What, he can’t be saved?
The scene was instantly shrouded in grief.
“No, my Qiu won’t die, he absolutely won’t!” Old Master Ye shouted. “Xu Liu, Li Chunfeng, I’m entrusting Ye Qiu to you.”
“No matter what, you must save his life.”
The four National Medical Sages stepped forward.
“Old Ye, rest assured, we’ll do everything we can,” Li Chunfeng said, leading Xu Liu, Zhang Jiuling, and Nie Xueliang into the ward.
A quarter of an hour later, Li Chunfeng, Zhang Jiuling, and Nie Xueliang emerged.
Elder Tang asked urgently, “How is he?”
Nie Xueliang sighed, “Elder Tang, Old Ye, War God, I’m sorry, I’m powerless.”
Li Chunfeng added, “Ye Qiu’s injuries are too severe, dozens of broken bones, countless external and serious internal injuries, and all his meridians are severed.”
Old Master Ye trembled, nearly collapsing.
The War God, quick to act, steadied him and asked, “How long can Ye Qiu hold on?”
Zhang Jiuling replied, “In his current state, at most two hours.”
“You’re talking nonsense!” Wei Donghai roared, eyes red. “Ye Qiu won’t die…”
“Old Zhang isn’t lying,” Xu Liu said, stepping out. “Right now, Ye Qiu has at most two hours.”
“But while examining him, I noticed something odd.”
“There’s a faint aura in his body protecting his heart.”
Elder Tang perked up, “Does that mean Ye Qiu can still be saved?”
Xu Liu shook his head, “His injuries are too grave, even Hua Tuo reborn would struggle to save him.”
Elder Tang’s face paled.
Xu Liu continued, “Ye Qiu is the first Medical Saint in Chinese medicine in three hundred years, someone I admire. If there were even a sliver of hope, we’d try everything, but now… alas!”
Xu Liu sighed deeply, “Elder Tang, forgive my bluntness, but prepare for Ye Qiu’s funeral.”
Elder Tang said, “Ye Qiu has faced countless life-or-death crises before, always turning danger into safety. He’s a man of great fortune. I believe he’ll pull through this time too.”
“All you expert professors, with your superb medical skills, are the authorities of our nation’s medical field.”
“I now order you to save Ye Qiu at all costs.”
“Whoever saves him, I’ll grant promotions, titles, a lifetime of wealth and honour.”
“My only demand is that Ye Qiu lives!”
At Elder Tang’s words, the hundred-plus experts and professors entered the ward in batches.
Soon, the first batch emerged.
“Sorry, Elder Tang, we’ve done our best!”
Shortly after, the second batch came out.
“Sorry, Elder Tang, we’re incompetent!”
The third, fourth, fifth batches…
Before long, every expert had examined Ye Qiu, all dejected, saying he couldn’t be saved.
“There must be a way to save Ye Qiu, there must be,” Old Master Ye muttered to himself.
Xu Liu thought of something, “Elder Tang, at this point, I suggest exploring other methods to save him.”
“What methods?” Elder Tang asked eagerly.
Xu Liu said four words, “Unorthodox means.”
Hearing this, Old Master Ye pulled out his phone and called Long-Brow真人.
The call connected.
“Old Ye, why’re you calling? I’m rebuilding Dragon Tiger Mountain, are you sending money…”
Long-Brow真人’s words were cut off by Old Master Ye.
“真人, please come to the East Sea War Zone Hospital immediately. Ye Qiu’s gravely injured and dying.”
“What, the little rascal’s dying?” Long-Brow真人 was shocked, then said, “Not coming.”
Old Master Ye pleaded, “真人, if you can save Ye Qiu, I’ll agree to any condition.”
Long-Brow真人 said, “Old Ye, it’s not that I’m boasting, with my skills, saving Ye Qiu’s a piece of cake, but I’m busy and can’t make it to the East Sea.”
Old Master Ye said, “真人, I’m out of options, please…”
“Old Ye, have you forgotten what I said?” Long-Brow真人 interrupted. “The kid’s got strong fortune, he’s not short-lived.”
“真人, so Qiu will be fine this time?” Old Master Ye asked.
“Don’t worry, someone will save him,” Long-Brow真人 said. “His fate is extraordinary, even if the King of Hell dies, he won’t.”
Click!
Long-Brow真人 hung up.
“What did Long-Brow say?” Elder Tang asked.
Old Master Ye said, “He said someone can save Qiu.”
Elder Tang pressed, “Did he say who?”
Old Master Ye shook his head.
Those overhearing shook their heads too, thinking, with Ye Qiu’s injuries, how could he be saved?
“I’ll check on Ye Qiu,” the War God said, entering the ward. Moments later, he returned.
“Ye Qiu’s injuries are too severe. I tried healing him with true qi, but it had no effect.”
The War God said, “Xu Liu was right, Ye Qiu’s meridians are completely severed, his life hangs by a thread, but there’s a trace of vitality at his heart.”
“I’ll call Long-Brow真人 to ask who can save Ye Qiu,” Elder Tang said, pulling out his phone.
Just then, a clear voice rang out, “I can save Ye Qiu.”
Everyone turned to see the Prophet approaching from the corridor, her clothes stained with blood.
Clearly, she’d dealt with Xiao Ye.
“Let me introduce myself, I’m the Saintess of the Vatican.”
The Prophet said, “Back on the uninhabited island, I checked Ye Qiu’s injuries. They’re severe, beyond ordinary means to heal, so I used a secret technique to protect his heart.”
“You can really save Ye Qiu?” Elder Tang asked.
“Yes,” the Prophet nodded earnestly.
Instantly, everyone was thrilled.
Elder Tang said, “Young lady, please save Ye Qiu.”
Old Master Ye added, “As long as you save him, I’ll agree to any condition.”
The Prophet said, “I need to take Ye Qiu to the Vatican, and it’ll take at least three years for him to recover.”
“If you agree, I’ll leave now.”
“What do you think?”
“Please decide quickly, or if we miss the window, Ye Qiu will die.”
This…
Everyone hesitated.
Suddenly, a deep male voice boomed, “No need, I can save my son myself.”
