Chapter 162

Chapter 162 - You Can Treat Me as a Lunatic

“Don't be rash. Do you realize what you're doing?” The four police officers were in a state of panic, completely baffled as to how their handguns were taken. The lead officer quickly tried to de-escalate the situation, “We can talk this through, but you're breaking the law with your actions. You're risking jail time.”

It was clear to them that Zhang Xiaolong had no intention of hurting Su Mei. After all, Su Mei wouldn't survive much longer without intervention. Why would anyone take such a massive risk just to silence her?

“I'm aware of my actions and I don't want to resort to violence, so please don't push me,” Zhang Xiaolong said, steadying his nerves and firmly aiming his pistol at the officer's head. “I'm trying to save a life. You're aware that if we do nothing, the patient will certainly die within hours. But I have a chance to save her. It's in everyone's best interest if you cooperate.”

The officers exchanged uncertain glances. They were skeptical of Zhang Xiaolong's claims, yet perplexed; lying at this juncture seemed pointless. Could he genuinely heal her?

“Captain Yao...” In the midst of the standoff, another officer entered and, upon seeing the scene, instinctively drew his weapon.

“Don't move,” Zhang Xiaolong commanded, unfazed as he ducked behind the man known as Captain Yao. “You won't hit me. You're more likely to injure him or a patient in the ward. Now, go get the hospital's top surgeon, or I'll be forced to take action.”

“Do what he says. Find the doctor,” Captain Yao Feng finally ordered.

He had a preliminary grasp of the situation. The young man before him didn't appear to want to harm anyone. If he had, with his skill in disarming them of their guns, he could have easily killed all four officers and Su Mei, then made a clean getaway.

Yet, his demand was for a doctor to perform surgery on Su Mei, which hardly seemed the request of a murderer.

Furthermore, the man had remained composed throughout the ordeal, clearly not the actions of a deranged individual. There had to be a valid reason for his actions, and it was entirely possible that he could indeed save Su Mei.

Yao Feng was acutely aware that if they tried to negotiate through normal channels, the Su family would never agree to let a stranger recommend surgery for Su Mei.

He was acutely aware that even if he wanted to stop what was happening, he was powerless. Any attempt to intervene could potentially escalate the chaos. T/his chapter is updated by nov(ê(l)biin.co/m

Yao Feng thought he was being released when the handgun was withdrawn, but before he could speak, the butt of the gun came crashing down. Internally cursing, “Damn kid!” he collapsed.

“Dean Zhu, you may begin the surgery,” Zhang Xiaolong instructed after locking the operating room door.

With no other options, Zhu Tanfan began the surgical preparations, fully aware of the patient's grim prognosis yet determined to minimize any further harm.

Zhang Xiaolong silently approved as he watched Zhu Tanfan's adept movements, recognizing the dean's surgical expertise—exactly what he needed.

Once everything was ready, Zhu Tanfan sought confirmation from Zhang Xiaolong with a glance, not expecting any assistance with the scalpel. He was on his own.

“As soon as I say ‘start,' focus on removing the bullet. I'll handle the bleeding and wound care,” Zhang Xiaolong directed succinctly, then gestured to begin.

Zhu Tanfan wanted to protest the impossibility of the task—this wasn't a simple cut that could be stopped with pressure; it was a brain injury. But he knew arguing was futile; Zhang Xiaolong wasn't there for a medical consultation.

Extending his hand, Zhu Tanfan channeled a strand of divine power into Su Mei's brain, safeguarding the area around the bullet. “Begin,” Zhang Xiaolong whispered softly.

Zhu Tanfan was unsure of the other party's intentions. Upon receiving the command, he sprang into action, swiftly and securely clamping down on the bullet before expertly extracting it.

As he breathed a sigh of relief, he remained vigilant, watching to see if the anticipated developments would unfold.

Simultaneously, Zhang Xiaolong was at work, channeling all his divine power. His application of the Hundred-grass Spring Coming Arts miraculously healed the wound in an instant, with virtually no bleeding. Even the brainwave monitor showed no significant fluctuations.

“Huh?” It was then that Zhu Tanfan noticed something astonishing.

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