Chapter Eight: Awakening

In the operating room, Ye Cheng’s fingers danced over the hospital bed, and more and more silver needles were swiftly and precisely inserted into the old man’s acupoints. Qin Siyuan strained his eyes and could vaguely see the clotted blood at the ends of the needles. In an instant, the old man was transformed into a human pincushion.

With so many long, slender needles piercing Old Master Luo’s body, everyone’s hearts were in their throats. Could Ye Cheng really cure him?

Suddenly, with a single “tick,” all of Old Master Luo’s readings on the monitors dropped to zero, including his breathing. His vital signs were gone—medically, he was pronounced dead.

“He’s…he’s dead?” Luo Yu stammered.

“Ye Cheng, how will you pay for the old man’s life?” Xu Fengnian shouted.

“Ye Cheng, you murderer! I’m going to make sure you end up in prison!” Luo Qiuyu pointed at Ye Cheng’s nose and roared.

“Hahaha! Ye Cheng, you always pretended to be a miracle worker, and now you’ve killed the old man with your incompetence! Let’s see what you do now!” Zhu Yaotang laughed wildly, looking up at the ceiling.

“Why panic?” Qin Siyuan barked, brimming with expectation as he looked at Ye Cheng.

It was coming.

That legendary moment was coming—the miraculous revival technique that made the name of the God of Medicine, renowned for bringing the dead back to life, famed as the Needle of Resurrection!

Qin Siyuan had only heard of it, never witnessed it with his own eyes. Now, finally, he was about to see it, and he would not allow others to interfere.

Immediately, Qin Siyuan’s sharp gaze swept across the room, silencing Luo Qiuyu, Zhu Yaotang, and the others.

“It’s done; the old man is fine now.” Ye Cheng, focused on his needlework, had no time for their accusations. After allowing the needles to fully stimulate the acupoints, he swiftly withdrew them, rubbed his temples, rested for a moment, and spoke.

As for the absence of vital signs, it was merely a state of suspended animation induced by the Needle of Resurrection. In just a few minutes, the old man would awaken.

“He’s fine? You call this ‘fine’?”

“Ye Cheng, open your eyes—the old man has no vital signs! Murderer!”

“What else can you say for yourself, you charlatan?” Luo Qiuyu and the others pressed Ye Cheng relentlessly.

“What’s the meaning of this uproar? Ye Cheng says he’s cured, so he’s cured!” Qin Siyuan commanded, stopping their tirade.

How dare they question the God of Medicine himself? If Ye Cheng weren’t so humble and unwilling to let him intervene, Qin Siyuan would have lost patience long ago.

“This is a family matter. Commander Qin, please do not interfere. Otherwise, don’t blame the Luo family for being ungracious!” Xu Fengnian retorted, unwilling to back down. With the old man dead, her luxury cars and mansion would slip away. She was determined to make Ye Cheng pay.

“Hmph! Your family set Ye Cheng up first. What’s wrong with me standing up for him? Or do you intend to challenge a five-star deputy commander?” Qin Siyuan, seasoned in warfare, had never feared anyone. He was curious how the Luo family would show their ‘ungraciousness.’

“I wouldn’t dare!” Xu Fengnian’s face was icy. “Commander, Ye Cheng is a shameless scoundrel who tried to seduce my daughter. How is that us setting him up? He angered the old man, and now he’s killed him—are you going to protect him?”

“Wait a moment—I did not kill the old man,” Ye Cheng corrected.

“Ye Cheng, face reality. Even I couldn’t save the old man, let alone you, an uncertified amateur!” Zhu Yaotang watched coldly, secretly delighted.

Before his words had faded, an angry shout came from the hospital bed.

“What’s all this noise? Can’t a man get some sleep?”