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"It only temporarily relieved the bruising. You still need to rest and recuperate for a few days and avoid strenuous exercise."

Qin Luo gave his instructions.

Just then, the sound of hurried high heels came, accompanied by a cry that was choked with sobs.

"Yichen! Yichen, how are you?!"

It's Xie Yuting.

She somehow got wind of the news and rushed over. When she saw that Fu Yichen's lips were still stained with blood and his complexion was not good, her eyes immediately reddened. She rushed to his side and carefully examined him.

When Fu Yichen saw Xie Yuting, his gaze softened, and he took her hand and forced a smile.

"It's nothing, just a minor injury. Brother Luo has already taken care of it. Why are you here? Didn't I tell you to wait at home?"

"I heard you got into a fight and got injured. How can I stay here!"

Xie Yuting burst into tears, feeling both heartache and lingering fear, and held his hand tightly.

Watching the two of them openly expressing their concern for each other, Qin Luo and Situ Rui exchanged a glance, both seeing a hint of relief and blessing in each other's eyes. It seemed that Fu Yichen's engagement wasn't entirely without emotional foundation.

Qin Luo stopped bothering them and, with Xu Ruizhe and Situ Rui as guides by one of Dao Feng's men, quickly bought iodine, cotton swabs, gauze, anti-inflammatory ointment, and some traditional Chinese medicine for promoting blood circulation and removing blood stasis at the convenience store in the resort.

He personally cleaned Situ Rui's wound, applied ointment, and bandaged it with skillful and precise movements.

"The injury isn't serious. Just change the dressing on time, keep it dry, and eat a light diet. The swelling should subside and the scab should form in about three days."

Qin Luo spoke as he dealt with the situation.

Situ Rui winced in pain, but he endured it and waited for Qin Luo to finish before whispering.

"Thanks, Brother Luo. I'm sorry to have troubled you again."

"We don't talk about this between brothers."

Qin Luo patted him on the shoulder.

"Three months, train hard. When the time comes, I'll personally come to support you."

Situ Rui nodded vigorously, his fighting spirit rekindled in his eyes.

After treating his brother's injuries, Qin Luo turned around and spoke to Daofeng, who had been patiently waiting.

"Let's go."

Blade nodded and personally opened the rear door of the white Hummer for Qin Luo.

Qin Luo didn't stand on ceremony and got in. Dao Feng took the passenger seat. The convoy started again, and under the complex gazes of the crowd, it left the still bustling Jiufeng Resort and sped towards the city.

……

Special needs ward area of ​​Mindu First People's Hospital.

The long corridor was now almost completely blocked by a dark crowd. Almost all the senior executives, key personnel, and veterans of Anbang Group in Fujian Province who could come were there. Some were standing, some were sitting, some were talking in hushed tones, and some were smoking with solemn expressions. The air was filled with an atmosphere of oppression and anxiety.

The murmurs spread like mosquitoes among the crowd.

"Master Dao went to invite them personally, but I don't know if he was able to get them."

"I heard they hired a very young doctor? Is that true? So many experts have been helpless with the old man's illness..."

"Being young doesn't mean being incompetent. Both Qi Huangrui and Zhong Yixian, those two national masters, highly praise him, so he must be right."

"The key question is... even if we bring them in, can they save him? The old man's health... sigh."

"That guy has to give Master Dao face, right? But it's hard to say, I heard that guy has some kind of grudge against Young Master Hui..."

"Don't mention that good-for-nothing! If it weren't for his nonsense, there wouldn't have been so many troubles!"

"Shh... Over there with Madam Yun..."

Qiu Qinyun was standing near the door of the ward. She was wearing a well-fitting dark purple suit and her makeup was exquisite, but her brows were shrouded in a lingering gloom and anger.

She had just received a phone call informing her that her son, Li Guanghui, not only failed to gain anything at the Jiufeng Resort, but was also stabbed in the thigh by the Blade's men and is now hospitalized.

This made her angry, anxious, and resentful. She was angry that her son was useless, anxious about his injuries, and even more resentful that Daofeng and Qin Luo showed her no respect whatsoever.

Just then, a slight commotion arose at the entrance of the corridor. Everyone turned to look, and saw Blade's signature cold and aloof figure appear in front of them, with a young man dressed in simple casual clothes and with a calm expression half a step behind him.

"He's here! Master Dao is back!"

"That's Qin Luo? So young?"

"So handsome... but a little cold."

"Can he really do it?"

An Ruoxi was standing by the door of the ward. When she saw Qin Luo appear, a look of relief and joy finally appeared on her tense face. She took a few steps forward to greet him.

"Mr. Qin, you've arrived."

Qin Luo nodded slightly to her.

"Miss An."

Qiu Qinyun quickly adjusted her expression, suppressed her displeasure, and put on a perfectly timed smile that conveyed worry and expectation. She stepped forward and offered her hand to Qin Luo.

"This must be Doctor Qin! Truly, heroes emerge from among the young! I am Qiu Qinyun, a member of the old man's family. I'm entrusting the old man to you!"

She introduced herself skillfully, clearly stating her identity without overemphasizing her specific relationship with the old man.

Qin Luo glanced at her, reached out and gently shook her hand; it was icy cold to the touch.

"I'll try."

His answer was brief and official. He then released her hand, his gaze passing over her and An Ruoxi, and landing directly on the closed hospital room door.

Where is the patient?

"It's inside, please follow me."

An Ruoxi quickly stepped aside to lead the way.

Daofeng stepped forward and personally pushed open the heavy door to the ward.

Qin Luo stepped inside.

This was an unexpectedly spacious intensive care unit, with various state-of-the-art medical instruments flashing indicator lights and emitting regular beeping sounds. The air was filled with the scent of disinfectant and a somber, medicinal smell unique to the elderly.

In the center of the ward, on a large hospital bed, lay a gaunt old man. His hair was sparse and gray, his face was covered with deep wrinkles and age spots, his eyes were closed, and he wore an oxygen mask over his mouth and nose. His body was covered with various tubes—IV lines, drainage tubes, monitor leads, etc. His arms, exposed outside the blanket, were as withered as branches of an old tree, with loose skin that revealed bluish-purple veins underneath.

The breath of life on him was as faint as a candle flickering in the wind, sustained only by those cold instruments.

This is the founder of Anbang Group, Mr. An, who has been a powerful figure in Fujian for decades.

However, the moment Qin Luo's gaze fell on the face of this critically ill old man, his steps faltered almost imperceptibly, and his brows furrowed slightly.

A strange, inexplicable sense of familiarity swept over him without warning.

Qin Luo stood in front of the hospital bed, his gaze falling on Old Master An's face, which was etched with the lines of time and as pale as paper.

That sudden sense of familiarity was not an illusion; it was so strong that it even caused a slight tremor in his heart.

He clearly remembered that the last time he had a similar feeling was when he first met Aunt Feng, the orchard caretaker with a unique air, in Xishan. It was as if some forgotten thread in the dark was connecting these two seemingly unrelated, terminally ill old women with the reclusive woman.

But what exactly it was, where I had seen it before, and why I had this feeling are all shrouded in a thick fog, making them vague and unclear.

"Save him first. We can ask about the rest after he's alive." Qin Luo suppressed his doubts, composed himself, and gently placed three fingers on Old Master An's withered, cold wrist.

The only sounds in the ward were the rhythmic beeping of the medical equipment. An Ruoxi, Qiu Qinyun, Daofeng, and the two senior nurses who followed them in all held their breath, their eyes fixed on Qin Luo's movements and expressions. Daofeng's gaze was particularly focused, his cold face revealing an undisguised tension.

Qin Luo closed his eyes and concentrated, sensing the pulse beneath his fingers—a pulse so faint it was almost imperceptible. The pulse was weak and thready, intermittent, like the last embers of a candle flickering in the wind. Furthermore, a stagnant, long-accumulated energy lingered deep within his internal organs, suggesting it wasn't simply due to illness, but rather…

Just as Qin Luo was concentrating his investigation and gradually forming a plan in his mind—

"Beep—beep—beep—!!!"

The piercing alarm suddenly shattered the silence of the ward! On the most sophisticated vital signs monitor next to the bed, the heart rate waveform, which had been fluctuating slightly, suddenly turned into a straight, merciless, and heart-stopping green line!

Cardiac arrest!

"Old man!"

"dad!"

"Father!"

An Ruoxi, Qiu Qinyun, and Daofeng almost simultaneously gasped in shock, their faces turning deathly pale! The two nurses were also startled, but being well-trained, they immediately stepped forward to perform standard first aid.

"Step aside!"

Qin Luo gave a low shout and moved even faster than them! He pulled back part of the blanket, crossed his hands, and with standard, swift force, began high-frequency, high-intensity chest compressions on the lower part of Old Master An's sternum. Each compression was steady and powerful, attempting to awaken the heart that had stopped beating.

Compressions, artificial respiration, more compressions… Qin Luo performed the standard CPR procedure with impeccable precision. Sweat quickly beaded on his forehead.

One minute, two minutes, three minutes... the straight line on the monitor remained completely still.

Qin Luo's eyes narrowed, and he stopped pressing.

He knew that conventional CPR would probably be ineffective for Mr. An's condition.

With a flick of his wrist, he had somehow managed to pinch several fine, gleaming silver needles between his fingers.

"Nine Curves and Thirteen Needles, Stabilize the Soul and Lock the Spirit!"

He whispered something and moved with lightning speed! The silver needles, accompanied by a faint whooshing sound, pierced thirteen vital acupoints on Old Master An's head, chest, and abdomen with unparalleled precision. The needle tips trembled slightly and emitted an almost inaudible buzzing sound.

Immediately afterwards, his hands moved so fast that they left afterimages. His ten fingers twisted, flicked, lifted, and pressed, performing the more complex and exquisite "Ten Pieces Brocade" acupuncture technique. Silver needles fell like rain, piercing into many acupoints in the limbs and bones, attempting to forcefully clear blockages with powerful acupuncture energy and stimulate the last bit of life.

A faint, peculiar herbal fragrance filled the ward; it was the scent attached to Qin Luo's silver needles.

Everyone was stunned, including the two experienced nurses, who had never seen such a rapid, complex, and seemingly rhythmic acupuncture technique.

Time ticked by, and Qin Luo's forehead was covered in more and more sweat, his face turning slightly pale. The sustained high level of mental concentration and physical exertion was taking a considerable toll on him.

Half an hour, a full half hour.

Qin Luo finally stopped moving.

He slowly, one by one, removed all the silver needles that had been inserted into Old Master An's body.

As the last silver needle left the body, the straight green line on the monitor remained unchanged, coldly lying there.

The ward was deathly silent, with only the monotonous alarm of the medical equipment blaring.

Looking at Old Master An's lifeless face, Qin Luo gently shook his head, his voice carrying a hint of barely perceptible weariness and regret.

"late."

He straightened up and calmly addressed An Ruoxi, whose face was filled with despair, Qiu Qinyun, whose expression was complicated, and Daofeng, who was staring intently at the monitor screen and whose body was trembling slightly.

“Old Master An is not ill. He suffered a very serious internal injury in his early years, which damaged the root of his heart meridian. It has never been cured. Over the years, he has been overworked and his illness has dragged on until now. He is now exhausted and his life force has been completely cut off. I... am powerless to help him.”

"No...impossible! Mr. Qin, please try again! Please try another method! No matter the cost!"

An Ruoxi's eyes instantly reddened, and her voice choked with sobs.

Qiu Qinyun also hurriedly said.

"Dr. Qin, the old man can't leave! Anbang can't do without him! As long as there's a glimmer of hope, we..."

Her words were interrupted by a dull thud.

"Boom!"

Suddenly, Daofeng turned around, facing Qin Luo, and slammed his knees heavily onto the cold, hard floor tiles of the ward! He looked up, and his face, which was always as cold and angular as if carved by a knife, was now filled with unprecedented pleading and despair, and even faintly glistened with tears.

He looked at Qin Luo, his voice hoarse and low, yet carrying a resolute weight.

"Mr. Qin! I beg you! If you can save my godfather, my life is yours from this day forward! I'll go through fire and water for you, even at the cost of my life! Please... think of another way!"

As he spoke, he actually kowtowed heavily to Qin Luo, his forehead touching the ground!
The kneeling and kowtow startled the nurses nearby, who covered their mouths in shock, and even Qiu Qinyun was stunned.

Qin Luo looked at the cold and ruthless man who was famous throughout Fujian kneeling in front of him, but his heart was not stirred.

It wasn't that he didn't want to save them, but rather that there was truly no way to reverse the situation.

He slowly shook his head, his tone tinged with regret.

"It's not that I was unwilling, but that I was truly unable. If I had arrived half a day earlier, perhaps there would have been a 30% chance of managing to keep him alive and then try to treat him gradually. But now... his life is gone, even a miracle couldn't save him. Please accept my condolences."

After saying that, he didn't linger and turned to walk out of the ward. He had done what he needed to do; the system task required "to provide treatment," not "to successfully cure the patient."

Blade remained with his forehead touching the ground until Qin Luo's footsteps disappeared outside the door, at which point he slowly straightened up.

He didn't go to see his godfather, who had already lost vital signs on the hospital bed, nor did he pay attention to An Ruoxi, who was about to cry beside him. Instead, he slowly turned his head, and in his unfathomable eyes, there was a cold killing intent that was almost solidified, like two poisoned ice spikes, piercing straight towards Qiu Qinyun beside him!
Qiu Qinyun felt a chill run down her spine under that gaze, as if she had fallen into an ice cave! She instantly understood the meaning behind that sharp look—if her son, Li Guanghui, hadn't framed Qin Luo and hadn't wasted that crucial half-day, the old man might still have a chance of survival! (End of Chapter)