The Golden-Eyed Life of a Security Guard

Song Lan didn't want Gu Yuebai to get involved in this mess. With such a large-scale outbreak of patients, even the People's Hospital was helpless.

It even alarmed the municipal government, the provincial government, and even the central government, who took notice.

A single misstep could lead to utter ruin.

Song Lan was very worried that something might happen to Gu Yuebai.

However, Gu Yuebai only said one sentence: "Human life is of paramount importance."

He rode in Wu Yueming's Rolls-Royce, heading to the People's Hospital with Wu Yueming and Song Lan.

When the car stopped at the entrance of the People's Hospital, Gu Yuebai walked to the entrance and the scene in front of him made his scalp tingle.

People were packed together, shoulder to shoulder, countless people crowded into the hall. Screams, wails, cries, and curses mingled together. Gu Yuebai had never experienced such a tragic scene in her life, and she was equally at a loss.

Suddenly, a middle-aged man collapsed.

"Doctor, doctor, please save my man, please save him!"

Gu Yuebai quickly walked to the man and squatted down.

His eyes flashed, and he clearly understood the man's symptoms.

Song Lan handed over the silver needles at the right moment, and Gu Yuebai looked at Song Lan.

"I know you'll definitely need it, so I took it with me when I left."

Gu Yuebai quickly used the Dragon Soul Nine Needles. After inserting three needles, he twisted the silver needles and channeled his spiritual power into the unconscious man's body through them.

No one could see this action.

They only saw Gu Yuebai twirling a silver needle, which moved up and down and sometimes rotated, giving them a mysterious feeling.

A few minutes later, Gu Yuebai's face began to turn pale, while the man's eyelids twitched slightly.

"Who are you? What are you doing? Don't move! Are you going to be responsible for anything that happens to the patient?"

Everyone turned their heads and saw a stunningly beautiful female doctor with long, flowing hair and a star-like appearance. She was wearing a white coat and green gloves and walked over with a cold expression and an unfriendly look.

Wu Yueming quickly stepped forward and explained, "I am Wu Yueming, the developer of Imperial View Mansion. This is the miracle doctor I invited; he can cure this strange illness."

"A miracle doctor? Hmph, even the vice-dean was helpless, how could he..."

Just as she was about to say something, the unconscious man woke up.

His wife immediately hugged him, crying, "Honey, honey! How are you feeling?"

"I feel much better, the wound doesn't hurt anymore, it feels quite comfortable..."

"Miracle doctor! You are truly a miracle doctor. Thank you! Thank you!"

His wife knelt down with a thud and kept kowtowing.

The man also knelt down with difficulty, grateful to Gu Yuebai for saving his life.

Two strands of faith power entered Gu Yuebai's body. In an instant, Gu Yuebai felt much more comfortable. She no longer felt empty and felt refreshed all over.

He quickly helped the two of them up.

The beautiful female doctor, who looked just like Liu Yifei, continued to yell at Gu Yuebai, "This is a terminal illness, how could it possibly get better immediately? Humph, only if professional equipment tests it and everything is normal can we confirm that he has truly recovered."

Gu Yuebai stood up, staring intently at the beautiful doctor, his tone harsh: "Human life is at stake. You're here talking to me about whether the patient has recovered? Don't you think that's unethical? I'm just doing my best. As for whether he's recovered or not, that's something that needs to be confirmed. I don't care. You can take him for testing."

Wu Yueming grabbed the man's arm and said excitedly, "The bleeding has stopped! Look, his wound has stopped bleeding and is starting to scab over."

The beautiful doctor quickly squatted down to examine her.

It really did scab over.

This is a new situation. Before, no matter what treatment they tried, using all available methods to stop the bleeding, even traditional Chinese medicine acupuncture, they couldn't stop the wound from bleeding, and it was always covered in blood.

"Go quickly and invite the vice president over so he can take a look," the beautiful doctor shouted to a nurse.

"Okay, I'll go right away."

In the hall, a man who had fainted was saved by a young man with a few needles. The crowd began to stir and rushed over, shouting to Gu Yuebai, "Miracle doctor, save us!"

"One at a time, one at a time."

Before the changes in the lobby could reach the upper floors, dozens of patients in the intensive care unit on the sixth floor, who had already fainted and whose bodies were covered in sores, were on the verge of death, their fate hanging in the balance.

However, in the intensive care unit, an elderly man in his fifties, accompanied by the head of Western medicine surgery and the head of internal medicine, were all on duty, but they were helpless and did not know where to start.

The head of surgery advocated removing the ulcerated and necrotic tissue, while the head of internal medicine believed that the dampness in the body should be treated first, and the vice president preferred to use traditional Chinese medicine to suppress the pathogenic factors.

None of the three could convince the others, but whatever their ideas were, they had already tried.

Two people have already died due to the delay in treatment.

"What do we do, Director? Are we just going to stand by and watch thousands of lives die in our hospital?"

"This responsibility is too great; I'm afraid we can't bear it."

The old man sighed and shook his head. He pondered for a moment and said, "The dean has already asked for help from higher authorities. We can only do our best and leave the rest to fate."

He is Zhang Jing, the vice president of our institute and a top expert in traditional Chinese medicine.

Even with such a high status and exceptional medical skills, he could only look on with envy.

"If my master were still alive, perhaps he could recognize what this illness is. It's laughable that we don't even know what it is."

"Hospital director! Director! Something's wrong!" The nurse rushed in, panting.

Zhang Jing sensed something was wrong and quickly asked, "Is there another serious case in the hall?"

"Yes, there is one, a critically ill patient, who fainted..."

"Then hurry up and move them up..." Zhang Jing said hastily.

"No, there's a new development. That person was revived by a young man in his twenties. And..."

Upon hearing this, the head of internal medicine quickly pressed, "And what? Tell me!"

"Hmm." She swallowed and continued, "And the festering sores have started to scab over and are healing."

Upon hearing this, Zhang Jing was overjoyed and immediately exclaimed, "Let's go, let's go take a look!"

The group quickly went downstairs and headed to the lobby.

They hurried into the hall, squeezed through the crowd, and saw a young man in his twenties wearing a white shirt, holding silver needles in his hand, performing acupuncture on a patient.

His expression was focused, and his acupuncture techniques were skillful and experienced. In his hands, the silver needles were used in a variety of techniques, such as twisting, lifting, inserting, vibrating, scraping, flicking, shaking, and pushing, without any hesitation. It would not be an exaggeration to say that he was a veteran acupuncturist with decades of experience.

However, what they were facing now was just a young man in his twenties.

Such technique and such skill are simply perfect.

Vice Dean Zhang Jing could hardly imagine what kind of master such a young man came from.