Lord Yan, The Little Ancestor Has Fallen Off The Horse Again!
Chapter 417: His Successor

Chapter 417: Chapter 417: His Successor

"Fine," he wanted to see just how formidable this girl was. Anyway, the patient wasn’t treated by him, and even if Xiao Chen wanted to blame someone, it would be unlikely to come back to him.

At this moment, the doctors at the scene all shared Song Daisan’s sentiment. Since the patient wasn’t one treated by their hospital, they shouldn’t be the ones to face the consequences. The girl belonged to Young Master Xiao; at most, she might be scolded. As long as they weren’t implicated, that was all that mattered.

Following Yun Yue, Song Daisan entered the operating room. The door closed behind them, cutting off everyone else’s view; all they could do was gaze at the lit sign.

"Master Chen, have you lost your mind? That’s Xiao Feng’s life at stake! Yun Yue doesn’t know how to treat him; how can you let her do anything?" Jiang Qi was dumbfounded, only realizing the meaning of their exchange moments before she walked into the operating room.

Xiao Chen found the two of them chattering endlessly; it was incredibly annoying. His cold gaze fell upon them, instantly silencing their speech.

A pair of eyes gazed anxiously and intensely at the operating room door.

If she caused Xiao Feng’s death, they would never acknowledge her as their sister-in-law!

Inside the operating room at that moment, Yun Yue looked at Xiao Feng on the operating table, sterilized her hands, put on gloves, and pinned up her hair, tucking it into a surgical cap.

Upon seeing Xiao Feng’s wounds, her slackened eyes narrowed, emitting a chilling cold light.

The only thing she remembered was that, after Qiu Jun revealed the news about her mother, her head hurt immensely, as if it was about to explode, trying to recall something but failing utterly, before losing consciousness.

The injuries on his body must have been caused by Qiu Jun and his people. In her heart, she was still grateful they hadn’t killed him.

Song Daisan put on a pair of reading glasses, squinting at Yun Yue.

"How should I address you?"

"Yun Yue," she said succinctly, taking out an old silver needle pack.

Seeing the familiar silver needle pack, Song Daisan’s face changed dramatically. He pushed his glasses up and leaned in closer, exclaiming in shock, "This is... this is..."

He was shocked for a long time but couldn’t finish his sentence.

He suddenly looked towards Yun Yue, his voice trembling, "You, you are..."

"Help me hold him down," Yun Yue interrupted, looking at the several people in the operating room.

Song Daisan then realized he was not alone in the operating room. He swallowed his words and signaled his students, "Do as she says."

Any doubt he had vanished after seeing the silver needle pack.

If she possessed the Ghost Doctor’s silver needle pack, she must be the disciple of Ghost Doctor.

As for how much of Ghost Doctor’s skills she had inherited, that had yet to be determined. However, with the Ghost Doctor’s discernment, she probably wouldn’t be too bad.

But she just introduced herself as Yun Yue, with the surname Yun...

He didn’t continue his thought, focusing entirely on watching Yun Yue administer the needles.

Ghost Doctor’s silver needles were famously efficacious, capable of treating all manner of complex diseases. Despite studying for so many years, he had only grasped the basics.

The depth of her skills would be evident after a few needle insertions.

Yun Yue held the needle, her technique extremely proficient, focusing on specific and crucial points that were a bit off-center.

To be honest, with so many acupoints and structures in the human body, it took him a lot of time just to memorize, especially since he was a doctor. Learning such techniques seemed to require innate talent.

Initially unclear why they had to hold Xiao Feng down, they were shocked when they felt the person on the operating table struggling and showing a pained expression.

They looked at Yun Yue in disbelief.

The patient had been on the brink of death, yet after a few needles from her, he still had such strength!

Yun Yue, wearing gloves, measured the distance with her fingers and felt Xiao Feng’s chest. She made an incision, and blood instantly sprayed out.

It splashed onto Yun Yue’s face, but she didn’t even flinch as she drained the residual blood from his lung cavity.

Song Daisan was stunned. Actually, Xiao Feng had been examined, and under his condition, the blood in his lung cavity simply couldn’t be drained; it would only hasten his death.

"Don’t panic, everyone do your job, and wipe the blood off my face," Yun Yue said with a voice that had a calming effect, instantly settling the nerves of the young people around her, though she appeared younger than them all.

Song Daisan immediately assisted her, handing over tools even before she asked for them, and a girl came over to clean the blood off Yun Yue’s face.

Yun Yue inserted a tube into Xiao Feng’s lung cavity to drain the blood. After it was done, she quickly began to suture with neat, attractive stitches.

The young onlookers felt that these were assuredly the hands of a healer; if she were to do embroidery, it would surely be just as beautiful.

Song Daisan watched the monitors, and after the blood was drained from the lung cavity, the patient’s vital signs didn’t decrease but actually increased. He found this somewhat incomprehensible.

"I used silver needles to seal his acupoints, which can slow down the bleeding," Yun Yue rarely explained, but she was quite polite to Song Daisan.

Upon hearing this, Song Daisan’s face showed a look of understanding. No wonder.

It looked like she really had inherited the mantle of the Ghost Doctor, and probably had acquired eighty to ninety percent of his skills.

"He also had two broken ribs, which have been set. He is now out of mortal danger and should be fine," Song Daisan breathed a sigh of relief.

Yun Yue shook her head carefully, "Not yet, he will spike a fever again tonight, and if he survives that, he will live."

With injuries this severe, even though he was out of mortal danger now, it was only an illusion.

"Get me Jiang Qi’s bag," Yun Yue said urgently, she must have some kind of medicine, but whether Lab D still had any, she wasn’t sure.

"Just a moment," Song Daisan had brought it in earlier, but had set it aside; he now picked it up and handed it to Yun Yue.

Watching her unzip it and take out bottle after bottle, laying them on the table.

All these were life-saving miracle drugs, each worth a fortune. An ordinary person would have long been curious and tempted, but she didn’t even blink.

And she filtered through them extremely quickly, as if she knew the purpose of these drugs, only glancing at the names before moving on to another bottle.

Yun Yue finally found the medicine she was looking for, a bottle half the size of all the others and very light.

She opened it and saw one pill left, immediately tipped it out and stuffed it into Xiao Feng’s mouth, "Swallow this."

It wasn’t clear if Xiao Feng, in his unconscious state, heard her voice, but obediently, he swallowed it down with a roll of his throat.

There were only five of these pills in total, now only one remained. She guessed one must have been used on Uncle Xiao, so where had the other three gone?

Yun Yue began to organize her silver needles and said to Song Daisan, "Take him to the ICU for 24-hour monitoring, contact me immediately if there’s a problem."

Song Daisan nodded slightly and instructed his students.

To this day, they still hadn’t quite understood how she, so young, had healed injuries that even their teacher couldn’t treat.

Those who had previously looked down on her, distrustful, would dare not underestimate her after this operation.

The lights above the operating room went out, and everyone rushed over, anxious as they watched the door.

The first to come out was Yun Yue, with fresh blood seeping from where she had exerted herself.

Xiao Chen noticed it immediately.

Seeing the doctor, who readily understood, with the medical box still in hand, he stepped forward respectfully and said, "Miss Yun, your wound is bleeding again; let me re-dress it for you."