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Where is the Yun family army?! Our goddess was bullied by a piece of trash in shorts and flip-flops?!

[Cyberbully him! He must be cyberbullied! Let him know why the flowers are so red!]

[Yes! Doxx him! Find out who he is! Make him kowtow and apologize to Jiajia!]

Fans were already furious because their goddess had been "kicked" out of the elevator, and now seeing Yun Jia so "aggrieved" and "kind and generous," they felt even more heartbroken, and their anger instantly reached its peak! Their sympathy completely overflowed!
Just then, a super big shot account with a golden "Level 50" badge and the ID "Yun Family Army - War Wolf" popped up in the live stream and started spamming the chat to stir up trouble.

Brothers and sisters! Jiajia has been wronged! Can we stand by and watch? No!

[You trash in those flowery shorts and flip-flops! Do you think we, the Yun family army, are weak?]

[Wanted across the entire internet! Find that arrogant bastard!]

[Dig up his information! Post it on the trending topics! Make him lose all his reputation!]

Protect Jiajia! The Yun Family Army marches forth! Leave no grass alive!

Led by this influential and charismatic "big shot" account, the emotions in the live stream completely spiraled out of control. What started as insults against Qin Luo instantly escalated into an organized and purposeful mobilization of "cyberbullying"! Countless fans began taking screenshots and recording screens, preparing to mobilize all their resources to "dox" the "flowery shorts guy" who dared to offend their goddess!
As Yun Jia watched the surging barrage of comments in the live stream, which perfectly matched her expectations, and observed the rhythm initiated by the account 【Yun Family Army - War Wolf】, a cold, triumphant smile flashed deep in her eyes.

Great, the fish has taken the bait.

Meanwhile, in a villa on the outskirts of Mindu City, the atmosphere was oppressive.

Wei Junwu sat alone in the dimly lit study, the computer screen in front of him clearly displaying Yun Jia's live stream.

He watched as the account 【Yun Family Army - War Wolf】 stirred up trouble, and as the screen was filled with insults and calls to dox the "flowery shorts man," a cold, extremely venomous smile slowly crept onto his lips.

That level 50 account was one of the many accounts that Wei Junwu controlled!

His father died suddenly, his younger brother died a violent death, and the family business collapsed—everything pointed to that name, Qin Luo! An overwhelming hatred burned within him day and night!
He was constantly thinking about revenge! And now, the opportunity had been presented to him in this way!
"Qin Luo... Qin Luo..." Wei Junwu murmured the name, each word seemingly squeezed out from between his teeth, soaked in blood and hatred.

"You caused the destruction of my Wei family... I will make you... utterly disgraced! May you suffer a fate worse than death!!"

His eyes gleamed with a crazed light, as if he could already see that indifferent face, the curses of millions of netizens, and the miserable state of being unable to move an inch in reality!
A massive online storm targeting Qin Luo, instigated by top internet celebrities, involving millions of fans, and fueled by behind-the-scenes manipulators, has quietly taken shape in a corner unnoticed by anyone!

Qin Luo was completely unaware of this.

The elevator doors closed, shutting out the uproar and turmoil that had been stirred up by him downstairs.

He had no time to consider the feelings of an internet celebrity or the potential consequences.

At this moment, he had only one thought in his mind.

quick! Faster!
The elevator ascended rapidly, and the numbers kept changing.

Ding!
The elevator reached the 19th floor. As soon as the doors opened, Qin Luo dashed out like a cheetah!

This floor is the hospital's highest-level VIP care area, with a tranquil environment and top-notch facilities.

At this moment, outside an operating room at the end of the corridor, the atmosphere was as heavy as if a lead weight were pressing down on you.

Dean Huang Weimin paced anxiously outside the closed operating room doors, his hands behind his back, like an ant on a hot pan, his forehead covered in a fine layer of cold sweat.

He would occasionally glance at his watch, muttering to himself.

"Fifteen minutes... Fifteen minutes have passed! Why hasn't Mr. Ye arrived yet?!"

"Any later...any later and it will really be too late!"

His voice was trembling with anxiety, almost as if he were crying.

Standing next to her, with an equally solemn expression, was Li Ping, the chief physician of internal medicine. She pursed her lips and stared intently at the glaring red "Operating in Progress" light on the operating room door.

Several well-dressed and distinguished individuals were sitting on the benches in the waiting area outside the operating room.

They were all prominent figures in the medical community of Fujian who had rushed there upon hearing the news. They were hospital directors, leaders of top disciplines, and vice presidents of medical associations. At this moment, they all had solemn expressions, talking in hushed tones, their eyes occasionally glancing at the tightly closed operating room door. The atmosphere was extremely oppressive.

Inside the operating room, the atmosphere was extremely tense.

Under the operating lights, lying on the operating table was Mr. Ni, who was in a deep coma and whose vital signs were extremely weak.

Various monitoring instruments emitted anxious beeps, and the ripples on the screen representing the life curve were faint.

Standing in the surgeon's seat was an elderly man with gray hair and a solemn face.

His eyes were sharp as an eagle's, his movements were steady and precise, and he carried an air of authority that came from long-held positions of power.

He is none other than Zhang Yuanchao, the undisputed leader in the medical community of Fujian, the president of the medical university, and the president of the Fujian City Traditional Chinese Medicine Association! In the medical community of Fujian, he is the undisputed "number one," with an extraordinary status. Even Dean Huang Weimin can only treat him with the respect due to a disciple, admitting that he is inferior to him.

At this moment, Zhang Yuanchao's brows were furrowed, and sweat was beading on his forehead.

He was doing his best to treat the bleeding points inside Old Ni's skull, but the situation was more complicated and dangerous than expected.

The bleeding was profuse, the location was tricky, and it compressed a key nerve area.

Even with his decades of experience and superb skills, he felt immense pressure at that moment.

He knew all too well that with every second that passed, the chances of Old Ni surviving became increasingly slim! And when would that "Mr. Ye," on whom Huang Weimin had placed such high hopes and touted him as a miracle worker, finally arrive?!

In the midst of this suffocating atmosphere, at the end of the corridor outside the operating room, a series of hurried footsteps finally came!

The heavy operating room door, a symbol of the boundary between life and death, slid silently inward.

The one who emerged was Zhang Yuanchao, a towering figure in the medical community of Fujian.

His face showed no sign of the relief of a successful surgery; instead, it was filled with solemnity and even a hint of unconcealed fatigue.

Sweat soaked the white hair at his temples, and his brows were tightly furrowed beneath the sterile cap.

His gaze was sharp as an eagle's, sweeping over the anxious crowd waiting outside the door before finally settling on Huang Weimin.

"Where is Mr. Ye? He hasn't arrived yet?!"

Zhang Yuanchao's voice carried an undeniable authority and a deep anxiety, and he spoke very quickly.

He had never met Qin Luo in person, but he had studied the video about the "Thirteen Ghost Needles" that Huang Weimin had sent him countless times. He was already deeply impressed by the miraculous needling technique and knew that only this person could create miracles! But now, time was life for Old Ni!

"Old Zhang!"

Huang Weimin quickly stepped forward, his forehead covered in more sweat than Zhang Yuanchao's.

"I notified Mr. Ye immediately! He's definitely on his way! But right now... it's rush hour, the roads are probably jammed!"

His voice was trembling with anxiety, and he kept wringing his hands.

Zhang Yuanchao's face instantly turned even more grim! Morning rush hour! This was his worst fear! Old Ni's condition had deteriorated to a critical point; every minute of delay could lead to irreversible consequences!
"We can't wait any longer!" Zhang Yuanchao made a decisive decision, his voice firm and resolute.

"Dean Huang, call Mr. Ye again immediately! Confirm his location! Director Li!"

He turned to Li Ping beside him.

"Contact the traffic control center immediately! Explain the situation and request emergency assistance! We must create a life-saving passage for Mr. Ye! Hurry!"

"Yes!"

"understand!"

Without the slightest hesitation, Huang Weimin and Li Ping immediately took out their phones and began dialing with trembling fingers.

The atmosphere in the entire corridor was extremely tense. All the big names in the medical field held their breath and stared intently at them.

at this time!

At the end of the corridor, came a series of hurried, almost frantic footsteps! The sound grew louder and louder as it approached!

Everyone instinctively looked in the direction of the sound.

A figure rushed in like a whirlwind! The newcomer's hair was a mess, like a bird's nest; he wore a plain, loose T-shirt and extremely eye-catching bright yellow shorts! Even more astonishing was that he was wearing a cheap flip-flop on one foot, while the other foot... was bare! His bare foot slammed onto the cool, polished marble floor, making a rapid "slap slap" sound!

It’s Qin Luo!

He ran wildly, his forehead covered in fine beads of sweat, his chest heaving violently, clearly having given it his all!

"Mr. Ye!!"

Huang Weimin recognized it at a glance, and his voice trembled with excitement; he almost threw the phone away!
He and the others immediately went to meet them.

Seeing Qin Luo's "shocking" appearance, Huang Weimin felt no disgust whatsoever; instead, he felt even greater admiration! This was true medical ethics! To save lives, he couldn't even care about basic dignity!

"How is Elder Ni?!"

Qin Luo didn't even have time to catch his breath before rushing forward, his gaze shooting towards Zhang Yuanchao like lightning. He cut to the chase, his voice filled with an undeniable urgency.

Zhang Yuanchao was also taken aback by Qin Luo's unconventional entrance, but he quickly recovered.

Without any unnecessary words, he grabbed Qin Luo's arm and pulled him quickly toward the operating room, explaining the situation in a rapid and clear manner.

"Mr. Ye! The situation is extremely critical! Mr. Ni's fall has resulted in a massive subdural hematoma on the right temporoparietal side, with extremely large bleeding! It has already compressed the brainstem and important functional areas! Western medicine assesses that craniotomy is extremely risky, and given Mr. Ni's advanced age, his body cannot withstand the procedure, so we have to abandon it!"

Zhang Yuanchao's tone was heavy.

"I forcibly sealed several key bleeding points with the 'Ten-Section Brocade' acupuncture technique, temporarily keeping Old Master Ni's life hanging by a thread, but it can only delay, not reverse! My medical skills... can only do this much! Now, we can only rely on you!"

As they spoke, the two had already arrived at the operating room door.

Beside the operating room door stood an extremely burly man, as straight as a javelin.

He wore a simple white tight-fitting T-shirt, his bare arms showing bulging muscles, like cast iron, containing explosive power.

A square face with sharp features, a resolute expression, and sharp, hawk-like eyes, carrying the unique solemnity and vigilance of a soldier, were fixed on the operating room door.

Qin Luo could tell at a glance that this person was definitely a hardened soldier who had survived countless battles!
The sharp aura he exuded was far beyond that of an ordinary bodyguard.

"Mr. Qin!"

A cry rang out, choked with sobs.

Ni Ruolan, who was already sobbing uncontrollably, rushed over and grabbed Qin Luo's arm tightly, as if she had grasped the last straw.

Her eyes were red and swollen, and her voice was hoarse and trembling.

"Please! Please save my grandfather! If you can save him, I... I'll do anything you ask! Please!"

Qin Luo felt the coldness of her hands and her desperate trembling, and his heart tightened.

He gently patted Ni Ruolan's hand, his voice steady and powerful, carrying a strange soothing quality.

"Don't worry, I'll do my best!"

After saying that, he didn't delay any longer, took a deep breath, and pushed open the operating room door.

Inside the operating room, the light from the shadowless lamps was cold and glaring.

Besides the lead surgeon Zhang Yuanchao, Huang Weimin, and Li Ping, there were several other people inside, all dressed in sterile gowns and with solemn expressions.

Among them were white-haired, refined masters of traditional Chinese medicine, as well as Western medical authorities with gold-rimmed glasses and serious expressions.

These people were all top figures in the medical field in Fujian and even the surrounding areas, whom Zhang Yuanchao temporarily invited to consult or observe.

When all their eyes fell on Qin Luo as he walked in, the entire operating room fell into an eerie silence!

Shocking! Unbelievable! Suspicious!
Is this the medical prodigy that Dean Huang and Old Zhang were talking about, the one who can bring the dead back to life?!

This...this is way too young!
That hair… those underwear… those slippers… and that bare foot?!
This…this is utterly ridiculous! What kind of person is Elder Ni? What kind of emergency is this? How could he possibly place his hopes on a young man who looks like he just woke up and ran out into the world?!
Especially those few Western medical authorities, their brows furrowed instantly, and the doubt in their eyes was almost overflowing.

They couldn't understand it, nor could they believe it.

However, due to the authority of Zhang Yuanchao and Huang Weimin, as well as the precarious situation of Elder Ni, no one dared to voice their doubts at this time.

"Mr. Ye!"

Nurse Sweetie reacted the fastest. Although she was also taken aback by Qin Luo's appearance, her professionalism allowed her to quickly regain her composure.

She quickly brought over a brand-new sterile doctor's coat and a pair of medical gloves, her voice crisp and clear.

"Please change your clothes!"

Qin Luo nodded without the slightest hesitation.

He quickly took off his slightly comical T-shirt, neatly put on a white lab coat, and put on gloves.

The oversized white coat covered his flashy shorts, but it couldn't conceal the focused and composed aura he exuded at that moment.

He walked a few steps to the operating table.

On the operating table, Old Ni's eyes were closed, his face was ashen, and he had an oxygen mask over his mouth and nose. The lines on the various vital signs monitors rose and fell weakly, emitting anxious beeping sounds.

Nine slender silver needles were clearly visible embedded in his head, arranged in a mysterious formation—Zhang Yuanchao's unique skill, "Ten Pieces of Brocade." (End of Chapter)