A miraculous doctor descended from the heavens.

The tourniquet was wrapped around Uncle Gui's wrist, and the veins finally swelled up after Gu Feng patted them a few times.

This time, Gu Feng finally managed to insert the needle into Uncle Gui's vein.

The anti-shock fluid hanging above the bed slowly dripped into Uncle Gui's body.

A few minutes later, Uncle Gui's vital signs showed a slight improvement. However, this was merely a delaying tactic; the most effective measure was still a blood transfusion.

After about ten minutes, Ding Hanhan finally came in, pale-faced, with 600cc of type A blood.

"Why is it taking so long?" Gu Feng complained with the air of a master surgeon, snatched the blood from her hand, and used it to replace Uncle Gui's blood.

Ding Hanhan hesitated for a moment, but ultimately said nothing.

Blood slowly flowed into Uncle Gui's veins, and his blood pressure gradually rose. When the blood pressure reached 90 to 60, Gu Feng had already prepared all the necessary equipment and was ready to begin repairing Uncle Gui's tendons.

This surgery is extremely difficult. Even if Gu Feng manages to complete it, Uncle Gui will still need to persevere with rehabilitation exercises to have any chance of recovery.

However, it's practically impossible for him to fully recover to his previous level of running, jumping, and physical activity. After all, Uncle Gui is nearly fifty years old, his physical functions have declined to some extent, and his self-recovery ability is not ideal.

However, whether Uncle Gui is paralyzed or crippled, it doesn't affect his abilities. This is because Uncle Gui and the advisor are the same type of person; their abilities aren't manifested in fighting, but rather in their wisdom and strategy.

In other words, Uncle Ghost is a brain-eater.

Of course, he might not be as cunning or scheming as Gu Feng or the advisor, but he was better than any of them at coordinating and managing the gang.

In other words, Uncle Ghost is a butler-type talent.

If he could genuinely pledge allegiance to the Yihe Gang, Ding Hanhan would gain a powerful general.

From now on, she won't have to deal with gang affairs as much as before, with headaches, worries, and mental confusion.

However, for now, she still has to dutifully act as Gu Feng's surgical assistant and nurse.

"Tweezers." Gu Feng reached out, his tone firm and steady, exuding an air of authority.

Ding Hanhan quickly found some tweezers and handed them to him.

However, with so much equipment, Ding Hanhan's movements were still a little slow. Gu Feng rolled his eyes at her as a result, but she tolerated it.

"Scissors." Gu Feng reached out again.

Ding Hanhan slowed down again. Unsurprisingly, she received another glare from the head surgeon.

"Hemostats." Gu Feng reached out again.

Ding Hanhan's movements were still slow, very slow. However, this time, before Gu Feng could roll his eyes, she seemed to have already lost her temper. The hemostat slammed heavily onto the ground.

Gu Feng was about to lash out when he discovered that, in addition to the hemostat, Ding Hanhan had also been knocked to the ground.

Gu Feng was shocked and forgot about Uncle Gui, so he quickly went over to help her up.

He checked her pulse and then examined her elbow and wrist, where there was indeed a fresh needle mark. He exclaimed in surprise, "This 600cc of blood, was it all drawn from your body?"

Ding Hanhan nodded, her face pale and lips white.

"Oh my god, what are you doing?" Gu Feng scolded with concern.

"Among everyone, I'm the only one with type A blood, not even Uncle Gui's daughter. What can I do?" Ding Hanhan said weakly in a low voice.

"Well... you can't just take that much at once. Couldn't you take two hundred to tide you over, and then have the A-type blood brothers from the nearby gang come over?"

"Uncle Gui's condition is so dangerous, how could I have thought of so much? Besides, what woman doesn't lose hundreds of cc of blood every month? It's okay, just don't yell at me anymore." Ding Hanhan struggled to stand up again, but fell back down due to dizziness.

"Alright, you should rest for a while. I can handle the surgery by myself." Gu Feng said, then brought her a bottle of 10% glucose solution and poured it down her throat. He then took off his suit jacket and draped it over her shoulders before returning to Uncle Gui's side and picking up the scalpel again...

The surgery was finally completed an hour and a half later. As for whether it was successful, Gu Feng couldn't guarantee it; he simply reattached Uncle Gui's tendons using the same method he used to reconnect the tendons of a frog.

According to Gu Feng's estimation, barring any major unforeseen circumstances, he should probably, perhaps, or maybe... recover to some extent.

Who cares? He did his best anyway.

After the surgery, he opened the door. Song Rong'er, who had been waiting outside, quickly came forward and asked, "Brother Feng, how is my dad?"

"He's out of danger. He can eat, drink, poop, and sleep normally from now on. As for whether he can run and jump, that's up to him." With one sentence, Gu Feng casually shirked his responsibility for the surgery.

"It's my duty, it's my duty." Gu Feng scratched his head somewhat embarrassedly. He wondered what this girl's reaction would be if she knew that her father's miserable state was all his fault.

"Big brother, can I go in and see my dad now?" Song Rong'er asked again.

"He hasn't woken up yet, so it's pointless to look at him." Gu Feng didn't say the second half of the sentence.

"That……"

"Let's wait a while, until he wakes up. His wound has just been bandaged," Gu Feng thought for a moment.

"Oh." Song Rong'er lowered her head and sat down on the sofa next to her again.

Gu Feng was a bit tired after tossing and turning all night. Ding Hanhan had already gone back to her room to rest, and he knew that going back would wake her. So he sat down as well. He wanted to wait for Uncle Gui to wake up so he could chat with him for a bit.

"Little sister..."

"Big brother, I'm not a little kid anymore," Song Rong'er interrupted Gu Feng, puffing out her chest.

Gu Feng glanced at her chest and suddenly felt a dryness in his mouth. It was indeed quite large, and not small at all.

"How old are you?" Gu Feng asked.

"Sixteen," Song Rong'er answered loudly, then explained in a low voice, "It'll be sixteen after the New Year."

"Oh." Gu Feng nodded. She was indeed not young. In their Great Liao Dynasty, she would already be married. If she were more developed, she would already be a mother.

"Big brother, what's your name?" Song Rong'er, who was only fifteen and a half years old, asked this question with a slight blush on her face.

"My name is Gu Feng. What's yours?"

"My name is Song Rong'er. Brother Feng, you can call me Rong'er."

Gu Feng nodded, and was about to call Rong'er to give it a try when he heard Uncle Gui's groans coming from the room.

Perhaps, in some mysterious way, Uncle Gui had already sensed that someone was seducing his daughter, which is why he woke up early.

Song Rong'er no longer cared about Gu Feng and rushed into the room. Gu Feng had no choice but to follow behind her.

The two entered the room and found that Uncle Gui, who was lying on the hospital bed, had slowly woken up, but his face was still frighteningly pale.

"Dad, how are you feeling? Are you feeling any better?" Song Rong'er asked.

Uncle Gui pursed his lips, and after a long while, he finally spoke in a weak voice, "I'm feeling a bit better. Rong'er, don't worry, Dad's fine."

"Yes, Dad, you'll get better. Brother Feng said you'll get better soon and be back to normal," Song Rong'er said to her father.

Gu Feng has a big head. Did he say that? I don't think so.

"Rong'er, where's your sister Xiaomei?" Uncle Gui asked again.

"She's outside," Song Rong'er replied.

"Then you go take care of her. Daddy needs to talk to this...Brother Feng about something, okay?" Uncle Gui asked his daughter for her opinion. However, he clearly found it difficult to say the words "Brother Feng."

"Okay." Song Rong'er nodded sensibly, then went out and closed the door behind her.

Seeing Uncle Gui's serious expression, Gu Feng also became cautious.

Because he knew that what Uncle Gui did next might be crucial for the Yihe Gang.