, the Emperor is still the empire's true foremost person.

Under heaven, all land belongs to the king; to the farthest shores, all are the king's subjects.

Before the Emperor, he had no right to jump about.

Zhao Zhongmou opened his mouth to say something, but seeing the Emperor's icy gaze, he swallowed the words back.

His face flushed and paled, and he could only step back two paces, lower his head, and dare not speak again.

No one dared to defy the Emperor's orders.

Finally, it became quiet.

Jiang Feng withdrew his gaze and looked again at the old man on the operating table.

His right hand still hovered above the old man's face, his true qi continuing to output slowly.

The numbers on the monitoring device were still descending.

All indicators were approaching the death line.

The doctors looked at those numbers, each face ashen, not daring to breathe.

Zhao Zhongmou's hands trembled; he clenched his lips tightly, his eyes full of fear.

He knew that if Marshal Yun died here, everyone present would be implicated.

Sun Dansheng stood there, looking at Jiang Feng's back, his eyes full of complex feelings.

He did not know what this young man was doing, but he chose to trust the Emperor's judgment.

The Emperor stood beside the operating table, hands clasped behind his back, his spine ramrod straight.

His face was calm, but his hand trembled slightly.

He was waiting.

Waiting for a result, waiting for a miracle.

The monitoring device's beeping grew slower and weaker.

The intervals grew longer, the sound grew fainter.

Finally, only a long beep was heard!

Then, all the numbers on the monitoring device turned to zero.

The heartbeat line turned into a flat line.

Marshal Yun's heartbeat stopped completely.

The operating room fell into utter silence.

Everyone held their breath.

Zhao Zhongmou's face turned as white as paper, his legs went weak, and he nearly collapsed.

He leaned on the operating table, barely managing to stay upright.

The Emperor stood there, looking at that flat line, his body swaying slightly.

His eye sockets reddened, tears swirling in them.

His lips trembled slightly, his fingers clenched tightly, his knuckles turning white.

His eyes were full of anguish, with a hint of reluctance.

But he did not move.

He did not let anyone rush to rescue, nor did he speak.

He simply stood there, gazing at the flat line, gazing at the old man.

Sun Dansheng also stood there, looking at the flat line on the monitoring device, and let out a long sigh.

His face was full of disappointment, as if he had aged ten years in an instant.

He wanted to say something, but in the end he said nothing.

Among everyone present, only Jiang Feng suddenly laughed……

Then he spoke.

"The time has come!"

As his words fell, his palm flashed with Golden Light!