Chapter 372

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Protagonist:

Chen Yi

On the operating table, various mixed "beep beep" sounds rang out.

The patient twitched slightly, frightening the anesthesiologist so much he nearly bumped into the instruments.

The lead surgeon wished he could chop Chen Yi dead with a surgical knife, decisively ordering: "Prepare adrenaline, blood plasma, get more blood plasma."

In his view, this was the final moment.

Chen Yi lay on the ground with numb tendons and bones, watching the nurses and anesthesiologist operate with trembling fear; the lead surgeon seemed to have some real skill, no matter how chaotic things were around him, he single-mindedly focused on solving the bleeding problem first.

"My head is so dizzy." Chen Yi retreated two steps, leaning against a medicine cabinet he didn't know what it held, breathing lightly.

Losing 15% of his blood at once meant nearly 1500 milliliters for him, absolutely enough to cause shock. Only thanks to the Holy Knight's physical constitution could he lie there steadily.

The lead surgeon at this moment must have an even dizzier head.

Various instruments hanging on the patient desperately changed numbers, as if broken. The effect of "Grace" appeared in a very short time, but not simultaneously. Therefore, the various data of the patient with multiple organ failure were jumping wildly.

Fortunately, the doctor was loyal to his duty and his skill was quite good, so the surgery could continue. Otherwise, if it ended now, Chen Yi really couldn't be sure that 10% life recovery could save Lin Yuan's mother.

He actually had a good impression of the lead surgeon before him. If the other only cared about self-preservation and suggested terminating the surgery when the instruments jumped wildly, that would be very normal; a patient with multiple organ failure could die in any way, and he wouldn't need to take any responsibility.

After about 3 minutes, Chen Yi felt his weak legs recover, then stood up, ate several Green Breath Berries, and asked: "Doctor, what's your name?"

"Sima Lue." The lead surgeon felt the power of the Level 3 Green Breath Berry on him, reluctantly answered a sentence, and did not forcefully expel him.

"Thank you, Doctor Sima Lue." Chen Yi nodded, and when the other raised his knife, he said in one breath: "The instrument readings you see now are normal; I just administered medicine to him."

"Medicine? I didn't see any? How can you give medicine to a patient?" Sima Lue's knife could no longer fall, his words filled with infinite indignation.

"Don't be afraid, don't be afraid; I didn't give him ordinary medicines on the market, the effect acts directly on the patient's body." Chen Yi carefully avoided lying, paused, then said: "My name is Chen Yi; if you haven't heard of me, it doesn't matter. My grandfather is General Chen Zhongguo, who later went to the Ministry of Foreign Affairs as a central leader. I am Lin Yuan's classmate, and the patient is Lin Yuan's mother."

Sima Lue's expression eased slightly, pausing the surgery to ask: "What are you telling me this for?"

"To explain the current instrument readings." Chen Yi said softly: "What you hear now, I hope is limited to this room; after going out, I won't admit it."

After making a small threat, he continued: "The patient's constitution has greatly improved now. I think you should trust the instruments and adjust the medical method according to the current situation, striving to save the patient."

"You want me to believe that a patient with four organ failures, who couldn't even undergo transplant surgery... a cerebral thrombus naturally hemolyzed, and metabolic disorder naturally resolved?" The lead surgeon looked at the instruments, shook his head, and said: "If the instruments have no problem, then her organ failure problem has already been solved."

Chen Yi shrugged and said: "I'm just telling you what happened now, and the instruments show it too. Do you really have to judge based on ordinary experience?"

Sima Lue held his knife without speaking; his confidence wasn't that strong.

"I've already told you my identity. Look at the clothes I'm wearing, given by your dean. Do you need me to call him in to explain?" Chen Yi held onto the operating table behind him, still feeling somewhat weak.

As a major surgery, there were four doctors in the room. Sima Lue looked at them and said: "Need to."

Chen Yi rolled his eyelids, turned to knock on the door, letting the dean in after disinfection.

The surgery continued.

After the dean came in and confirmed Chen Yi's identity, Sima Lue decided to focus on the gastrointestinal bleeding and solving the intestinal obstruction problem; this was one of their predetermined problems, and also one that "Grace" couldn't solve. Given Chen Yi's current state, he obviously couldn't perform "Grace" again.

In just over two months, Chen Yi had performed "Grace" on his grandfather three times, plus this time, losing between 35% and 43% of his blood volume, meaning over 3000 milliliters of blood lost. For anyone, this was extremely taxing. Although his metabolism was good and the division of human bone marrow hematopoietic stem cells was infinite, for him personally, this practice broke the body's balance.

The Holy Knight's physical balance was abnormally strong, and the harm after breaking the balance was also significant. Continuing "Grace" was unwise, and Chen Yi also pinned his hopes on Doctor Sima Lue's medical skill.

If he could successfully complete the surgery, it would be equivalent to himself losing 1500 milliliters less blood.

In view of this, Chen Yi even secretly stuck a Level 1 Agility Scroll on him.

With an ordinary person's physical condition, a Level 3 Scroll was their limit, while a Level 1 Scroll was easier to adapt to, facilitating the completion of the current surgery.

After nearly 5 hours, the surgery finally ended.

Sima Lue cut off a section of intestine, stopped the bleeding in the digestive tract, while the other three doctors respectively removed the gallbladder to solve inflammation and repaired the stomach near perforation. When a person's internal organs begin to fail, corresponding diseases will increase more and more.

After leaving the operating room, Sima Lue only answered one sentence: "The surgery went smoothly."

But he turned to Chen Yi and asked: "What medicine exactly did you use?"

"Just as I said, I administered medicine to her, but didn't use medicine. Moreover, I don't admit these things."

"Don't admit? After today's case ends, many colleagues in hospitals will know." Excitement was written on Sima Lue's face.

Chen Yi sympathetically shrugged and said: "No one will know. And you can't say either."

He shrugged to indicate, and only then did Sima Lue discover that every doctor and nurse participating in the surgery had someone following them, either the dean and vice dean, or government workers in black suits.

"Why?"

"Just as I said, I ask you to keep some secrets, so please act as if nothing happened. This is good for you and good for me. Therefore, no journal will accept your paper, no one will believe your words, there will be no commendation ceremony, no medical records, and this disease won't even exist."

Sima Lue didn't believe Chen Yi could do this, so he only took it as a threat and left in anger.

Chen Yi could naturally do these; any middle management personnel of a security institution could do the latter part, and any Aristocratic Scion of Beijing could do the former part.

The only problem was that Chen Yi's words weren't humble enough, so he was deducted points again. Next time using the Divine Technique "Grace," it might cost 18% blood volume.

Chen Yi sighed, and his face naturally turned pale.

Wandering in the martial world, how could one not get cut.

He did his best to maintain faith, and what he gained was only enough to maintain what he spent. Due to his age and identity, faiths like humility and modesty were especially hard to sustain.

On the West Continent, those City-state Knights who maintained humility and modesty from childhood, once they became Divine Art Knights, their faith's divine power would be very high; often only needing 5% or even lower blood volume to cast "Grace" or other Divine Arts. By the time they were old, using 1% or even lower cost could achieve the same Divine Art effect as Chen Yi. This is the source of the power of faith that Divine Art Knights and Holy Knights tirelessly pursue.

A knight like Chen Yi, if placed on the West Continent, would have no possibility of becoming a Divine Art Knight at all, and might even be eliminated in the initial selection because his faith wasn't firm enough, let alone being chosen by the Temple.

"I need to find a way to boost the divine power of humility and modesty, otherwise I'll commit suicide sooner or later." Chen Yi thought, then took out his mobile phone and called Chen Zhenxing, asking: "The group seems to have a consulting company, right?"

"Yes, do you want to use it?" Chen Zhenxing began to get used to Chen Yi's use of public resources for private matters; he often did such things himself, which made him seem quite amiable.

"Send a consulting consultant over, the best one. Regarding the aspect of attitude."

"Attitude? Oh, alright." Chen Zhenxing couldn't be bothered to ask, and left it to the consulting company.

Chen Yi slowly put down his mobile phone; the West Continent and Saint Qiao Kingdom rarely had

"Thank you." Lin Yuan's voice interrupted him.

Although the surgery was over, she seemed even more haggard.

"Is Mom settled?"

"All right, I heard you took a loss this time." Lin Yuan actually didn't know what had happened, because the doctors were not allowed to say anything related to this surgery anymore, so it was the Dean who came out to explain.

Chen Yi hemmed and hawed twice, then changed the subject: "Is there any difficulty I can help with?"

"You've already helped a lot..." Lin Yuan shook her head vigorously.

Chen Yi hesitated for a moment, then said: "What about financially? This surgery must cost a lot of money, right?"

"My younger brother works at your Martial Arts Hall, the salary is very high, and I will work hard to earn money too."

"Is he still a trainee?"

"He might be converted to staff."

"What level?"

"Level 5."

"So long, and only improved one level?" Chen Yi remembered that Lin Haitao was a trainee who had participated in special training, but just like many trainees from the first and second sessions, after about Body Technique Levels 3 or 4, they were surpassed by more talented trainees.

By now, Cao Zheng was already a Body Technique Level 8 trainee, while Lin Haitao, as a "senior," was only Body Technique Level 5, which did not match his image of diligence.

Lin Yuan sighed imperceptibly and explained softly: "When I was at school, he had to take care of Mom, and later he joined the Martial Arts Hall's Inspection Team, so he was busy every day. Later Mom became seriously ill and needed a deposit for hospitalization; the factory's reimbursement was once every half year, so he had to sell the Divine Oil he had obtained, and thus his progress became even slower. In the Martial Arts Hall, trainees who improve slowly seem to have their ratings lowered, so he could get even less Divine Oil. It's all our fault, we delayed him."

A Body Technique Level 5 trainee could receive 50,000 yuan a month, directly entering a prosperous society. But judging by Lin Yuan's mother's condition, the accumulated arrears over the years were already a huge hole, let alone such a major surgery now.

A family fortune of millions reduced to poverty overnight is not uncommon in hospitals, but neither is it rare. Chen Yi pondered for a moment and asked: "The Martial Arts Hall is currently sending personnel overseas; if Lin Haitao goes there, his salary will double, and the time for him to be converted to staff will be delayed."

Once converted to staff, the trainee level becomes just a column on the ability evaluation form, and pay is based on percentages. Although it wouldn't be too little, compared to now, it would be worlds apart.

Lin Yuan was a bit reluctant about her younger brother. Lin Haitao had proposed going overseas more than once, but they had never agreed. After all, it would be three years away; if Mom became seriously ill and died, wouldn't they not even see their son's face?

Thinking of this, Lin Yuan shook her head firmly and said: "I'm about to sign with an agency company; I heard each announcement pays over 5,000 yuan, and if I'm lucky, I could make 50,000 yuan a month."

Chen Yi thought: How good would the luck have to be.

But he could only respect the other's choice, so he nodded slightly and said: "If you have difficulties, come find me directly; if the mobile phone is inconvenient, Teacher Liu or the Chen Group will have my contact information."

Lin Yuan thanked her again; the current situation made her unable to maintain that strong shell, yet that strong shell was exactly what she needed most right now.

"I'm going to do some things." Chen Yi lightly patted Lin Yuan's shoulder.

The Class Monitor trembled slightly, wiped her eyes, straightened her chest and raised her head, and forced a smile: "I'm going back; I can't let Mom see us looking unhappy."

In the ward, family members had already crowded together. The Lin family's connections were probably not bad; old neighbors who had worked in factories and mines for several tens of years came in large numbers this time, and in an instant even the corridor was occupied.

Because of the Dean's instructions, the Chief Nurse on that floor couldn't expel people, so she just stood there with a grim face, saying a couple of words to whoever spoke loudly, which only made more people excited.

Chen Yi watched Lin Yuan merge into the crowd, then turned and left the ward. This was not a pleasant place; perhaps except for pharmaceutical representatives chasing doctors for money, and ordinary men chasing nurses for beauty, no one would willingly come to the hospital specifically.

"Mr. Chen." Sima Lue chased up from behind.

Chen Yi glanced at him and said: "Just call me Xiao Chen; I'm going to the parking lot, we can talk while walking."

A "Xiao Chen" added a bit of humility and modesty to him.

Communicating with the god of faith is like dealing with a stranger; you say ten or a hundred sentences he likes to hear, and he might just smile for a while, but if you say one unpleasant sentence, he will surely flick his sleeves and leave, completely disregarding the hundreds of times more pleasant words said before. The difference is, if the interaction lasts long enough, the stranger becomes an acquaintance or friend, but the god will not; it is like a lonely wretch, forever an offensive and detestable stranger.

Sima Lue seemed naturally humble; even when unhappy, he spoke very politely: "Mr. Chen, this is an important moment; this surgery saved a person's life, and if we can carefully study the whole process, we can save more lives."

"What do you want?"

"The Dean prohibits my research; I need all the instrument data and various materials. If possible, I want to know what medicine you used."

"I said, I just gave her medicine." Chen Yi repeated once, smiling evasively: "As for instrument data and such, you should go find the Dean."

Sima Lue's face turned red, and he said: "Those few guys in black suits just now took away all the instruments, and didn't even leave the forceps used in the surgery."

Since Chen Yi went to West River once, Zhu Guangliang's Bureau Chief position had been decided; now they were just waiting for the documents to be issued. From Captain to Deputy Bureau Chief, and now to Bureau Chief, Zhu Guangliang in one and a half years completed two steps that others couldn't complete in a lifetime, so he was also extremely dedicated in professional matters. Counter-espionage was a concept he proposed; actually, it was organizing a quasi-military organization within the Bureau specifically to handle emergency matters in Jiangning City. Those members wearing black suits were the embodiment of counter-espionage; at most within one hour, they arrived at the scene, persuaded the Dean and Vice Dean and other administrative officials; at most within 15 minutes, they moved away all the instruments and destroyed all materials and data... Such scenes seen only in movies actually rarely happen in real life; except for a few directly-administered municipalities, Jiangning is the city with the fastest reaction time.

Sima Lue's anger represented Chen Yi's satisfaction; he shrugged and used diplomatic words: "In that case, I'm powerless to help."

"You are disregarding life."

"Hmm?"

"Crime, you are committing a crime." Sima Lue finally found the words and said angrily: "I don't know what secret medicine you have, but keeping a good thing to oneself won't lead to development. This is medicine that can save people; how can, how can it only serve a few people?"

Chen Yi walked toward the Raptor seemingly slow but actually fast; Sima Lue had to run to catch up.

Just before getting in the car, Chen Yi suddenly asked: "To obtain such miraculous skills, how much are you willing to pay?"

"What do you mean?"

"I think your medical skills are not bad, and you have a sense of responsibility; your courage also seems not small." Chen Yi smiled and said: "I have an industry overseas; I need a doctor like you. If you are willing, I am willing to share with you everything about the surgery you want to know."

Divine Art is not an unspeakable secret; in the Saint Qiao Kingdom, every Knight will actively state their faith, thereby gaining people's understanding in certain aspects. Thus they obtained a proportion of Holy Knights far surpassing that of the West Continent. And in the West Continent, some major Family Knights also publicly state their main faith, especially subjective faith, likewise to gain understanding. Some small City-state Knights are subject to more restrictions; they must be careful of enemy sabotage. For example, Yin Senyong's "Mercy" faith easily encounters some difficult contradictions. And faiths like "Honesty" or "Humility and Modesty" have strong subjectivity and are not easily influenced or designed by others.

Sima Lue found it ridiculous; no matter how he said it, he was a chief physician of a Grade A Hospital.

However, Chen Yi's expression forced him to take this point seriously.

"This is... some secret operation?"

"I know you are divorced, have a son, but he is in the mother's custody; both parents are deceased; family connections are simple..." Chen Yi opened his mobile phone text messages, casually read a couple of sentences, and said: "Your situation is very suitable for going overseas; I can offer you a very high salary. Most importantly, I can help you approach your dream."

Sima Lue frowned and said: "You know what my dream is?"

He thought carefully and felt he wasn't very clear himself.

Chen Yi naturally didn't know either; he laughed loudly and said: "No matter what dream you have, I can help you approach it. Think it over carefully. The standard of overseas Field Hospitals: I'll give you the title of Dean, able to decide on an annual budget of over 20 million US Dollars; the establishment is 150 doctors, over 300 nurses and nursing aides. This condition is not permanently valid; once another doctor accepts the invitation, there will be no Dean position."

He naturally didn't need to say that the establishment, budget, and hospital only existed on paper. However, 20 million US Dollars a year was real and existed; no matter how many doctors, that money would be spent.

Sima Lue couldn't be said to be tempted, but he was no longer indifferent; until the Raptor started and left, he still hadn't come back to his senses.

"Boluo, you drive." Chen Yi released the Car Steering Wheel. He was mourning his loss; the conversation about dreams just now obviously exceeded the standard of Humility and Modesty... Today's loss was especially severe; obviously, making a young person under 20 years old forever humble and modest is very difficult to achieve, especially when not paying attention, it's easy to reveal one's true nature.

Although the gentlemen of the West Continent and the Saint Qiao Kingdom all encourage Knights to choose faiths suitable for their own nature, there is a fact that cannot be ignored: that is, the influence of environment and people. Popular faith is not popular because it fits nature; it is popular because it is not easily influenced by environment and people.

Humility and Modesty is at least controllable.

Perhaps... it can be brushed.

Chen Yi pulled up the text message Chen Zhenxing had sent him, found the consultant's phone number, and called immediately, asking, "Is this Quan Cong?"

"Hello."

"I'm Chen Yi. Did Chen Zhenxing notify you of the mission?"

The other party hesitated for a moment, saying, "Actually, it was the company president who notified me, the president of the consulting company..."

Chen Yi didn't want to pursue Chen Zhenxing, casually saying, "It's fine. Are you available now? I want to discuss the consulting content. Actually it's very simple, specifically, how to demonstrate humility."

"Sorry, I didn't understand."

"I want to specifically demonstrate humility and modesty, the deeper the better, if you can solve this problem." Chen Yi shrugged, saying, "I'll give you a huge benefit."

He also didn't know what benefit Quan Cong needed, but he would always have something he liked.

Quan Cong had seen countless strange projects, so he quickly agreed, saying, "Please give me a specific commission letter, I will complete and return it to you as soon as possible."

Chen Yi did not answer.

Quan Cong immediately changed his tone, saying, "Unless... you want to know now?"

"I don't need a proposal." Chen Yi paused, replying, "Come see me now, we'll start trying immediately, at the same time, get your company moving, make me figure out exactly how many ways there are to demonstrate humility and modesty, wanting them good and fast and numerous, and easy to achieve."

Chen Yi could of course try, judging the extent of humility and modesty from the heat of the Four-pointed Star.

Quan Cong weakly replied, "This isn't my company..."

"If you do it well, it will be yours."

Quan Cong was stunned for a moment, then instantly became full of motivation.

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