Chapter 574: Tianjue Secret Art!

Accompanied by the descent of this Golden Light, everyone present felt the air strangely rippling.

The Golden Light burst forth from Jiang Feng's palm, gentle and warm like the sunrise of early morning.

The Golden Light seemed alive, spreading from Jiang Feng's hand and slowly flowing toward Commander Yun's body.

Within seconds, Commander Yun was entirely enveloped by the Golden Light, like a gilded statue.

The lights in the operating room dimmed a few degrees under the reflection of the Golden Light.

The Doctors widened their eyes, mouths agape, unable to utter a single word.

They have practiced medicine for decades, have seen every kind of scene, yet have never witnessed anything like this.

It was a force that surpassed modern medical Knowledge.

Zhao Zhongmou's complexion was Pale as Paper, his eyes bulged, and his Pupils trembled violently.

His hand clenched the edge of the operating table so tightly that his knuckles turned white, and his nails were embedded in the Wood.

He tried to speak, but his throat felt as if something was choking it, and no word could emerge.

Gradually, under everyone's shocked gaze, Yun Lao's body seemed to be in space, and it slowly began to levitate.

His body left the operating table, hovering about a dozen centimeters high.

His arms spread slightly, his hair gently fluttered in the Golden Light, and he appeared to be lifted by some mysterious force.

The scene was so shocking that several young Doctors' legs went weak, and they nearly collapsed onto the ground.

Zhao Zhongmou's Brain was a void, with only a single thought echoing repeatedly.

Impossible! This is impossible!

He has practiced medicine for decades and never believed in any Divine Trace.

He only trusts the Surgical Knife, only trusts Medicine, only trusts instruments.

But everything happening now is completely beyond his Knowledge scope.

His worldview is collapsing.

Qi Min covered her Mouth, her eyes bulging.

She couldn't help shouting.

"Could this be... the legendary Tianjue Secret Art!"

"That kid, how could he use such a Secret Art?"

Someone, unable to contain curiosity, asked.

"Chief Qi, what is the Tianjue Secret Art?"

Qi Min's expression could not hide Excitement, and her voice trembled.

"The Tianjue Secret Art is said to originate from the divine mountain Kunlun, a method of Immortals, capable of placing one in death and then reviving, using supreme Divine power to completely eradicate lingering ailments!"

She paused, inhaled deeply, and continued.

"But I have only seen records of it in the National Medical Hall's archives; I feel ashamed, ashamed—today I am fortunate to witness it, truly a three‑life blessing!"

She turned around and waved at the surrounding Doctors.

"You all step back quickly, do not disturb the young Divine Doctor as he treats Commander Yun! To witness such a Secret Art with our own eyes may be the greatest opportunity of our lives!"

Everyone, hearing this, couldn't help inhaling a gasp of cold air.

Although Qi Min's medical skill is not as good as Sun Dansheng's, she is nonetheless the chief attending of the National Medical Hall, the public face of the Hall.

Sun Dansheng mainly serves as the Hall's master, rarely appears for consultations; if not for Commander Yun's crucial status this time, Sun Dansheng might not have come.

Thus, publicly, Qi Min is the Hall's face.

Her words alone can represent the century‑long foundation of the National Medical Hall!

Even she highly praises this young man, showing how terrifying the so‑called Tianjue Secret Art truly is.

Someone even exclaimed silently.

"Perhaps he can truly save Commander Yun, creating a Miracle!"

Public opinion shifted instantly. Many changed their attitude, and even without knowing Jiang Feng's name, they showered Jiang Feng with praise.

"This young Divine Doctor is truly promising!"

"Indeed, indeed, so young yet mastering such lost Secret Arts, his future is boundless!"

"Commander Yun is saved! The empire's blessing!"

Zhao Zhongmou stood in the corner, listening to the discussion, his complexion flashing red then white.

He clenched his teeth tightly, his gaze full of resentment.

"Flashy nonsense!"

He snorted coldly; though his voice was low, everyone in the quiet operating room heard it clearly.

"Just now, everyone present saw Commander Yun die; this kid is a murderer! I don't believe any dead person can be revived!"

"Even if he knows the Tianjue Secret Art, Commander Yun is already dead—dead is dead, even Immortals cannot bring him back!"

But before he could say more, the Emperor gave him a cold glance.

That glance was icy, like a knife, piercing straight into Zhao Zhongmou's heart.

In an instant, Zhao Zhongmou was like a duck with its throat grasped, unable to utter another word.

His face flushed bright red, his lips trembling, daring not to speak another word.

He lowered his head, retreated to the corner, unwilling to meet the Emperor's eyes again.

The operating room fell silent again.

All eyes focused on the levitating elder above the operating table.

The Golden Light continued to flow, still enveloping Commander Yun's body.

The elder's complexion, illuminated by the Golden Light, appeared much rosier, no longer Pale as Paper as before.

His Mouth also recovered its color, no longer turning purple.

On the Monitoring Device, the heartbeat line that had already become a straight line began to show a faint fluctuation.

It was not a normal Jumping, but a kind of barely there, like a candle flame in the wind, fluctuation.

But at least there was a heartbeat.

Though weak, there was indeed a heartbeat.

The Emperor's eyes flashed, and his hand unconsciously clenched, the nails digging into his palm. His Mouth was slightly Trembling, his eye sockets reddening.

But this time it was not because of sorrow, but because of hope.

Sun Dansheng also saw the change on the Monitoring Device, a flash of shock crossed his eyes, then turned to admiration.

He had lived over eighty years and had never seen such medical skill.

This young man truly has ability.

Jiang Feng's forehead seeped fine beads of sweat, the sweat flowing down his cheek, dripping onto his collar and spreading a small patch.

His arm was slightly Trembling, his palm still steadily hovering in front of the elder, Golden Light continuously outputting.

His Breath became rapid, his chest heaving violently. His complexion turned somewhat pale, and his Mouth also became a bit chapped.

He consumed a large amount of true Qi and Spiritual Power, nearly exhausted.

But he did not stop.

He knew this was the most critical moment now.

There can be no slightest mistake.

Finally, Commander Yun's body Gradually fell back onto the operating table.

His body slowly descended, as if lifted gently by an invisible hand, placed back onto the operating table.

Golden Light Gradually dissipated, retreating from the elder's body, returning to Jiang Feng's palm, and then vanished completely.

The light in the operating room recovered to normal.

Commander Yun still kept his eyes tightly shut, his complexion improved somewhat, but still showed no sign of awakening.

His Breath was very weak, his heartbeat also very weak, but at least he was alive.

Jiang Feng withdrew his hand, his body swayed a bit, almost falling.

He grasped the Edge of the operating table, only then barely standing steady.

His eyes carried a hint of crimson, caused by overconsumption of true Qi and Spiritual Power.

His complexion was pale, Mouth chapped, Throughout he looked exhausted.

But he did not collapse.

He stood there, staring fixedly at Commander Yun's face, his gaze full of expectation.

All he could do, he has already tried his best…

Yun Mengrou, regardless of the outcome, I have finally lived up to your earnest request.

The operating room was extremely quiet, everyone held their Breath, watching the elder on the operating table.

No one dared to speak, no one dared to move.

They were waiting.

Waiting for a result.

Zhao Zhongmou stood in the corner, also staring fixedly at Commander Yun. His hand clenched tightly, his knuckles turning white.

In his heart, a hopeful shout kept echoing.

Commander Yun, you must definitely die!

Must die!

If Commander Yun dies, he can shift all Responsibility onto Jiang Feng.

It was this young man who killed Commander Yun, and Zhao Zhongmou has no relation to it.

If Commander Yun lives, then his reputation as the empire's top swordsman will be completely ruined.

The patients he couldn't cure were healed by a young man who appeared from nowhere; what face does he have left to stand in the medical world?

Therefore, for his authority, he can only pray for Commander Yun's death.

Unfortunately, his shout ultimately fell empty.

The next moment, a sudden crisp cough sounded from Yun Lao's throat.

Immediately after, this veteran general of great battle achievements slowly opened his eyes…

"I… where am I?"