"What did you say?"
The doctors on the scene widened their eyes at the drunkard’s words, and even the nurse who had recently started working was shocked to hear the na "Mu Tianyao."
"You, are you talking about the renowned doctor from Liangcheng Tangshan, Mu Tianyao?"
"Yes."
"Are you really Mu Tianyao’s apprentice?" Another doctor looked at the drunkard in disbelief again.
Mu Tianyao’s na is almost universally known in the dical field, frequently ntioned in major dical school classrooms, a classic example in all dical lectures.
A mysterious figure listed in the annals of dical history.
The reclusive "living Hua Tuo."
Several of our most respected old professors in the dical community have personally visited him to seek knowledge, though very few were ever acknowledged by Mu Tianyao.
Mu Tianyao did have an apprentice, but after Mu Tianyao passed away, he completely disappeared.
Unexpectedly, today...
"What evidence do you have to prove that you are..."
"I don’t have ti to waste words with you. If he dies, I’ll pay with my life, but if he dies at your hands, I’ll make sure you regret it." The drunkard pointed his thin, long finger at Qing Yi, whose life was hanging by a thread on the operating table.
Afraid his words might not be persuasive enough, the drunkard continued, "You must understand, I wouldn’t gamble with his life."
"But... your own condition is also terrible. If this drags on, the consequences will be unthinkable. You’ve finally brought in Doctor Weng Te from abroad for your heart surgery; if treatnt is delayed..."
The drunkard grabbed the doctor’s collar tightly: "I don’t care; his life is more important than mine. I can die, but he cannot."
"..."
With the drunkard’s persistent insistence, the doctor had no choice. Who would argue when the drunkard’s words "I’m eighty percent confident" and the na "Mu Tianyao" were too convincing?
The hospital had no such precedent, but the drunkard said he would bear all the consequences.
So the doctor ended up making an exception.
Soon, the drunkard changed into sterile clothes, donned a mask and gloves, and prepared for surgery.
"Can you really do it?"
The doctor watched nervously as the drunkard’s hand holding the scalpel trembled incessantly.
"Yes."
The drunkard steadied himself, trying to calm down, but Qing Yi’s tightly shut eyes and blood-covered face still made it hard for him to act.
Finally, after a few seconds of rapid self-adjustnt, the drunkard made the incision...
Mu Han, Mu Tianyao...
These two nas, both so familiar.
The young man stood quietly to the side, silently watching the drunkard, who was risking his life. The heartache felt even clearer than the previous two tis.
This person is truly important to him.
So important that he’d even give up his own life.
So if we really know each other, then what kind of existence am I in your heart?
Soon, the doctors and nurses were astounded by the drunkard’s impressive surgical skills.
Finally, they believed that this sickly "pill bottle" was indeed Mu Tianyao’s apprentice.
With these skillful techniques that are unmatched by anyone in the dical community, his own illness could be completely cured with patience in three to five years.
So why has he no confidence, sotis refusing cooperation and even wanting to give up halfway?
His attending doctor once arranged for a psychologist to see Mu Han, who probably has a harder to heal psychological illness.
The surgery hadn’t even lasted half an hour before the drunkard broke into a cold sweat.
He was biting his teeth so hard they almost bled, yet his hand holding the scalpel still couldn’t stop trembling.
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