Urban's Fury: The War Dragon God-Chapter 1363: Dead?

Inside the Emperor Residence, there's a dedicated operating room, equipped with the world's most advanced technology, and this operating room is custom-made for Li Feng.

After all, besides being the Dragon King, Li Feng has another nickname, Surgical Knife.

Wu Qi rushed in from outside, "Don't move."

He stopped the Dragon Guards from moving Old Eagle, stepped forward, crouched down, and looked at the injuries on Old Eagle's body.

The next second, Wu Qi gasped sharply.

The right arm was severed, blood pooled everywhere, and there was a massive wound on the chest, almost cutting from the shoulder to under the ribs, nearly exposing bone.

"It's too late."

Wu Qi bit his teeth; although he didn't want to say it, such an injury was beyond saving, too much blood loss.

One must know a normal person, if an artery ruptures and they miss the optimal three-minute treatment window, they are almost beyond saving.

"Why is it too late? If you can't do it, step aside. The Young Master is already on his way back, he'll be here soon."

The nearby Dragon Guards were naturally unwilling; they've weathered storms together and although they've lost comrades before, such moments are still hard to accept.

"Take Old Eagle to the operating room and wait for the Young Master."

As long as there's a breath left, they won't abandon or give up on any brother.

Wu Qi was rudely pulled aside, and the Dragon Guards went forward to lift Old Eagle.

At that moment, although Old Eagle had lost too much blood, he seemed to have a moment of clarity, raising his hand.

"Old Eagle."

"I'm sorry everyone, I might have to leave first..."

"I can't wait to see the Young Master, tell him for me, that I, Old Eagle, can no longer fight for him."

Old Eagle was extremely weak, taking two breaths to say a sentence, and after speaking, his raised hand fell powerlessly.

"Old Eagle, wake up for me."

The group of Dragon Guards had reddened eyes; who would've thought they'd lose two of their closest brothers on a day like this.

Li Feng rushed into the basement.

"Young Master."

"Young Master, Old Eagle and Leopard..."

"Everyone, shut up."

Li Feng looked at Old Eagle, and Wu Qi whispered from the side, "Senior Brother, too much blood loss, he's beyond saving."

"Who says he's beyond saving."

"I won't let him die, who dares to take him."

"Beicheng Xue."

Li Feng turned to Beicheng Xue: "Control his wound for me, get a stretcher."

Upon hearing Li Feng's command, the Dragon Guards immediately found their backbone and sprang into action.

Old Eagle was placed on a stretcher and sent directly to the operating room.

"Old Eagle's blood is type A, Wu Qi, go to the nearby blood bank and get the blood bags; our stock might not be enough, immediately bring back at least 5,000 CCs of blood."

"Yes, Young Master."

"Wu Qi, Beicheng Xue, Wang Zheng, you three stay as my assistants, everyone else out."

Li Feng gave the unmistakable order, the Dragon Guards turned and left, leaving only four people in the operating room.

"I'll get the blood bags."

Wu Qi studied ancient medicine and was brought in by Li Feng to make some herbal medicine. After taking this job, Wu Qi lived in the Medicine King Pavilion behind the Emperor Residence, attending school during the day and coming back here when free.

As for identity, he's a family pharmacist; when Li Feng is not around, Wu Qi checks on some of the resident staff.

This kind of formation, Wu Qi evidently hadn't seen before—the massive blood loss, even hemorrhagic shock, with life signs lost, heartbeat stopped.

In such a case, even if the Daluo Immortal came down to earth, they couldn't save it.

Though Wu Qi had doubts, she also knew, speaking of such now would only invite a glare; best to do as told first.

Wu Qi bit her lip.

For if it were her own loved one on the brink of death, even knowing they were beyond saving, she would give her all.

"Young Master, I'll prepare the surgical knife."

Wang Zheng, a doctor among the Dragon Guards, naturally couldn't do complex surgeries; he only conducted some battlefield first aid. Before Wu Qi arrived, Wang Zheng used a belt to tie off Old Eagle's severed arm.

But what use was that, when Old Eagle's chest wound was so big it even exposed the internal organs.

Beicheng Xue stood before the operating table, frowning at Li Feng. Wu Qi and Wang Zheng dared not speak, but he did.

"The man is dead, how are you going to save him?"

"Hmm, as long as he's not completely dead, I can save him."

Li Feng said undoubtedly, his eyes scanning Old Eagle's wound: "The severed arm isn't lethal, reattaching it isn't that difficult."

Wu Qi, coming back with the blood bags, heard Li Feng and rolled her eyes; reattaching a severed arm, so lightly spoken?

Though with today's medical technology, it's not impossible, the surgery is highly difficult and the success rate worrying.

But the key issue is time.

At least in this respect, Li Feng returned timely, the severed arm hadn't necrotized yet.

"The gash on his chest looks terrifying, but the opponent broke through the gate first, substantially weakening the sword energy; at the critical moment, Old Eagle blocked it with his arm, protecting the heart vessel."

"So, this gash, while it looks dreadful, didn't injure the internal organs."

Of course, the most crucial thing is the carbon fiber undershirt the Dragon Guards wear beneath their clothes; this layer of carbon fiber undershirt effectively absorbs bullet energy, such as handgun bullets, unless fired at close range, even if they hit won't cause fatal injury.

The bullets won't even penetrate the flesh.

As for cold weapons, the same principle applies; the carbon fiber's flexibility can withstand most damage.

This layer of undershirt essentially saved Old Eagle.

If not for the carbon fiber undershirt, this gash wouldn't merely rend the chest, it would have ended like Leopard.

Leopard's luck was not as good as Old Eagle's; facing the cloaked figure's sword directly was truly beyond saving.

"Young Master, the surgical knife."

"Wu Qi, hang the blood bags first, Beicheng Xue, I need you to assist me in completing the surgery."

Li Feng said.

If it were before, even if Li Feng's surgical knife skills were top-notch, he would have had to declare Old Eagle unsalvageable.

But having opened the Divine Acupoint, Li Feng is now full of confidence.

Details previously hard to observe, with Spiritual Perception in place, the efficiency is increased by an order of magnitude.

Repairing the blood vessels and muscles inside the body is naturally no problem for Li Feng.

"First, suture the chest wound."

Outside the operating room.

The Dragon Guards were restless.

"Can Old Eagle be saved?"

"With the Young Master taking action, how could he not be saved? Do you not trust the Young Master's medical skills; he can work wonders."

One Dragon Guard said blindly, "Besides, don't you hope Old Eagle survives?"

"How could I not hope for that? Old Eagle is my brother too."

"Alright, why are you arguing?"

"If there's even a glimmer of hope, the Young Master wouldn't let Old Eagle die. Don't you believe in the Young Master?"

The Dragon Guards present fell into silence.

The hallway fell deathly quiet until after a long while, a Dragon Guard broke the silence: "Who was the attacker? Killing my brothers, I, Long Ya, will repay blood with blood."

"Not clear yet; the attacker was very mysterious, cloaked, with the face completely obscured, and the young man was also masked."

"We can't assist in the operating room, but the culprit won't leave easily, thinking us Dragon Guards are vegetarians?"

"Leave two, the rest follow me to track the perpetrator. Not avenging this, how can we show our faces as Dragon Guards?"