The Extraordinary Urban God of Medicine-Chapter 6 - : Back from the Dead
6 Chapter 6: Back from the Dead
Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation
Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation
Inside the ambulance.
Lin Jing lay on the cold surgical table like Sleeping Beauty, showing no signs of life. The atmosphere was heavy with grief.
Two nurses were preparing to disconnect the IV and lifesaving equipment.
“Wait!” Huang Xiaolong shouted sharply.
The two nurses jumped in fright and halted their actions, looking over with questioning eyes.
Upon entering the ambulance, Huang Xiaolong took on an air of gravity, even emanating an invincible aura like a great scholar, startling the middle-aged female doctor beside him.
The middle-aged woman felt an illusion, as if she had returned to her time as an intern, entering the emergency room with her mentor…
Song Yuru, Hong Quantao, Zou Shi, and the police officers and plainclothes personnel all crowded in, but Huang Xiaolong didn’t glance back and ordered coldly. “All men, get out.”
This command exuded an irresistibly authoritative aura, compelling every man to unconsciously leave the ambulance, leaving only Song Yuru to follow him inside.
Huang Xiaolong quickly walked up to the surgical table, glancing at the electrocardiogram monitor, which showed that Lin Jing’s heart had stopped beating. Feeling her pulse, there were faint traces of vitality, like a candle flickering in the wind, ready to go out at any moment.
Based on her current condition, Lin Jing’s heart had stopped before any surgery could be attempted, and the doctors had declared her death unsuccessful in resuscitation.
At that moment, Huang Xiaolong’s pupils turned pitch black. Through his sight, a figure-like shadow was slowly drifting from Lin Jing’s head.
It was the soul!
The so-called soul – once Lin Jing’s soul left her body, it means she had truly died, beyond even the Daluo Golden Immortal’s attempt to save her!
In a flash, Huang Xiaolong took out from his pocket a big handful of crumpled yellow papers.
Well, more accurately, a big handful of talisman scripts.
Huang Xiaolong selected one, and pasted it directly on Lin Jing’s forehead.
The Talisman of Soul Fixation!
A dazzling golden light flashed, and the soul that was about to leave Lin Jing’s body was forcefully staved off.
Simultaneously, the talisman started to ignite.
“What…What are you doing?” The middle-aged woman doctor looked bewildered, “Are you…a Taoist priest?”
If it wasn’t for Huang Xiaolong’s transcendental demeanor at that moment, the middle-aged woman doctor would have already stormed off, pushing him out.
“I only have five minutes. I must finish this operation before the talisman scripts burn out. Give me sterile gloves and a scalpel.” Huang Xiaolong demanded seriously.
The middle-aged woman doctor scrutinized Huang Xiaolong for a few seconds, and in a vasati-driven manner, handed the sterile gloves and scalpel to him.
Huang Xiaolong quickly put on the gloves, unbuttoned Lin Jing’s blouse.
Underneath was a black half-cup lace bra, the deep cleavage enticing.
Huang Xiaolong didn’t have time to admire, his eyes narrowed slightly, blade flashing through!
Onlookers only saw a swift flash of the blade, and Lin Jing’s chest area was already cut open.
That swift and precise move, flawless as a butcher dissecting an ox!
“This…” The middle-aged woman doctor and two nurses all sucked in a breath of cold air.
They had performed countless surgeries across numerous specialisations, yet they had never witnessed such precision in surgical cuts!
After quickly establishing a dissection plane to reveal the heart, Huang Xiaolong passed the scalpel, which Song Yuru hurriedly grabbed.
Next, Huang Xiaolong astonishingly inserted his hand, his fingers dancing with the grace of a pipa player combined with the demure elegance of a virtuous monk pressing a flower, upon Lin Jing’s motionless heart!
The two nurses exchanged puzzled glances, completely mystified by Huang Xiaolong’s actions.
The middle-aged female doctor’s body jolted, her eyes emitting a fervent radiance, she whispered in a shaky voice. “This…this…this is the ‘Intrathoracic Cardiac Massage’ proposed by Professor Ouyang…In the event of accidental injury, as long as the heart isn’t directly damaged, once the heart stops beating, if ‘Intrathoracic Cardiac Massage’ is performed within 5 to 10 minutes, there is a 1% chance of restarting the heart… This theory is also known as the ‘Ouyang Compression Technique’. However, Professor Ouyang passed away shortly after proposing this theory; he didn’t even have a chance to verify it clinically…”
Huang Xiaolong’s fingers flitted rapidly with phantom-like speed. Pluck, press, flick, pinch, tap, knead, rub… a myriad of techniques were employed in succession.
Beading sweat trickled down his furrowed brow.
Time passed by the second. On the cardiac monitor, Lin Jing’s heart rate remained as still as stagnant water. The Soul Holding Talisman pasted on her forehead was nearly burnt out!
Watching Huang Xiaolong’s intense concentration, his nearly graceful technique, his extraordinary and unworldly temperament, a sudden thrill shot through Song Ruyu’s heart, touching some corner deep inside her heart. She took out a pack of tissues and tenderly wiped the beads of perspiration on Huang Xiaolong’s forehead.
Suddenly, there was a beep…!
The motionless cardiac monitor unexpectedly skipped a beat!
This subtle signal was like the explosion of a time bomb, startling everyone inside the ambulance!
A joy struck Huang Xiaolong’s heart, and he quickened his movements!
Beep-beep~beep-beep~beep-beep-beep~beep-beep-beep-beep-beep~
Finally, Lin Jing’s heart started beating again!
“Miracle! It’s a miracle! This is a miracle in the global medical community!” the middle-aged female doctor exclaimed, tears gleaming in her eyes. She put her hands together in reverence, her face full of awe and admiration.
“Connect to the cardiopulmonary resuscitation device,” Huang Xiaolong ordered in a cool tone. “Hand me the surgical forceps.”
The middle-aged female doctor and the two nurses obeyed with looks of admiration. They felt a kind of astonished gratitude, as though assisting Huang Xiaolong was the greatest honor in their lives.
Huang Xiaolong took the surgical forceps and skilfully removed the bullet lodged inside Lin Jing’s body, without the help of a microscope.
The last step was to suture the wound.
Like a precise surgical robot, Huang Xiaolong’s every stitch was elegant, calm, and just right. In less than a minute, he had sutured the incision on Lin Jing’s heart region.
At a glance, the spot was so immaculate, it was as if a cut have never been made!
Only after completing everything did Huang Xiaolong finally breathe a sigh of relief. Smiling at the middle-aged female doctor, he said, “That should do it. I believe you all can handle the rest.”
“Yes,” the middle-aged female doctor replied, her face full of admiration. After a pause, she suddenly made a deep bow to Huang Xiaolong. “Can… Can I apprentice under you?”
“Huh? Are you sure?” Huang Xiaolong was dumbfounded.
“There is no order to learning, the accomplished serves as the master,” the middle-aged female doctor earnestly replied. “Please grant me this opportunity; I promise to study hard… Master, do you have any relation to Professor Ouyang?”
“Um~~~ You all should just take care of things here…” Huang Xiaolong shook his head slightly, then held Song Yuru’s hand as they stepped outside. “My big wife, we are no longer needed here, let’s go.’
As they stepped out of the ambulance, the corner of Huang Xiaolong’s lips curled into a mischievous smirk. He muttered in a low voice, “The medical skills of that old ghost, Ouyang Zhuang, are not bad. Hehe, lucky I picked up a few tricks from him. Even saved the beautiful girl here…Hmm, when I have the time, I should fish him out from the River of Oblivion and grant him a chance to reincarnate…”
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