The Strongest Dandy in the City
Chapter 27 - 27 27 Divine Doctor

27: Chapter 27 Divine Doctor 27: Chapter 27 Divine Doctor “Everyone, please step back a bit and let the air circulate.” As the crowd gathered more and more, the air around them became very murky, and Ye Chenfeng hastily ordered.

In the crowd of onlookers, most people did not believe that Ye Chenfeng could revive the young girl who had fainted from a myocardial infarction.

In the eyes of ordinary people, the older a practitioner of traditional Chinese medicine, the more capable they are supposed to be, and looking at Ye Chenfeng, how old could he be?

He appeared to be no more than twenty-five or twenty-six, but still, they stepped back a bit, most of them harboring the intent to watch Ye Chenfeng make a fool of himself.

Ye Chenfeng pulled a lighter from his pocket, heated the silver needles in the flame to sterilize them—under such circumstances, there wasn’t much room for fuss—and focused on reviving the critically endangered girl in front of him.

Fixating on the girl’s chest, Ye Chenfeng deftly inserted five warmed silver needles into the heart area of the girl, without a hint of hesitation or pause in his actions; not even an experienced doctor of traditional Chinese medicine might possess such a practiced technique.

Moreover, the girl was clothed, and for Ye Chenfeng to accurately insert the needles into the acupoints under these conditions was truly inconceivable.

As Ye Chenfeng inserted the five silver needles into the acupoints, he also channeled a trace of Soul Force into the girl’s body through the needles.

Merely inserting the needles wouldn’t have been sufficient to save her; he used the needles as conductors, the Soul Force stimulating the acupoints in her chest, aiming to restore the heartbeat of the girl.

Ye Chenfeng’s right hand moved, pulling out the silver needles that had been inserted into the girl’s chest and then reinserting them.

This process was repeated six times, rapidly; in fact, his right hand left only an afterimage in the air, prompting some people present to start believing that Ye Chenfeng indeed had some skill.

After the sixth insertion, Ye Chenfeng stopped his motions; the girl should now be out of danger and probably wouldn’t take long to wake up from her unconscious state.

Sweat beaded on his forehead and his complexion turned slightly pale; with his current Second Level of Soul Force, using it to save someone was somewhat forced, and he had expended quite a bit of Soul Force from his body.

Despite Ye Chenfeng’s skilled and seemingly miraculous needlework, Kang Weizhong at his side was wholly unconvinced.

Having a certain understanding of traditional Chinese medicine himself and many years of medical experience, he believed it simply wasn’t possible for the girl to be revived by a few needle stabs.

With a proud, sneering smile on his lips, Kang Weizhong disdainfully said, “If a myocardial infarction patient could be revived by your few needle stabs?

Then you would truly be Hua Tuo reincarnated, and the rest of us doctors could just resign and go home to sleep.”

While restoring his Soul Force, Ye Chen suddenly heard Kang Weizhong’s ridicule and felt anger flare up inside him.

This man, calling himself a doctor, not only lacked the intention to save lives and help the injured but also stood by making obnoxious comments—truly fucking infuriating.

“Enough with your noise, have you farted enough?

If you continue polluting the air, I won’t hesitate to shut your mouth.”

Ye Chenfeng’s cold voice commanded, as a powerful aura suddenly emitted from his body, causing Kang Weizhong’s steps to falter involuntarily, backing away two steps with an inexplicable sense of panic in his heart.

The onlookers were displeased with Ye Chenfeng’s “arrogance.” After all, Kang Weizhong was the head of the internal medicine department at the major hospital, and in their eyes, Kang Weizhong was the authority.

What was Ye Chenfeng?

Although his technique was magical, even the most magical technique had to actually awaken someone for it to count!

The granddaughter’s grandfather watched his granddaughter nervously as seconds felt like days, his face brimming with hope.

He deeply wished that the young man in front of him was a Divine Doctor.

In the blink of an eye, five minutes had passed.

Seeing that the girl showed no signs of waking up, Kang Weizhong spoke, “Just as I expected, you’re nothing but a quack.

If you had immediately sent her to the hospital, she might have had a chance, but now it’s too late!

Who knows how many people have lost their lives due to your actions?

You’re nothing more than a butcher.”

Kang Weizhong spoke these cold words, feeling very irritated by the way Ye Chenfeng had treated him.

He wanted to shift all the blame onto Ye Chenfeng.

Upon hearing such statements from whom they saw as an authoritative figure, many good-hearted onlookers looked at Ye Chenfeng with a different gaze—some hated him, some were annoyed, and there were even those who started rolling up their sleeves, ready to give Ye Chenfeng a severe beating.

In their eyes, such a “quack” as Ye Chenfeng did considerable harm just by existing!

Ye Chenfeng, with his eyes closed and resting his spirit, ignored everything around him; his keen hearing could detect the girl’s heart starting to beat again.

He suddenly opened his eyes and swiftly pulled out the five silver needles embedded in the girl’s chest.

“What’s this, giving up?

Do you realize that you’ve killed someone today?” Kang Weizhong said self-righteously.

Apart from Ye Chenfeng, no one else on the scene could hear that the girl’s heart had begun beating again, for their hearing was not as sharp as Ye Chenfeng’s.

“Cough cough cough—” Just as Kang Weizhong finished speaking, the unconscious girl began to cough violently, and then slowly opened her eyes.

She saw her grandfather’s worried face and asked in confusion, “Grandpa, what happened to me?”

The old man hugged the girl, crying tears of joy, “You had fainted just now, do you know how worried I was?

I was so afraid you would never wake up again.”

The girl’s myocardial infarction was an old ailment.

Due to her family’s inability to afford the cure, her condition had been prolonged.

Previously, even if she fainted, she would regain consciousness on her own after a minute or two.

But this time…

Kang Weizhong, standing aside and witnessing the girl regaining consciousness, found his face turning beet-red as if he was being strangled.

He had just been accusing Ye Chenfeng of being a quack!

Now, wasn’t he just slapping himself hard in the face?

His cheeks were burning uncomfortably.

The girl’s sudden recovery stunned the onlookers for a good half minute.

When they came to their senses, the hatred in their hearts towards Ye Chenfeng had vanished without a trace.

They were thankful that they had not acted on impulse, or else they would have truly wronged a good person.

Recalling Ye Chenfeng’s fluid needle technique and seeing the girl truly awaken from unconsciousness, everyone present thought of the words “Divine Doctor” in connection with Ye Chenfeng.

Knowing that even the head of the internal medicine department at Tianhai People’s Hospital had said it might be too late to get to a hospital, but under Ye Chenfeng’s hands, it took but moments to pull the girl back from the brink of Yama’s Palace.

Wasn’t someone with such medical skills deserving of the title of Divine Doctor?

To them, Ye Chenfeng reviving the girl was nothing short of a miraculous feat.