After the operation door opened, Ling Chen was helped in by two nurses.

The dean and the others inside knew that Ling Chen was the second young master of the Ling family, and looked at him respectfully.

He has to come in, does he have a way to save Old Man Ye?

"Ling Chen, what are you doing here?" Qin Ping looked at him with a puzzled expression, he should lie on the bed and recuperate.

After all, he had just returned from the Ghost Gate, and if the wound worsened, no one would be able to save him, not even a god.

"Aunt Qin, maybe I can save him, even if I can't, I can let him slow down." Ling Chen looked at Qin Ping and said with a serious expression.

"You?"

The other expert doctors looked at Ling Chen with a questioning expression.

They naturally thought that Ling Chen's words were undoubtedly in the Arabian Nights.

They have been practicing medicine for decades and have a good reputation in the medical community, even the people they can't save, Ling Chen, a young boy, can he save? It's just a joke.

Besides, even Qin Ping and the dean had no choice, how could he save it?

"Yes, me." Ling Chen nodded.

"The patient's cancer tumor is less than a centimeter away from the lung lobe, and we can't even open it, how can you save it?" An expert doctor looked at Ling Chen and said disdainfully.

"Time is urgent, no nonsense, let's get started." Ling Chen said a little impatiently, now is not the time to argue about this.

He knew that those doctors looked down on him, but Ling Chen wanted to show his hand in front of them.

"I can tell you, if something happens, we are not responsible, and we can't afford it."

Several other doctors have said that they are not responsible.

If something really happens, even the dean can't afford to be responsible.

"You don't have to be responsible, because he's my girlfriend's grandfather, which is my grandfather." Ling Chen's face was solemn.

"We can't help it, maybe he has, let him try." The dean said in a dilemma.

Now they have to be a dead horse as a live horse doctor, they can't save it anyway, why not give Ling Chen a chance?

Anyway, it's dead horizontally and vertically.

"Ling Chen, then you be careful, what do you need us to do, just ask." Qin Ping looked at Ling Chen and nodded.

In Ling Chen's hand, there was an extra handful of silver needles, and after all the sterilization, he began to stab at Ye Badao's chest.

Ye Badao had already been anesthetized, so he didn't feel any pain.

Ling Chen's every movement was very meticulous, he knew where Ye Badao's lung lobe was, so the place where the silver needle pricked down was exactly where the cancer tumor and the lung lobe met, and every needle was very accurate.

After eight stitches in a row, Ling Chen didn't dare to take it lightly and continued to prick the needles.

There are a total of 18 silver needles, which need to be completely pierced to separate the cancer from the lobes of the lungs so that they can be removed later.

Although Ling Chen's face was calm, his palms were sweating nervously, he was just pretending to be calm, and he didn't want to create a tense atmosphere for everyone.

The silver needles that can usually be pierced in a few clicks, but Ling Chen took five minutes, and every part was very accurate.

After piercing the eighteen silver needles side by side, Dean Zhao Lin was well-informed after all, and looked at Ling Chen with a shocked expression and said, "You...... Are you using the eighteen needles against the sky? ”

"What? This is the eighteen needles against the sky? An expert doctor, hearing this term, looked down on Ling Chen just now, and then became extremely surprised.

These expert doctors have heard of the eighteen needles against the sky, but this is a traditional Chinese medicine acupuncture method that has been lost since the beginning of the Qing Dynasty, why did it reappear in Ling Chen?

Even Zhao Lin has never seen it, and today he finally opened his eyes.

When he studied medicine, although Zhao Lin studied clinical science and Western medicine, he was also involved in traditional Chinese medicine.

I know that the eighteen needles against the sky have been lost for hundreds of years, but I didn't expect to see the light of day today.

And the eighteen needles against the sky, the requirements for practitioners are extremely harsh, requiring every acupuncture point to be controlled very accurately, as long as a needle is wrong, you have to start again.

Eighteen needles are very consuming of the mental energy of the practitioner.

After Ling Chen finished piercing, his spirit weakened.

"Yes, it's the eighteen needles against the sky." After Ling Chen finished piercing, he nodded casually.

"Amazing, I didn't expect you to know how to perform eighteen needles against the sky at such a young age, and dare to ask who your master is?" Zhao Lin admired Ling Chen so much that he threw himself to the ground.

"Master? I don't have a master, it's my family heirloom. Ling Chen said with a humble expression.

"Family heirloom? Yes, before your grandfather started business in the early years, he was indeed a family of traditional Chinese medicine, so it's no wonder that he knew how to defy the sky and eighteen needles. Zhao Lin nodded, he had dabbled in the history of the Ling Chen family.

However, after the death of Grandpa Tai, the medical skills of the Ling Chen family were lost, because his grandfather and his father were both businessmen, and no one was a doctor and had no talent in that area, so it was lost.

Unexpectedly, today's eighteen needles against the sky were picked up in Ling Chen's hand.

Those expert doctors had ugly faces, thinking about it carefully, they were just selling their reputations, and Ling Chen had such a stunt, but he didn't show it, compared to Ling Chen, they were so ashamed that they couldn't see anyone, and they couldn't wait to find a crack to drill into.

The legendary eighteen needles against the sky can bring people back to life.

"I've separated the lobes of the lungs from the cancer, so you can open the lungs." Ling Chen glanced at Qin Ping, and then left the emergency room, anyway, he couldn't help here, and the next thing was their business.

Then, the dean immediately arranged for surgery and disembowelment, disemboweling along with the silver needle pierced by Ling Chen, without touching the lung lobes, Ye Badao's operation was very safe.

Walking outside, Ye Yihan hurriedly said, "Ling Chen, how is my grandfather?" ”

"I did my best, it's up to them next, don't worry." Ling Chen comforted.

Ye Yihan nodded and waited anxiously outside.

Surprisingly, Ye Tan's family did not appear in the hospital, only she and her father accompanied her grandfather.

Presumably, Ye Tan felt that Ye Badao gave the family business to Ye Nantian, and he felt unbalanced in his heart, so he did not appear in the hospital.

"I'll help you back." Ye Yihan took Ling Chen's arm and walked towards Ling Chen's ward.

Ling Chen couldn't come out for too long, he was very weak, he needed to go back to continue the infusion and recuperate, and he had to take medicine.

For treatment in the hospital, Ling Chen's daily expenses are tens of thousands of yuan, but fortunately, this amount of money is just a drop in the bucket for him.

"Give me a good rest, don't get out of bed again."

After Ye Yihan helped Ling Chen lie down, he said angrily.

"Okay." Ling Chen smiled.

Ye Yihan continued to return to the emergency room and wait.

The operation was very long, it was very busy, the atmosphere was a little depressing, and no one spoke loudly.

Qin Ping skillfully held the scalpel and cut it off, each knife was very accurate.

Two hours later, the cancer was removed, but the cancer cells had already spread in Ye Badao's body.

They have already injected Ye Badao, hoping to control the further spread of cancer cells.

(3rd Update)

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