"Elder Song, absolutely not."
As soon as Song Donglou finished speaking, a middle-aged doctor wearing glasses beside him turned pale and immediately spoke up, "Elder Song, how can you make such a bet with this brat? Please take back your words."
"What, Xiao Lin, do you think I'll lose to him?"
Song Donglou looked at the middle-aged doctor and snorted, "You don't really think this kid can cure Madam Nan's daughter, do you?"
"Of course not."
The middle-aged doctor replied, "You are the best emergency physician in Nanling. You've been practicing medicine for forty years, saving no less than eight thousand patients. You are recognized as the number one divine doctor in Nanling."
"Since you say this girl is beyond saving, then she is indeed beyond saving. I won't doubt this, and neither will anyone else."
"It's just that..."
The middle-aged doctor voiced his concern, "You are highly respected. If word gets out that you made a bet with this brat over this matter, people outside might slander you, saying you are narrow-minded, can't tolerate others' opinions, and are arguing with a mere youngster."
"We who have followed you for over twenty years know your character and that your achievements today were hard-earned through blood, sweat, and tears. Therefore, we truly don't wish for you to give anyone an excuse to gossip."
"That's right, Elder Song. Not only does Dr. Lin disagree with you betting with this brat, but we also disagree."
After the middle-aged doctor finished speaking, several doctors beside him echoed his sentiments.
"Haha, I've always acted according to my conscience my entire life. When have I ever cared about what others think?"
Hearing everyone's words, Song Donglou burst into laughter. "I've decided on this bet today. Don't say any more, just watch from the side."
He then looked at Shen Lang and said sarcastically, "Kid, since you dare to boast, you must have real skills. Please, let me see how you perform your 'miraculous healing'."
"A bet is fine, but if you lose, the kneeling and apologizing to become my disciple is off the table."
Upon hearing Song Donglou's words, Shen Lang shook his head and said.
"What, kid, finally getting cold feet?"
Song Donglou sneered upon hearing this.
"Cold feet?"
"No, no, no, you're mistaken. Why would I have cold feet?"
Shen Lang shook his head and said, "I just don't want you to get my medical skills for free."
"If you want to learn my medical skills, you can, but you'll have to pay tuition. Ten million, non-negotiable. Can you afford it?"
"You—"
Hearing Shen Lang's words, Song Donglou was enraged.
He was a man of good temper, patient with both his subordinates and patients, and rarely lost his temper.
However, at this moment, he was so infuriated by Shen Lang that his eyes bulged.
"Good, very good..."
Song Donglou pointed at Shen Lang furiously. "Kid, I promise you, if you can truly cure this girl, I will kneel and apologize, and pay ten million as tuition to become your disciple."
"What?"
Hearing Song Donglou's words, everyone present was astonished.
No one had expected that Director Physician Song Donglou, who was so highly respected, would get into an argument with Shen Lang and end up saying something like this.
Not only the others, but Shen Lang himself was equally shocked.
He had just said it casually, with the intention of preventing Song Donglou from arguing with him, but it had backfired.
However, as Shen Lang glanced at the girl on the bed, whose life was hanging by a thread and whose condition was worsening, Shen Lang knew he couldn't waste any more time.
He looked at Song Donglou and said calmly, "Remember your words."
After speaking, without waiting for Song Donglou to react, Shen Lang strode to the bedside and, in a flash, pulled out all the tubes and oxygen mask attached to the girl.
"Kid, what are you doing?"
Seeing Shen Lang's rough movements, Song Donglou and the other doctors were furious and shouted.
But Shen Lang acted as if he hadn't heard them. He supported the girl with his left hand, helping her sit up on the bed, while a Taiyi Divine Needle appeared in his right hand.
Although Song Donglou had a bad temper, his words were true.
This girl had ingested a large amount of Paraquat. Her lungs were fibrotic, and her other organs had also failed. She was merely hanging on by a thread, waiting to die.
However, fate had brought her Shen Lang, and her demise was not yet written.
"Whoosh—"
After stabilizing the girl's body, Shen Lang activated the "Ling Zi Jue" from the Taiyi Divine Needle and then inserted the golden needle into the girl's Lingtai acupoint.
The "Ling Zi Jue" of the Taiyi Divine Needle could repair the patient's failing organs.
As long as the patient had vital signs, Shen Lang could make their failing organs rejuvenate like withered trees in spring.
However, the "Ling Zi Jue" of the Taiyi Divine Needle consumed more true qi than the "Xiu Zi Jue," "Jie Zi Jue," and "Hua Zi Jue."
As the Taiyi Divine Needle was inserted into the girl's body, the true qi in Shen Lang's dantian was rapidly drawn out, as if by a water pump.
In less than two minutes, one-third of the true qi in Shen Lang's body was depleted. His face turned slightly pale, and large beads of sweat broke out on his forehead.
And five minutes later, Shen Lang had only one-fifth of his true qi left. His face was as pale as a white sheet, and he was sweating profusely.
However, within those five minutes, Song Donglou and the other doctors were astonished to find that the girl, who had been barely clinging to life, now had a ruddy complexion and was increasingly full of vitality.
Song Donglou, a physician with over forty years of experience, had eyes sharper than any medical instrument.
"Cardiopulmonary function has returned to normal."
"Kidney function has returned to normal."
"Liver function has returned to normal."
"Spleen function has returned to normal."
"Gastric function has returned to normal."
"Hematopoietic function has also returned to normal..."
The more Song Donglou looked, the more amazed he became, exclaiming repeatedly.
"What?"
Hearing Song Donglou's words, the other doctors' mouths hung open in disbelief. "Elder Song, how can this be?"
Nan Qingyao and Ye Shishi, who were standing nearby, had the same expressions on their faces.
Especially Nan Qingyao, she had clearly witnessed her daughter's gradual recovery.
She couldn't believe Shen Lang was so powerful, capable of achieving all this with a small golden needle, but the facts told her it was all true.
And then, something even more unbelievable happened to Song Donglou and the other doctors.
They watched as Shen Lang withdrew the golden needle, and the girl on the bed suddenly opened her eyes, her entire being radiating youth and vitality.
"Mom—"
"Sister Shishi—"
After scanning the unfamiliar environment for a moment, the girl's eyes finally landed on Nan Qingyao and Ye Shishi. With a look of joy, she leaped off the bed and ran towards them.
"This..."
Seeing this scene, Song Donglou and the other doctors were completely stunned. "No... impossible... this absolutely cannot be real?"
How could the girl, whose organs had been failing just moments ago and whose life was hanging by a thread, recover completely with just one needle inserted into her back by Shen Lang, and radiate such vibrant life?
This... this kid... was he even human?
If he were human, why could he do what no human could?