The female police officer's mind went blank as she saw through Han Lang's identity. When she came to her senses, she realized she might have misunderstood something.
Firstly, a dignified martial artist would not be the criminal reported by her superiors who had used a gun to injure someone. At least, for someone of that caliber, dealing with ordinary people wouldn't necessitate the use of a "gun."
Secondly, judging by the precision of the finger-blades condensed by the man before her, his control over his internal martial energy was absolutely peak. A martial artist capable of such a feat could kill with a mere wave of his hand if he truly wished to. Why would it have been the scene she witnessed then?
Thinking this, her pretty face flushed with embarrassment. As she silently put away her service pistol, she said sheepishly, "I'm sorry! I misunderstood. Please continue!"
Han Lang hadn't taken it seriously to begin with. He immediately withdrew his gaze and, without any response to the female officer, continued to focus on treating Ma Long's injuries.
"The bullet is lodged between two ribs. Although it hasn't injured any internal organs, it's very close to the heart! Also, the two ribs are broken because of it, so I need to remove the bullet first, and then I'll set your bones!"
"Yes, please proceed!"
Ma Long had absolute trust in Han Lang's medical skills. He nodded decisively, signaling Han Lang to proceed boldly.
However, this time, Han Lang wasn't as relaxed as Ma Long had imagined. Instead, his expression was solemn, and the female officer beside them noticed something amiss.
The bullet was indeed stuck between the ribs as Han Lang had said. Although it hadn't injured any internal organs yet, all of this could only be attributed to luck. This was because the bullet had already pressed against the heart, and its position was extremely tricky. No matter how skilled a surgeon, it would be impossible to easily remove the bullet without injuring the heart. Even the female officer, who was also a martial artist, or other martial artists with cultivation far exceeding hers, might not have been able to achieve this.
Yet, Han Lang extended his hand without hesitation.
Seeing this, the female officer was terrified. Her eyes widened in shock as she watched Han Lang's fingers inch closer to the bullet. While others might not understand the danger of this action, she was perfectly aware of it. With the slightest mistake, the injured person before them could meet his end.
She couldn't understand why Han Lang was so reckless, but at this moment, she dared not speak out to disturb him. She could only inwardly scorn Han Lang from head to toe while holding her breath and praying for everything to go smoothly.
Han Lang was naturally unaware of the female officer's inner thoughts. At this moment, he dared not relax even an iota, focusing all his attention on activating his divine sense.
Instantly, tens of thousands of tiny spiritual energy threads burst forth from his fingertips. Under the precise control of his divine sense, these tiny threads acted like hands, gently and without error, slowly enveloping the bullet. Once confirmed, he carefully pulled it out bit by bit.
The air seemed to freeze, and time ticked by second by second.
Suddenly,
Han Lang yanked his fingers back.
"Clink!"
The metallic sound of the bullet hitting the floor made everyone breathe a sigh of relief. The female officer couldn't help but instinctively pat her chest.
She looked at Han Lang, who remained as calm as ever, with a smile. Her gaze no longer held the contempt from before; instead, it was filled with admiration and surprise.
She truly hadn't expected that this man, who appeared to be of similar age and strength to herself, could control his martial energy with such exquisite precision!
What amazed her even more was that after removing the bullet, Han Lang didn't pause. Instead, with practiced ease, he continued to control his divine sense and effortlessly rejoined Ma Long's fractured ribs.
Finally, he placed his palm over the wound. Thousands of tiny thread-like spiritual energies gradually entered from both sides of the wound, pulling the torn flesh and skin together from the inside out.
When he removed his hand, Ma Long's wound was as good as new, as if by magic. If not for the residual bloodstains on his chest, the female officer might have doubted if he had ever been injured.
"All done! Rest well for a couple of days, and you'll be fine."
Han Lang let out a long sigh. The high-intensity use of his divine sense had left him somewhat dazed. If not for the peak control over spiritual energy from the alchemy techniques in the memories of the Medicine Venerable from another world, he would have had no confidence in achieving this.
Ma Long, on the other hand, was completely unaware. He sat up excitedly, carefully moved his arm, and after a thorough examination, said joyfully,
"Amazing! There's no pulling pain at all. And the wound looks perfectly normal. Young sir, your technique is even more incredible than nanotechnology!"
Han Lang smiled and didn't respond.
Seeing that Ma Long was unharmed, Wang Fang finally felt completely at ease. However, seeing him behave so casually in front of Han Lang, she couldn't help but glare at Ma Long and scold him playfully, "What a show-off! Last time you had your leg fixed, you said it didn't hurt at all, but then as soon as the nerve block wore off, you were screaming in pain. Do you think no one knows, huh?"
Ma Long looked embarrassed.
Last time, when his broken leg bones were reset, he had been in excruciating pain after the nerve block wore off. If Wang Fang hadn't happened to pass by and given him some painkillers, he wouldn't have known how to get through those days.
"Manager Wang! Didn't you promise not to tell anyone about this? Besides, there's a guest here!"
Ma Long said with a mortified expression, pointing to the female officer beside them. Han Lang and Wang Fang then remembered that someone had been standing there all along, and their eyes simultaneously turned to the female officer.
Feeling their intense gazes, the female officer became flustered.
Just then, police sirens blared from all around, and a large number of officers alighted from their vehicles. Some quickly subdued the groaning Sang Biao and his group, while others took out small notebooks to gather information from the surrounding witnesses.
Seeing this, the female officer, in a moment of inspiration, pulled a small notebook from her jacket pocket and, assuming a righteous demeanor, said to Han Lang and the others,
"Hello, comrades! We received a report of a violent shooting incident nearby and need to conduct a brief inquiry with you. We ask for your cooperation!"
The three exchanged glances. They couldn't keep up with the female officer's train of thought. She had witnessed the entire process of treating the victim and should have understood the circumstances of the incident. Yet, her current demeanor didn't seem like a joke.
Helplessly, Han Lang braced himself and replied, "Officer, please ask. We will cooperate!"
The awkwardness dispelled, and the female officer felt a surge of pride in her quick thinking. Out of professional habit, she casually asked, "Name?"
"Han Lang!"
Upon hearing these words, the female officer suddenly looked as if she had seen something terrifying. Her eyes widened in disbelief, and she involuntarily raised her voice in surprise, asking,
"Your name is Han Lang?"
Han Lang was completely bewildered, not understanding what the female officer was trying to achieve. He replied somewhat sheepishly, "Yes, is there a problem, Officer?"
As if she hadn't heard Han Lang's question, the female officer's mind rapidly connected everything she had seen.
Martial artist, doctor, age…
Everything seemed to align with the divine doctor her father had recently met.
However, wasn't that divine doctor a traditional Chinese medicine practitioner? Did TCM practitioners also perform surgery?
With questions swirling, she asked again, still in disbelief, "Are you… a TCM practitioner?"
Han Lang was even more confused. The female officer's questions seemed to have no necessary connection to the case.
Uncertain, he exchanged a bewildered glance with Wang Fang and Ma Long, and nodded dazedly like a man who couldn't figure anything out.
"Yes, why?"
Having verified her guess, the female officer appeared somewhat excited. As she calmed herself down, she was about to say something when a surprised shout came from nearby.
"Captain Tang? You're here too?"