C3 At Stake

From the data, the patient appeared to die at any moment.

Other than Su Yang, who was still calm, everyone else at the scene panicked. Even the middle-aged expert who was showing off his strength was also silent. From the data, it could be seen that there was no longer any need for the patient to be transferred to another hospital.

The group of experts was powerless. The only thing they could do was sit here and wait for their deaths.

Although the old man didn't know much about medicine and couldn't understand complicated instruments, he immediately understood when he saw the expression of the group of experts. His entire body immediately collapsed as he powerlessly squatted on the ground and leant against the bed with a lifeless look in his eyes.

Su Yang pushed aside the middle-aged specialist who was standing beside him, looked at the old man and said, "Sir, although the patient's condition is very bad, but there is still a chance to cure her. Please rest on the side, I will begin the operation now."

Hearing this, the old man's eyes lit up as if he had seen a ray of light in the pitch black night. The old man immediately stood up and said, "Doctor, if you can cure my son, I will repay you greatly."

Su Yang smiled and said, "Healing and saving people is my duty. Old sir, you should rest over there. I'm going to start the operation." With that, Su Yang nodded at Chen Biyao, who was standing opposite of him, indicating that the fight could begin.

Ever since Su Yang entered the hospital, he had never smiled. Now that he saw her, Chen Biyao's face slightly blushed as her heartbeat quickened. Su Yang's smile was as warm as the winter sun shining on his body.

"Crap, we can't find the anesthetic." Chen Biyao hastily said. "Dr Su, wait a moment, I'll go get the anesthetic."

Su Yang said calmly, "It's too late, let's begin."

The middle-aged expert immediately said, "Su Yang, are you crazy? This type of surgery requires general anesthesia, and yet you don't use anesthetic. Your medical license was bought, right? "

The middle-aged expert turned to the old man and said, "Sir, your son's condition is hopeless now. I recommend that you arrange for him to have an emergency. Also, stop Su Yang from having the operation immediately and try to keep his body intact."

"Even if there is a sliver of hope, I still want to give it a try." Although the old man pretended to be calm, his hands were trembling as he faced his son who was on the verge of death. The old man's chest was heaving violently, and his spirit was on the verge of collapse, relying only on a sliver of hope to survive.

Right now, the old man only had one thought on his mind.

Su Yang stared coldly at the middle-aged expert and said with a cold voice, "I'm treating the patient, don't disturb me." With that, Su Yang quickly pressed a few points on the patient's body.

As the old man saw this, his eyes flashed with a bright light. This was … This was the method of acupuncture. Could the doctor before him be an otherworldly expert?

"Can I use the anesthetic?" Chen Biyao asked doubtfully.

"No problem, believe me." Su Yang picked up the scalpel and played with it a few times. The scalpel quickly rotated on Su Yang's nimble fingers as if he was doing acrobatics.

What kind of method was this?

Everyone looked at Su Yang in astonishment. They could not understand what Su Yang was trying to do.

Su Yang was also troubled. Su Yang had not gotten used to the body that he had obtained. Furthermore, the physique of his body was weak and could not keep up with Su Yang's thoughts. Thus, he could only practice first.

Suddenly, a cold light flashed. Before everyone could clearly see Su Yang's actions, the patient's abdomen had been cut open. Su Yang waved the scalpel and a cold light burst out, directly penetrating the patient's abdomen.

What kind of blade technique was this? Why does it sound like an acrobatic?

Before everyone could regain their wits, a cold light flashed in front of their eyes. Su Yang had stopped, there was a piece of rotten meat on his left hand, and it was emitting a terrible stench.

This piece of rotten meat was full of blood vessels and it was very thick. During the daily operations, it would take at least three hours to perform this kind of surgery, because there were too many blood vessels. If she wasn't careful, it might cause her to lose too much blood.

Soon after, Chen Biyao's gaze fell on the patient's body and quickly checked the wound. She was surprised to find that Su Yang's knife technique was not only fast, but also perfect, showing no signs of bleeding. This meant that the operation was a success.

According to common sense, a small incision should be made first. After careful observation, the knife would be used. However, after Su Yang had the incision, the knife immediately moved without looking. It seemed like Su Yang was very clear on the patient's condition, even the location of the large amount of blood vessels.

How did he do it? Chen Biyao racked her brain and recalled all the medical knowledge she had learned. She couldn't explain what she had just seen. It was too shocking. Chen Biyao felt like she was an ignorant intern in front of Su Yang.

Su Yang threw the rotten meat to the side and said to Chen Biyao, "Suture the wound, I want to continue the operation."

"Is it not over?" Chen Biyao asked doubtfully while she prepared the sewing tools.

Su Yang said in a deep voice, "When you examined the patient just now, didn't you find that the lesion on his abdomen had started to metastasize?"

"Yes, but according to the current situation, you have removed the lesion before it could metastasize." Chen Biyao answered.

Su Yang shook his head and said, "Just sew it up. You'll understand when I finish the operation." With that, Su Yang raised the scalpel and activated the Spiritual Sense to check the patient's body. At the same time, Su Yang pressed his left hand on the patient's chest.

The crowd could not understand Su Yang's actions at all. Looking at his posture, it was as if he was aiming at the patient's chest and was ready to stab him.

Suddenly, Su Yang's eyes flashed with a cold light. Under the shocked eyes of the crowd, he quickly stabbed the scalpel into the patient's chest, the tip of the scalpel was lifted a little, bringing with it a sliver of thick black air. Su Yang's face suddenly turned cold, it seemed more serious than he had imagined, so Su Yang decisively threw the scalpel.

After that, Su Yang sat on the ground while panting heavily. His clothes were already drenched in sweat. That move just now exhausted Su Yang's entire strength, causing him to lose his ability to stand.

Chen Biyao hurriedly squatted down and supported Su Yang. She asked with concern, "Su Yang, what's wrong?"

"It's nothing, I'm just a little tired. The operation is done, the patient should be recovering soon." Su Yang took a deep breath. The physique of this body was too weak. It did not have any foundation for cultivation. Just by casting a spell, he almost collapsed from exhaustion.