Chapter 55: Chapter 50: You’re Asking Me If I Know the Medical Book I Compiled?

Pa! Pa! Pa!

The sound of the whip echoed, but a closer look at the Witch Race Yin Cha being whipped on the ground showed that apart from the more sorrowful cries, his expression was not as tense as before.

When it seemed about right, Hei Wuchang stopped, put away the whip, and looked at the Yin Cha on the ground who was humming but smiling. Hei Wuchang gave him another kick in annoyance.

“Great kick, sir! Brilliant kick, sir!”

The Witch Race Yin Cha on the ground looked ingratiating, panting and flattering.

It wasn’t that he had any particular fetish, but because starting from this kick, the matter was considered over.

After all, they were of the same race; even if the bones were broken, the tendons were still connected. Hei Wuchang snorted twice and didn’t impose any further punishment, casually grabbing his black robe and putting it on.

You must admit, it’s no wonder the Netherworld forces them to wear these clothes; these garments are extraordinary themselves.

As soon as it touched his body, the black robe quickly merged with Hei Wuchang, instantly transforming his originally rugged demeanor into something cold and sinister.

“Stop yelling, damn it, it’s worse than those old women wailing.”

Hei Wuchang’s eyes rolled around, cunningly saying:

“Go, find a few souls among those newly arrived who used to do advertisement design, make some eye-catching signs, and when people leave, apologize to them.”

“Uh… signs? There are plenty of ghosts with a design background, after all, there’s always someone dying unjustly every day, but what should the signs say?”

“Idiot! Do I have to teach you everything? Do you want me to hold it for you while you pee?”

Hei Wuchang glared at him, furious at his incompetence:

“Can’t you imitate human slogans, like ’The Underworld is your home, welcome home’ and such? Idiot!”

The Yin Cha lying on the ground instantly understood the concept, stopped pretending, and got up to find some souls with ad design skills.

…

While the Netherworld was bustling, the human world was also becoming lively.

An Ruolin, who was still fine at Changchun Temple, seemed more like a brief moment of clarity before death.

On the night she was admitted to the hospital, the alarm in her ward went off, instantly alerting the entire hospital.

Many top medical experts impossible to see on regular days were urgently called to gather here.

The medical staff, tense yet composed, assisted Elder An with examinations and temporarily turned An Ruolin’s ward into an operating room.

Outside Elder An’s operating room were Ma Baoguo and some leaders who had rushed there overnight.

At this moment, Ma Baoguo’s face was grave, nervously observing the ward.

He knew too well the significance of An Ruolin to the Dragon Country, not just domestically, but also on the international stage back then.

If Elder An were to pass, it would be disastrous for the Dragon Country’s scientific research field. When interfacing with the world’s top materials, Dragon Country would most likely be excluded!

Such a result is unacceptable to anyone!

“Heart rate 45, blood protein level low, bile mucosa yellow, inner wall of the small intestine yellow.”

A young female nurse swiftly recited the freshly prepared report.

“Platelet count…”

“Stop, patient’s abdominal bleeding, stop the bleeding, stop the bleeding first!”

Next to the operating table, another nurse instantly interrupted her, pointing to Elder An’s abdomen, where the freshly sutured wound was starting to bleed.

“Does your hospital not even know how to stop bleeding? Where did you graduate from?”

Hearing the cold tone of the secondary leading doctor, the young nurse turned pale and stammered:

“I… we used icy saline and norepinephrine, and we urgently used red blood cells and plasma of the same blood type as the patient, dopamine injections…”

“Shut up! Are you reciting the textbook to me?”

The secondary leading doctor spoke rapidly, but his expression remained cold: “Medical personnel should never follow the book blindly; each patient’s physique is different, and measures should be taken accordingly. Stay behind after the operation.”

Before she could react, he calmly suggested to the chief surgeon:

“I suggest, save the life first, then treat the disease!”

“It’s rare to have the opportunity to gather cancer cells, and there won’t be another chance…”

The chief surgeon was a middle-aged man, but he looked conflicted at the moment.

“The patient is in shock!”

“Save the life first!!!”

The middle-aged chief surgeon’s ferocious expression vanished, and he instantly focused on the goal.

During surgery, patient shock is common, but for emergency patients, especially the elderly, shock can be fatal!

“Instruments…”

The instrument nurse immediately handed over the necessary surgical tools.

“Hemostats…”

After a whole night of work, Elder An’s physical symptoms finally stabilized a bit.

Finally, at five in the morning, the ward doors opened.

A doctor removed his mask, revealing a weathered face.

“Doctor, how is it?”

Ma Baoguo, who had been watching all night with red eyes, immediately stood up, nervously approaching:

“If any equipment or medication is needed, just say the word, and I’ll arrange for it immediately.”

Likewise, An Xiaofu, who hadn’t slept all night, also stepped forward, anxiously asking:

“Doctor, my grandfather… is he alright?”

Seeing the crowd growing, the doctor spread his arms to signal everyone to quiet down, simultaneously giving Ma Baoguo a glance.

Ma Baoguo immediately understood and had everyone leave, including An Xiaofu.

After all, in a world with such talent, who knows if there might be some ill-intentioned person among the crowd.

Once they all left, the doctor helplessly smiled wryly:

“The patient is at the terminal stage of cancer, compounded by his advanced age and severely deteriorated bodily functions. We can only strive to keep him alive; the rest… is up to fate.”

This revelation hit Ma Baoguo like a clap of thunder on a clear day, catching him off guard.

“Then… how much longer does Elder An have?”

“Probably, less than a week.”

The doctor sighed, speaking softly.

He was a doctor from a government hospital in the Dragon Country, a native Dragon Country person, and currently Elder An’s private physician.

For Elder An’s recovery, he cared more than anyone else.

But as the saying goes, three parts of a surgery depend on fate, seven parts on the doctor, and ninety percent on the patient’s own physical condition.

With a patient like Elder An, the most he can do is ensure the surgery goes smoothly, giving Elder An more time to see the human world.

“Regarding Elder An’s situation, I hope you can keep it confidential.”

“We’ve all signed confidentiality agreements before coming here, so rest assured.”

Upon hearing this assurance, Ma Baoguo felt a bit relieved. After a few more exchanges, he hurriedly left to arrange subsequent work.

That morning, the news of Elder An’s recovery from critical condition was released on the hospital’s official account.

“Whoa! Did you guys see that video? It looks like it’s the hospital where Elder An is staying, right?”

“I live near that hospital. Last night I was suddenly awakened by the commotion there. When I got up and checked, there were police cars arriving from all over.”

“Where did you all see this?”

“Check the official website, apparently Elder An’s condition should be fine now, that’s why they released the news.”

“Whoa! This case involves life and death, even Changchun Temple gets affected, truly bizarre as hell.”

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