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During the night, the Chinese capital lost its previous liveliness and liveliness as it was shrouded in dark clouds. Heavy rain poured down, obscuring the entire city. Thunder rumbled in the sky, lightning tore apart the dark clouds, and the emergency room of the Kyoto hospital was illuminated to the point of becoming deathly pale.

"It's been confirmed to be angina, and I even drank some alcohol before coming here."

"How much blood pressure?"

"One hundred and twenty, eighty!"

At this time, the emergency room was bustling with activity, an old man with a disordered breath was lying on the sickbed, all the doctors and nurses were busy with anxiety and fear, anxious because the old man in front of them was an important leader of China, no one wanted anything to happen to him.

Fear? When they arrived, a middle-aged leader had told them that the news of the old man's death was not to be spread out. What did this mean, they understood that only the dead would not spread the news, and the surrounding soldiers coldly stared at them, as if they were ready to strike at them at any time if they did not get enough rescue work. The guns in their hands were not used as decorations.

Tonight, the doctor on duty, Zhang Yu, felt the most bitter. He was clearly a Chinese doctor, but he was forcefully dragged to the emergency room for rescue. And looking at this ruddy old man in front of his, he felt even more bitter. It was him, the one who forcibly separated her from him. For a moment, he caused his endless regret and hatred to rise up within his.

However, Zhang Yu knew that as a doctor now, he couldn't slack off even a little because of his own selfishness. This old man before him was just a patient who was on the verge of death, putting aside everything in his mind and throwing himself into the old man's rescue.

"Oh no, my blood pressure has dropped by 70, 40, and my heart rate is 150!"

Zhang Yu's assistant, Ling Ling, called out urgently. Zhang Yu's heart tightened and he immediately shouted,

"Large doses of dopamine, 5 ml per hour, pumped in."

"Dopamine, pump 5 ml per hour."

Urgent voices rang out in all directions.

"Continue to use alteplase."

"Keep using the alteplase!"

"Alteplase continues to be used!"

Zhang Yu glanced at the electrocardiograph, sweat beading from his forehead as he hurriedly shouted:

"Quick, remove the trembling!"

"Two hundred joules!"

"Two hundred joules!"

"Charging up, charging complete."

"Everyone move out of the way!"

Zhang Yu pushed everyone aside and pressed down on the old man's chest with the pacemaker in both hands.

"Blood pressure one hundred and one, seventy. Kacha," Heart stopping. External pressure, quick! "

He threw the pacemaker into the old man's left chest and pressed hard, one after another. "Hurry, hurry, hurry and turn back!" Zhang Yu shouted anxiously in his heart as beads of sweat the size of beans dripped down his forehead. However, after more than ten consecutive strikes, the old man's lifeline still did not turn back.

At this moment, the atmosphere in the operation room was extremely tense. All the medical personnel felt a burst of fear. They could feel the soldiers' aura rising up abruptly, as if they could attack at any moment. They would not allow such an important leader to spread the news. The rain lapped against the window, lightning flashed past, overpowering the light, lighting up the entire operation room. It was deathly pale, and the crowd's hearts were pale as well.

"Is it over?"

The leading middle-aged man asked indifferently. His tone didn't have the slightest bit of emotion, and no one answered. Sweat trickled down his face. He did not look back, nor did he say anything. He knew the middle-aged man, the son of this old man, but such a big shot had long forgotten about him.

"Since it's over, it's time for you to rest."

After the middle-aged man finished speaking, he heard the sound of guns being loaded. Crack! The medical staff were all screaming in fear. They hugged each other and cried out for mercy. Some of them even shouted:

"All of you are disregarding human life, all of you are breaking the law, I will sue all of you!"

"No, you can't do this to us!"

"What did we do wrong?"

The middle-aged man remained indifferent. Just as he was about to wave his hand, Zhang Yu suddenly stood up and shouted:

"Wait, maybe... "I still have a way to save the old man."

Only then did the middle-aged man react. He quickly walked in front of Zhang Yu and grabbed him by his collar. He coldly stared into Zhang Yu's eyes as if to confirm that Zhang Yu was lying.

"There's a way. Why didn't you use it earlier?" What are you waiting for, hurry up and do it! "

Zhang Yu could hear the suppressed anger in the middle-aged man's voice. The old man wasn't unconscious because he was indifferent. He was restraining himself, and he couldn't panic now. Perhaps because he felt that he had lost control of his emotions, the middle-aged man took a deep breath and loosened his grip on Zhang Yu's hand.

"Quick!" Ling, go to my office and get my bag.

Zhang Yu didn't care and hurriedly told Ling Ling to get his bag while he instructed the other medical staff to take off all of the old man's clothes.

"Doctor Zhang, this old man still has a piece of jade on his neck that he can't take off. Do you want to take it off?"

A nurse said. Zhang Yu's gaze moved to the old man's neck. An ancient looking jade pendant with unknown patterns carved into it was quietly lying on the old man's chest. He didn't think too much and said:

"No need, just move it."

He then removed the jade pendant from the old man's chest. After waiting for Ling to bring over a black briefcase, Zhang Yu grabbed it and took out a flat black box. He opened it and a row of silver needles lined up neatly, shining brightly under the light.

"Are you sure it's useful?"

The middle-aged man's tone became cold again, but there was a clear doubt in his tone. Many examples of modern medical systems proved that the ancient acupuncture system was ineffective in treating illnesses. People had almost forgotten that there was such a miraculous method of treatment in ancient Chinese medicine.

"Is there any other way?"

Zhang Yu asked indifferently without turning around. He stared at the set of silver needles in front of him and sighed. This was the only thing that his grandmother had left him. The middle-aged man was silent. He didn't object and silently looked at Zhang Yu Xing. All of this seemed very long, but it happened within the few seconds the old man was unconscious.

Actually, Zhang Yu didn't have much confidence. Ever since he learned this needle technique, he had never performed it in front of an outsider. If it wasn't for the fact that everyone's lives were in his hands, he wouldn't have used it.

Zhang Yu quickly took out the needles and stabbed down from the top of the mountain, the mausoleum, Xi Men, and Neiguan. Zhang Yu quickly took out the needles and stabbed down from the top of the mountain, from the mausoleum, from Xi Men Qian.

"It moved! It moved! The old man's finger moved! "

The crowd turned to look at the old man's hand, only to see that his hand was trembling slightly, as if he was about to curl up and grab onto something. The hope in everyone's hearts was even greater.