"No!"
Tang Chuchu let out a piercing scream, hoping to step forward and stop it.
Unfortunately, she was a step too late.
The scalpel had already fallen, following the trajectory of the three wounds, and with a whoosh, made a cut roughly 8 centiters long.
The mont it was cut open, dark blood crazily surged out from the heart.
Everyone in the ergency room instantly turned pale.
What was he doing?
He actually cut open the patient’s chest?
What on earth did he intend to do?
Even Director Lin, experienced in surgery, was taken aback, his mouth twitching slightly, "Mo... Mister Mo, has he lost his mind?"
This was cardiac hemorrhage! Even a fairy couldn’t save him!
"Bastard! You’ve killed my grandfather! I’m going to kill you! I’m going to kill you!" Overco with rage, Tang Chuchu lifted her fist and fiercely aid for Mo Han’s head.
Mo Han dodged swiftly as if he had eyes on the back of his head, turned around, and said with an icy look, "If you don’t want your grandfather to die, then stop right now!"
At that mont, Wen Biyu and Old Master Wen also ca to their senses, and they quickly stepped forward to intercept Tang Chuchu.
"Chuchu! Mister Mo wouldn’t do this without a reason!" Wen Biyu urgently said, "He must have his own reasons for doing this!"
"Let’s just watch and see, okay?"
Old Master Wen nodded, his expression grave, "Girl, Old Tang’s injuries are severe. Perhaps... the actions of the young miracle doctor Mo..."
Before he could finish speaking,
Mo Han had already turned around and stretched his right hand into the incision, grabbing the heart directly!
Everyone in the ergency room was dumbstruck!
Even Wen Biyu, who had always trusted Mo Han, swallowed hard, unable to speak from shock.
Old Master Wen’s mouth trembled uncontrollably; he could never have imagined Mo Han would be so audacious as to grasp Old Tang’s heart with his hand!
All the dical staff dared not even breathe heavily, completely dumbfounded.
They had seen the daring, but they had never seen soone so recklessly bold!
After all, the old master lying on the sick bed was the leader of the Tang Family, the head of the Four Great Families in Jiangling City!
This man with the surna Mo, was he tired of living to dare to reach into Old Tang’s chest with his bare hands?
"Ahhhh!" Tang Chuchu collapsed, her entire face turning ashen with anger.
If it weren’t for Wen Biyu desperately holding her back, she would have already rushed forward and torn Mo Han to pieces.
Director Lin, who witnessed this scene up close, was so frightened that his legs trembled, and his grip weakened.
Mo Han’s forehead was covered with cold sweat as he swiftly inserted the silver needle into the heart with his left hand, carefully wrapping all the arteries and veins with a purple aura.
"Quick! Start the surgery! Take out the dagger!"
With his roar, Director Lin snapped back to reality, looked up, and saw the blood had stopped spurting.
No!
It had stopped completely!
The room fell silent, everyone looking at Mo Han with disbelief.
"No way? The bleeding actually stopped?"
"Grabbing the heart with bare hands, a tiny silver needle stopped the cardiac bleeding?"
"My God! It’s a miracle! A miracle!"
It was as if ti had frozen; everyone’s eyes were wide open, and their mouths could fit an entire egg.
"What are you standing around for! Go!" Seeing everyone stunned, Mo Han grew impatient, "Hurry up with the surgery!"
Swoosh, swoosh, swoosh!
That brought everyone back to their senses, and Director Lin imdiately ordered, "Quick! First team, start cleaning and disinfecting!"
"Second team, prepare the IV fluids and anesthesia!"
"Third team, get the ventilator and ECMO on! Hurry!"
Following Director Lin’s shout, all the doctors imdiately found their bearings and sprang into urgent action.
Half an hour later...
Mo Han walked out of the ergency room, completely exhausted.
Since morning, he had been using the Zixiao Divine Needle to save people; including the one inside, that made three.
He was so tired he only wanted to go back and lie down for a good rest.
At this mont, a familiar figure rushed over from the corridor.
Tang Chuchu, who had previously wanted to flay him alive, now pouted, her face flushed as she said, "Uhm... I’m sorry about earlier!"
"Miss Tang doesn’t need to be like this." Mo Han, looking weak, waved his hand and shook his head, "It was an ergency, and you didn’t know who I was. It’s only human to have suspicions."
Tang Chuchu, feeling both guilty and curious, considered the young man who was just as good and capable as Wen Biyu had said. Having lived in Jiangling City for so long, how had she never heard of him?
She bit her red lips and gave a deep bow to Mo Han, "You saved my grandfather; we owe you a debt of gratitude as great as life itself. If ever you need the Tang Family, please let us know!"
"Miss Tang is too gracious."
Mo Han helped Tang Chuchu to her feet and smiled slightly, "You’re a friend of Miss Wen; I was just lending a hand."
"I have so things to take care of, so I’ll be going now."
Having said that, Mo Han turned and walked away.
Leaving Tang Chuchu standing there alone, her emotions taking a long ti to settle.
After a while, Tang Chuchu dialed a number, "In ten minutes, I want all the information on Mo Han!"
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