Chapter 1031: All Martial Arts Under Heaven, Only Speed Cannot Be Broken

The cold scalpel landed on Yang Jing's abdomen; Doctor Liu's hand was both fast and steady.

The pale, ghastly light of the shadowless lamp beat down, and the moment the blade sliced open the skin, even the air tightened.

To others, it looked like a perilous, life-threatening condition, but in her hands, it seemed completely under control; the depth and precision of every incision were extreme, without the slightest deviation.

Fang Deng stood to the side assisting throughout, her gaze fixed tightly on the various values jumping on the monitor, her expression tense.

She had collaborated with her senior sister many times, but this time she was exceptionally nervous; on one hand, a relative was undergoing surgery, and on the other, this surgery was of extremely high risk—even the old Experts she knew dared not take it.

The moment the gauze touched the blood, her hand tightened, yet her senior sister's hand remained as steady as if it were welded to the operating table.

Sitting in the monitoring room outside the operating theater were over a dozen eight-year doctoral students from the hospital and ten young physicians.

Even Deputy Dean Li Xuejun and several Vice Directors of Surgery were among the onlookers.

They had practiced medicine for decades and had never encountered a patient with so many complex symptoms gathered together.

Usually, an Expert only needs to encounter one complex symptom, yet here were three complex symptoms meeting at once.

Li Xuejun stared at the screen with a tense expression, and a young physician nearby muttered: "Doctor Liu went to Africa and seems even more confident; the scalpel in her hand seems to have grown eyes."

Another young doctor said: "You can't tell anything yet; this patient's platelet count is very low, there will definitely be problems during the surgery..."

The surgery continued to be performed; Doctor Liu was not afraid, and she made the incision to extract the fetus very large.

The observation group outside began to discuss it again.

A senior surgical Expert said: "Nonsense, with the patient's platelet count so low, how could she make such a large incision?"

Li Xuejun waved his hand, signaling everyone to be quiet; although he was not a surgeon, his many years of experience also told him that Doctor Liu's approach this time was very unusual.

The assistant Fang Deng was not just doing simple retracting and monitoring of instruments; she was directly hands-on.

On the operating table, four hands were working, naturally faster than two.

Their hands were like they were controlled by a single brain; with one gesture from Doctor Liu, Fang Deng understood.

Left hand clamping, right hand suturing, they coordinated like fingertips dancing in sync on piano keys.

Detaching the adherent placenta, stopping the bleeding, suturing, separating—the four hands looked busy and chaotic, but in reality, each performed its own duty, fast enough to dazzle the eyes.

"Blood pressure dropping! Ninety-five over fifty-three! Heart rate over one hundred twenty!" the nurse shouted urgently.

The monitor's curve jumped violently, and the harsh beeping alarm instantly pierced the deathly silence of the operating room. That green line shot upward like it had gone mad, the numbers flashed red, and the alarm light spun incessantly. Yang Jing's complexion turned gray and defeated in an instant, her lips began to turn bluish-purple, her limbs began to twitch unconsciously, and her heart's load was on the verge of total collapse.

"Acute heart failure! Prepare the cardiac stimulant! Defibrillator charging to one hundred fifty joules!" Doctor Liu's speech was extremely fast, her hands never stopping for a second.

While precisely pressing on the parturient's chest to assist the heart, she administered medication with precision, her eyes sharp and calm, without the slightest panic.

The moment the needle pierced in, her thumb pushed it in steadily and accurately.

Fang Deng immediately cooperated by increasing oxygen pressure and precisely adjusting the infusion flow rate, holding Yang Jing's vital signs steady at all costs.

Her forehead was covered in sweat, yet she didn't even have a moment to wipe it.

Ma Rui, guarding outside the operating room, was already pale as a sheet.

He looked at He Yuzhu, as if wanting him to cast a spell to save Yang Jing.

His lips trembled, unable to say a coherent sentence, and his fists were clenched until his knuckles turned white.

He Yuzhu patted his shoulder and said: "Don't worry, Doctor Liu is no simple person; I saw her save people in Africa, her level is very high, she is a natural surgeon."

Basically everyone from Ma Rui's company had come: Liu Wei, Yu Zhiwei, Chen Jiadong, Liu Yuan... they were also constantly comforting Ma Rui.

Liu Yuan handed over a bottle of water, Ma Rui took it, and the water bottle dropped straight to the ground.

"Uncle, please cast a divination for me, can Yang Jing live? Even if we don't keep the child, it's fine." Ma Rui's voice was hoarse and trembling, his eye sockets red, his whole person on the verge of collapse.

He Yuzhu was caught between laughter and tears and said: "I've calculated it for you, mother and child are safe, and Yang Jing will even have better health because of this illness; her several ailments have also been cured by Doctor Liu."

These words that He Yuzhu made up on the spot had a great effect on Ma Rui.

He had trusted this uncle since he was a child; after hearing this, his eyes immediately lit up, and he waved his fist hard and said: "Uncle, I believe you!" The layer of gray defeat in his eyes seemed to be shattered by something, and a glimmer of light reignited.

Inside the operating room, as a dose of cardiac stimulant took effect, combined with precise physical intervention, the monitor's chaotic curve gradually stabilized.

The green line began to go down, the alarm stopped, and the numbers adjusted back bit by bit.

The falling blood pressure slowly rose back up... Yang Jing had taken a trip to the gates of hell and returned.

The nurse and Fang Deng both let out a long sigh of relief, their backs already soaked through with cold sweat.

Only then did Fang Deng realize that her hand holding the hemostatic forceps was trembling slightly.

Doctor Liu did not feel surprised; this was within her expectations.

The nurse wiped the sweat from her forehead.

Her hands still did not stop; taking advantage of the patient's stable vital signs, she quickly detached the last part of the placenta.

"Fetus delivered!"

Doctor Liu handed the infant to the nurse, the nurse wiped the blood off the infant's body and gently patted the infant's little bottom; "Ah!" a clear infant cry rang out, and the tense atmosphere in the operating room instantly eased.

Several nurses looked at each other, and finally, a hint of a smile appeared on the corners of their mouths.

A lead nurse immediately handed the infant to a nurse in charge of the infant, and that nurse began to weigh and register the infant, her movements nimble and swift.

The child had landed safely, but the biggest hurdle had still not been completely overcome.

Neither Doctor Liu nor Fang Deng dared to slacken; the placental implantation site was extremely prone to triggering postoperative hemorrhage and DIC chain reactions, and coupled with the parturient's extremely poor heart condition, the slightest carelessness could still lead to failure.

Doctor Liu's eyes narrowed, and she said in a low voice: "I will suture, you monitor blood oxygen and heart function!"

"Okay." Fang Deng took off her gloves, her expression also relaxing.

Doctor Liu's fingertips flew, the fine suture thread weaving through the wound; her needlework was exquisite, minimizing damage to the wound surface, protecting the abdominal organs, and simultaneously locking the bleeding points firmly.

That curved needle seemed alive in her fingers; entering, exiting, pulling the thread tight—every stitch landed cleanly and decisively.

Another twenty minutes of extremely focused, delicate operation.

When the final stitch was completed, Doctor Liu let out a long breath and straightened her back.

"Surgery finished, the parturient's vital signs are stable, bleeding has stopped, heart failure is completely corrected, and the risk of DIC is eliminated."

As the words fell, all the medical staff in the operating room breathed a collective sigh of relief, their faces showing the joy of those who had survived a disaster.

In the observation room, a burst of enthusiastic applause erupted.

Vice Dean Li said, "This surgery can be used for teaching."

The surgical Expert who had previously criticized Doctor Liu kept shaking his head, muttering, "How come none of those anticipated risks appeared?"

A middle-aged doctor said, "In all the world's martial arts... only speed is invincible. Look at the surgery time Doctor Liu used; it is one-third that of an ordinary doctor. This is the most core skill."

Everyone kept nodding.

In the operating room, everyone finally relaxed.

A hint of a smile also surfaced in Fang Deng's eyes, and she praised sincerely, "Senior Sister, I haven't seen you for a year, and your level has climbed another step."

Doctor Liu wiped her sweat and said, "Africa wasn't visited in vain; there are many strange illnesses there, and it's possible to perform over a dozen surgeries a day, so I've gained more experience..."

"Senior Sister, those are all external factors; it's still because your talent is high. Only you could perfectly pull off this desperate surgery," Fang Deng praised from the bottom of her heart.

Doctor Liu smiled faintly and said, "Your level isn't low either... you just need to be a bit bolder."

Fang Deng nodded, "Actually, I had thought of the method you used, but I didn't dare to use it!"

Doctor Liu nodded.

The operating room door slowly pushed open.

Ma Rui almost stumbled as he rushed up, shouting, "Doctor Liu! How is Yang Jing?"

"You are a good person, asking about the adult first without even asking about the child... both mother and child are safe," Doctor Liu said slowly.

Fang Deng said, "Little brother, you need to thank Doctor Liu; Yang Jing was practically snatched back from the hands of the King of Hell by her."

Ma Rui's nerves suddenly relaxed, and tears gushed out once more. Following his cheeks, they hit the floor; he bent his waist, his shoulders shaking violently.

He bowed deeply to Doctor Liu and Fang Deng, his voice choked with sobs: "Thank you! Especially Doctor Liu! You are the savior of our family!"

He Yuzhu, standing to the side, watched the situation that had completely settled down, and a look of relief finally appeared on his face.

"No need to be so polite," Doctor Liu said as she walked toward He Yuzhu, lowering her voice to say, "The surgery is finished, has the contract been signed?"

He Yuzhu handed a piece of paper he had signed to Doctor Liu, "As long as it is not illegal or undisciplined, if you have any matters, I, He Yuzhu, will absolutely assist with all my strength and will never refuse."

"Accompany me to a meal first!" Doctor Liu said.

He Yuzhu looked at the people around them, "Let's go together!"