Qi Nan was Qin Beiting's personal doctor. He had made up his mind. If they had any more questions, they would just have to endure it.
In the operating room.
Yu He finally saw Qin Beiting.
He lay on the operating table, his eyes tightly shut. On his chiseled face, his complexion was pale, and his thin lips were an unusually vibrant red.
A large bruise covered the back of his hand where the IV drip had been, almost completely obscuring the injection sites.
The normally heroic man now looked like a delicate beauty, lying there so fragile.
Even in his unconscious state, his sharp, sword-like eyebrows were still furrowed, his eyeballs occasionally rolling beneath his eyelids, his expression pained as if trapped in a nightmare.
The life monitor beside him showed that his heart rate and blood pressure were both low.
The situation was more dangerous than Yu He had imagined.
Her fingertips brushed against Qin Beiting's brows. His body was burning hot to the touch, and it scalded her heart too.
"It's a fever caused by an infected wound. We've administered antibiotics and given him fever reducers, but the effect has been minimal," Qi Nan said.
He was very worried that if the fever continued, Qin Beiting's brain would be damaged before his leg was healed.
Yu He gently smoothed Qin Beiting's furrowed brow and opened her silver needle pouch.
She extracted needles, located acupoints, and inserted them with practiced, precise movements.
After a few needles, his pained expression slowly eased.
"Avoid the needles, put on the oxygen mask, and begin the surgery immediately."
Yu He removed the IV drip from Qin Beiting's hand and placed her slender fingers on his wrist, feeling for his pulse.
"Understood," Qi Nan replied.
He had independently performed countless surgeries, big and small. It had been five or six years since he last acted as a surgical assistant, yet he felt no awkwardness at being directed again. In fact, he was amazed by this operation.
This was the first time he had ever seen someone so perfectly integrate traditional Chinese acupuncture with Western medicine for a high-risk surgery.
Her slim figure was accentuated by the green surgical gown. She stood by the operating table, her head bowed, her gaze focused, her movements precise and steady.
...
Outside the operating room.
Lu Yiming paced back and forth in the hallway, occasionally glancing up at the closed operating room door. His brows were furrowed so deeply they could have trapped a mosquito.
The few doctors who were waiting with him also looked on.
"Captain Lu, shouldn't we inform Qin's family about Young Master Qin's condition?" one of the men, who looked to be in his forties, wore thick glasses, and was balding, asked.
His name was Jiang Liang, the baldest among the attending doctors.
Qin Beiting was the former captain of the special forces unit "Azure Wolf," the head of the four major families, and the younger brother of the Qin family patriarch. If the surgery failed and he died here, they wouldn't be able to bear the responsibility.
"Not yet!" Lu Yiming said, then paused and added solemnly, "News of Brother Ting's accident must be kept confidential! It cannot be leaked!"
He knew a little about Qin Beiting's situation within the Qin family. The family members were all coveting the shares that Old Master Qin had left him.
If they knew Qin Beiting was in trouble, they would undoubtedly find ways to transfer his shares to prevent them from going to charity.
Not only that, but the forces secretly targeting Xing Que, as well as internal conflicts within the organization, would all trigger a chain reaction.
Therefore, news of Qin Beiting's injury must not get out.
"Yes!" the doctors replied solemnly.
"But don't we need Qin Shao's relatives to sign the informed consent form for this surgery..."
Jiang Liang hesitated for a long time before producing an unsigned consent form.
In fact, given Qin Beiting's special status and circumstances, this consent form wasn't strictly necessary. However, since the surgery wasn't being performed by him, he didn't want to be held responsible for someone else's actions.
Lu Yiming glanced at the surgical consent form and then at the embarrassed expressions of the doctors. He understood.
None of them trusted Yu He's medical skills and didn't want to be the scapegoats in the end.
This feeling of being distrusted made him a little angry.
"No need to sign. Sister-in-law is in there!"
"Sis-ter-in-law? Sister-in-law?" Jiang Liang was shocked.
Not only him, but the other doctors were also stunned.
Sister-in-law?
Did they mean what they thought?
When had Qin Beiting gotten married?
That young girl looked barely an adult.
The burly men looked at Lu Yiming with curiosity, but none dared to gossip.
...
The pitch-black night sky outside enveloped the world. The agonizing wait, the anxiety, felt like centuries. Finally, the first light of dawn broke through.
In the operating room.
Fine sweat dotted Yu He's smooth forehead. With her left hand, she steadily held forceps, extracting a bullet covered in blood.
"Clink..." The bullet landed on a metal dish, making an unusually loud sound in the operating room, where only the hum of machines could be heard.
Qi Nan's eyes lit up, and a surge of immense joy washed over him.
It was successful!
Looking at the data on the life monitor, everything was normal!
He and several doctors, known as 'saints of medicine,' had deliberated for over ten hours without devising a viable surgical plan.
Yu He had merely glanced at the CT scans, taken a pulse, and begun the surgery, and it was successful!
She was simply a divine doctor!
Qi Nan suddenly thought of the unnamed divine doctor and realized that there was no need to find him. This was their divine doctor, right here!
"Come here, suture the wound," Yu He said.
While Qi Nan was suturing the wound, she gave Qin Beiting a few more acupuncture treatments.
The surgery was over.
Qi Nan went to open the operating room door. Yu He removed her gloves and gently stroked Qin Beiting's face, finally exhaling a sigh of relief.
His temperature was still a bit high, but the fever had broken. His lips had returned to their natural color, and his expression was peaceful.
Except for his pale complexion, he looked like a prince sleeping peacefully, waiting for his princess to kiss him awake.
Outside the operating room.
When Lu Yiming saw the red light above the operating room turn off, he immediately rushed to the door.
"How is it?" he asked as soon as the door opened.
Qi Nan emerged first, his face showing the exhaustion that comes with intense mental exertion followed by relaxation.
Seeing his expression, the other doctors' hearts sank.
It's over, the surgery failed?!
Qin Beiting is dead?!
Are they going to die too?!
"Captain Lu, I'm sorry. If only I had stopped him last night, or insisted on entering the operating room with him, Young Master Qin wouldn't have died in his prime."
Jiang Liang fell to his knees with a thud, his face filled with self-reproach.
Seeing this, the other doctors hesitated, wondering if they should do the same.
"Bah, bah, bah, who died in their prime!" Qi Nan spat several times. "The surgery was a great success! His leg is saved!"
"Really?!" the balding man exclaimed in surprise.
Qi Nan ignored him and turned back into the operating room to help Yu He push Qin Beiting out.
The surgery was truly successful!
These men, who were considered 'saints of medicine,' were actually inferior to a young girl!
The doctors who had been considering kneeling immediately did so, proving their submission with actions.
"Sister-in-law, you are mighty, Sister-in-law, you are skilled, Sister-in-law, you've worked hard."
Yu He: "?"