Chapter 418: Save the Police Belle!

After more than half an hour, the police car finally arrived at the municipal bureau's gate……

Lin Yuan held Mu Lingxue and hurriedly rushed in.

Lin Yuan held Mu Lingxue and rushed into the police bureau's medical room; as soon as his foot stepped inside, he shouted at those inside:

"Make way!"

Two medical team members in white coats immediately ran from the equipment cabinet, reaching out to take Mu Lingxue:

"Mr. Lin, quickly hand her over to us; we're about to prepare surgery!"

Lin Yuan sidestepped to avoid their hands, his tone leaving no room for negotiation: "No need, I'll handle it."

The medical team members froze, then hurried a step forward: "Consultant Lin, do you know her condition? The bullet is lodged beneath the third rib, less than a centimeter from the pulmonary artery; it could rupture at any moment, requiring professional medical equipment and procedure!"

Lin Yuan lowered his head to glance at the weakly breathing Mu Lingxue in his arms; her face was as white as paper, and the gauze on her chest was already soaked through with blood over half.

Lin Yuan's gaze, however, was unusually firm: "I know; precisely because it's dangerous, I must be the one—my silver needles can first stabilize her organs, whereas your Western surgery needs a lot of time, which she doesn't have."

One medical team member still wanted to argue: "But this is too risky! What if……"

Lin Yuan didn't let him finish, holding Mu Lingxue he quickly walked to the operating table, gently placing her on the sterile‑cloth‑covered surface, his movements so delicate as if afraid to break a fragile object.

Mu Lingxue lay on the operating table, her eyelids so heavy she could barely lift them, her consciousness fading fast, only a last thread of reason keeping her awake.

The sounds around her came and went, but only Lin Yuan's presence felt familiar.

She struggled to move her eyeballs, her blurred vision settling on Lin Yuan's side profile……

Seeing his tense jawline and the cold sweat beading on his forehead, she knew he was anxious for her.

Beside them, a medical team member stamped his feet in frustration, wanting to urge Lin Yuan to change his mind, but was held back by another teammate—

They had all seen Lin Yuan save people with silver needles; now they could only gamble.

Lin Yuan pulled a silver needle from his pocket, his fingertips lightly stroking its tip.

He lowered his gaze to Mu Lingxue, his voice extremely soft: "Lingxue, I'm going to remove the bullet; it will hurt a little, bear with it—do you trust me?"

Mu Lingxue's lips twitched slightly, but she could make no sound; she only felt the intense pain in her chest and her weakening strength, knowing she had no other choice and was willing to trust him.

With her last ounce of strength, she slowly lifted her hand, her fingertips lightly touching Lin Yuan's wrist, then slowly nodded……

The confusion in her eyes faded, leaving only complete trust.

Lin Yuan told the medical staff, his tone unquestionable: "You all go out first; I'll take charge here."

The doctor of the medical team staggered for a moment, then hurried forward: "Consultant Lin, Captain Mu's injury is too severe; the bullet is near the artery, requiring professional equipment assistance……"

"My acupuncture technique can temporarily stabilize her blood flow; your presence here will disturb me—get out quickly!"

Lin Yuan interrupted the doctor's words, his eyes sharp, his speech carrying an irresistible firmness.

The doctor, with the nurses, could only retreat from the medical room, pulling the door shut behind them.

In an instant, only the two of them remained in the medical room; the ticking of the instruments and Mu Lingxue's faint breathing intertwined, making it especially quiet.

Lin Yuan leaned close to Mu Lingxue, his voice extremely soft, afraid to disturb her: "Lingxue, the bullet is lodged beneath the third rib on your left chest, too close to the pulmonary artery; to remove it we must first expose the wound—I need to undo your police uniform, and also…… your undershirt."

This is also why Lin Yuan had those doctors leave.

Among those doctors just now, there were several male doctors.

That was quite inconvenient.

So Lin Yuan had them leave.

Mu Lingxue's eyelids twitched lightly; she struggled to open a slit, her blurred vision falling on Lin Yuan's face.

Her pale lips moved, but she made no sound; she slowly nodded instead.

Lin Yuan took a deep breath, reached to unfasten Mu Lingxue's police uniform buttons; when his fingertips touched the cold metal buckles, he deliberately slowed his motion.

The uniform's buttons came undone one by one, revealing the light‑colored undershirt straps; Lin Yuan's hand paused, his gaze averting from what he shouldn't see, focusing only on the area near the wound.

He reached around to her back, his fingertips touching the metal clasp of the undershirt, when he suddenly paused——

His fingertip could feel her warm skin beneath the fabric, as well as her slightly quickened heartbeat.

Lin Yuan deliberately gathered his thoughts, suppressing any improper distractions.

Mu Lingxue could clearly sense the movement behind her; her ears instantly felt hot, as if about to burn, she instinctively tensed her back, her fingers gripping the bedsheet tightly, knuckles whitening.

But she did not resist; indeed, she lightly relaxed her shoulders, giving Lin Yuan ample space——

She knew that only Lin Yuan could save her now, and only he could make her willing to drop all defenses.

Feeling her relaxation, Lin Yuan's fingertip gave a light lift.

The metal clasp clicked open with a "click," and the undershirt's restraint vanished.

Snow‑white skin was exposed to the air.

It was a pair of exquisite curves.

Ximalaya Shan towered into the clouds.

Yet near the chest, the ferocious wound and blood‑stained flesh shattered that beauty.

Lin Yuan's gaze instantly fell on the wound, his heart clenching sharply——

The bullet's entry point was deep; blood continued to seep out slowly, the surrounding skin already turning bluish‑purple, clearly a sign of obstructed blood flow.

He forced himself to look away, took a silver needle from his carrying pouch, quickly passed its tip over the alcohol lamp to ensure thorough sterilization, then leaned in, his eyes focused on Mu Lingxue's chest acupoint, ready to insert the needle.

Mu Lingxue closed her eyes, sensing Lin Yuan's breath falling on the side of her neck, carrying a faint scent of mugwort.

Her previously tense body gradually relaxed, even her breathing became a bit steadier than before.

When Lin Yuan's fingertip first touched her chest skin, Mu Lingxue still twitched involuntarily, yet she did not pull away.

She merely turned her face to the side, the redness in her ears deepening.

Lin Yuan knelt on one knee beside the bed, his body slightly inclined forward, carefully lowering himself.

His gaze drew close to Mu Lingxue's left chest, examining the depth of the bullet's embedding.

The skin around the wound showed redness and swelling, with blood still seeping out slowly.

The edge of the bullet head could be faintly seen, but it was firmly stuck between the ribs, and it was impossible to directly pick it out with a Silver Needle.

He sat up straight, took out three more Silver Needles from his pocket, pinched the needle ends with his fingertips, and precisely inserted them into the Chest Center and Chest Root acupoints around Mu Lingxue's chest.

The Silver Needles trembled slightly, used to stabilize her blood flow and prevent a sudden spike in blood pressure during compression.

After inserting the needles, Lin Yuan frowned at the wound—

The bullet was too deep; the Silver Needles were not long enough, and the force could not be precisely transmitted.

He could only use acupressure techniques, pressing the surrounding meridians to slowly squeeze the bullet outward.

But this way, his palm would inevitably touch Mu Lingxue's ……OO.

Even if he deliberately avoided the sensitive area, it was still so embarrassing that his fingertips felt tense.

Lin Yuan took a deep breath, suppressed his nervousness, and lowered his gaze to Mu Lingxue on the hospital bed.

He lowered his voice to a whisper, clearly concerned: "The bullet is lodged too tightly; I can only squeeze it out with acupressure, which might touch your …… Is that okay?"

Mu Lingxue lay on the hospital bed, her consciousness still somewhat hazy, yet she clearly heard Lin Yuan's words.

Her pale cheeks instantly flushed with a thin layer of red, even her earlobes feeling hot.

Mu Lingxue seemed to momentarily go blank, stiffly blinking her eyes, then slowly shaking her head.

Her voice was weak yet carried an unquestionable refusal: "No…… impossible."

Her cheeks remained pale, but this sudden refusal added tension, making her breathing somewhat hurried—

Even though she knew it was to save her life, letting a member of the opposite sex treat her wound in this way was still something she couldn't get past in her heart.

"Then…… should I call the female doctor from the police team in?" Lin Yuan looked at her determined eyes, did not persist, fearing to delay the bullet removal.

Mu Lingxue lightly nodded, her lips moving as if to say "quick," but she lacked the strength to make a sound.

She could only signal with her eyes for him to hurry.

Lin Yuan turned and quickly walked out of the medical room, shouting at the waiting police medical team in the hallway:

"Doctor Zhang, please come over; Captain Mu hopes you can help examine the wound."

The female doctor named Zhang Wei immediately responded, grabbing her first-aid box and quickly walking into the medical room.

When Zhang Wei saw Mu Lingxue on the hospital bed with her inner clothing undone and blood staining her chest, her pretty face flickered with a hint of complexity, but she quickly composed herself and hurried to the bedside.

"Captain Mu, let me first examine the wound." Zhang Wei said while putting on sterile gloves, carefully pulling back the skin around the wound to closely inspect the bullet's position.

As the examination deepened, Zhang Wei's brows furrowed tighter, her face grew solemn, her fingers lightly touched the surrounding ribs, then withdrew, and she sighed.

"How is it? Can we remove it with Western medical tools?" Lin Yuan stood beside her, anxiously asking, his eyes fixed on Zhang Wei's expression.

Zhang Wei shook her head, her tone helpless:

"It can't be taken out; the bullet is lodged between the third and fourth ribs on the left chest, too close to the lung's major artery. Our Western medical tools either can't reach the depth, or any force might nick the artery— the risk is too great."

Mu Lingxue lay on the hospital bed; hearing this, her eyes instantly dimmed a bit, and she weakly asked: "Then…… is there any other way?"

"We can only send her to the hospital for surgery." Zhang Wei looked at her, her tone grave:

"But the surgical risk is extremely high; after opening the chest, one must avoid the major artery and lung lobes, and a slight mistake would cause massive bleeding, with a success rate of at most thirty percent."

Lin Yuan heard "thirty percent success rate," and his heart sank—

Such a low success rate amounts to gambling Mu Lingxue's life on the operating table, which is utterly unfeasible.

Mu Lingxue also froze, her lips pressed into a straight line, her pale face full of struggle—

She didn't want to die, but she also didn't want Lin Yuan to save her in such an embarrassing way.

But now even Western medicine is helpless; could it really be that we have no choice but to take a gamble?

Zhang Wei packed up her first-aid box, looked at their expressions, and added:

"If we are to send her to the hospital, we must leave now; any further delay could cause the bullet to shift with bodily movement, leaving no chance for surgery at all."

Mu Lingxue looked at the female doctor's grave face, then felt the waves of sharp pain coming from her chest; her pretty face turned ashen, devoid of any color, her lips pressed into a tight line.

She knew the surgical risk was too great; a slight mistake might mean she would never wake again. After hesitating for a few seconds, she finally bit her lower lip and struggled to lift her gaze.

She glanced at Lin Yuan beside her and lightly nodded—

Only then could she let him try a Chinese medicine method.

Lin Yuan saw her response and felt a sigh of relief.

He turned to look at the still‑standing female doctor Zhang Wei and said solemnly:

"Doctor Zhang, please step out for a moment; the procedure requires quiet and privacy."

Zhang Wei paused, glanced at Mu Lingxue's pale face, then at Lin Yuan's tense expression; although she was a little worried, she still nodded.

Zhang Wei turned and walked out of the medical room, pulling the door shut behind her.

Lin Yuan walked to the door, confirmed it was closed, turned the lock with a click, and bolted the door—

He had to ensure the procedure wouldn't be disturbed, and he didn't want Mu Lingxue to feel more embarrassed with outsiders present.

He walked back to the bedside and knelt on one knee.

He first rubbed his palms together until they grew warm, then lifted his head to look at Mu Lingxue, speaking softly: "It might hurt a bit; if you can't bear it, just say so."

Mu Lingxue lay on the hospital bed, her gaze somewhat evasive, yet she still let out a soft "uh."

She clenched the bedsheet beneath her with both hands, her knuckles whitening from the force.

Lin Yuan took a deep breath, suppressed his nervousness, and gently placed his warm palms around the wound on Mu Lingxue's left chest.

He deliberately avoided the wound itself, pressing only the acupoints at the edge of the ribs.

But as Lin Yuan applied this light pressure—

Mu Lingxue suddenly let out a soft groan……

"Uh……" her beautiful eyes trembled, her whole delicate body seeming to be jolted by electricity……