"I'm almost sixty years old this year, and I only have one son, Wan Wenhao, if he dies, my house will be cut off from incense."

The love between father and son is thicker than water, no matter how Wan Qingshan usually treats Wan Wenhao, when it comes to his son's life, Wan Qingshan is as painful and nervous as an ordinary father.

kept kowtowing and begging Song Feng to come up with the best of both worlds.

I'd rather exchange my life for Wan Wenhao's life than watch my son die in front of me.

Song Feng somewhat didn't expect that Wan Qingshan's father and son, who were deceitful women, would have such a deep father-son relationship.

Wan Qingshan's head was bleeding, even if Mrs. Wan and Wan Qingsong pulled him up, Wan Qingshan still insisted on kowtowing.

"Mr. Song, all the mistakes are my fault, if it weren't for my support, my son would never dare to deal with you again and again, if you have to die, you can kill me, I promise no complaints."

"If you think it's not okay to just kill me, I'm willing to hand over all the assets of the second room to you, please, save my son, he is my only son, my only heir."

Wan Qingshan burst into tears and begged Song Feng again and again.

And lowered the conditions many times, as long as Wan Wenhao's life can be saved, even if he is paralyzed in bed, Wan Qingshan can accept it.

Maybe it's because he has done too many bad things, Wan Qingshan, who is in his fifties this year, only has one son under his knees.

No matter how many women he found outside, no one gave him sons and daughters for decades.

The older he gets, the more affectionate Wan Qingshan becomes.

In front of him, he was a strict father, and he cared about Wan Wenhao more than anyone else.

His son's life hangs by a thread, whether he can survive or not, the only hope hangs on Song Feng.

Wan Qingsong couldn't bear to say, "Mr. Song, if you don't look at the face of the monk and look at the face of the Buddha, you should give me a face, and find a way to help the second brother and his family."

Mrs. Wan and other relatives of the Wan family also followed and pleaded.

"Everyone, be quiet."

Song Feng interrupted everyone's pleading, and said with a serious expression, "What I can tell you now is that I will definitely do my best, and as for whether I succeed or not, it all depends on the will of God."

"To tell you the truth, I'm not very sure, but I'll do my best."

Wan Hexiang nodded again and again, and said, "Mr. Song, we believe in you, I believe that you will be able to do it, if you need any help, just say, I will send someone to prepare it for you immediately."

Wan Hexiang knew that there was no perfect thing in the world, and it was not easy for Song Feng to give such a promise, and continuing to ask Song Feng to give him a 100% answer would only have the opposite effect.

Song Feng said calmly, "Contact the hospital immediately, prepare an operating room for me, and at the same time inform Old Doctor Chen that I need his cooperation for this treatment."

When the words fell, the entire Wanjia immediately moved...

It only took ten minutes for Wanjia to contact a local tertiary hospital.

Doctor Chen, who received the news, rushed to the hospital as soon as possible.

After a general understanding of the situation, Old Doctor Chen worriedly reminded Song Feng that it was too risky to do so.

Even when blood is taken in a sterile operating room, the risk is not much reduced.

Song Feng replied helplessly: "Old Doctor Chen, I have considered what you said, now I can only gamble, after opening Wan Wenhao's heart, I will use my whole body true qi to hang him, and then I will personally take out the blood of my heart to minimize the damage as much as possible."

"If God bless everything going well, Wan Wenhao may be able to save a life, and then perform a blood exchange on him, and the problem may be solved."

The plan is this plan, as for how much success there is, Song Feng didn't dare to pack a ticket at all, so he could only do his best to obey the fate of heaven.

Half an hour later, the operation officially began.

In the huge operating room, there were only Song Feng and Old Doctor Chen in sterile clothes.

Old Doctor Chen acted as an assistant and handed a scalpel to Song Feng, who held the scalpel in one hand and pressed it on Wanwen with the other

Hao's shoulders continuously fed the pure and pure qi in his body into Wan Wenhao's body.

Soon, a scalpel cuts through the skin and muscles on the outside of the heart.

After a while, a bright red beating heart appeared in front of the two of them.

Song Feng glanced at Old Doctor Chen, and Old Doctor Chen knowingly took a wet towel from the side and gently wiped Song Feng's forehead.

At this moment, it is not the best time to take blood.

Song Feng picked up the silver needles from the tray one by one and pierced them all near Wan Wenhao's heart veins to further save Wan Wenhao's life.

As time passed, Song Feng began the final work, collecting his heart's blood.

Drops of blood fell into the container, and Song Feng was engrossed, not daring to be distracted in the slightest.

As a half-step Jindan cultivator, Song Feng's true qi in his body was as vast as the sea.

Even so, it can't stand up to the continuous consumption.

In just over an hour, most of the true qi in the body had been consumed.

Three hours later, the blood in his heart was exhausted, and Song Feng's true qi was already one in ten.

The heart rate monitor showed that Wan Wenhao's physical condition was normal, and there was no unfavorable situation such as heart rate drop and weakened vital signs due to heart surgery.

"Old Doctor Chen, I can't act now, please hand over the blood to Old Man Wan, let him drink it immediately, I want to use the exercises here to regulate breathing and recover a certain amount of true qi."

"You can rest first, and I'll do it right away."

Old Doctor Chen didn't dare to slack off, picked up his things and walked out.

Song Feng sat cross-legged in the operating room, seizing the time to recover his body.

Next, there is still a job waiting for Song Feng to repair Wan Wenhao's heart.

The repair and suturing of the heart is completed, and only when everything goes well can the second step of blood replacement be performed.

A few hours later, the true qi on Song Feng's body finally recovered somewhat.

Standing up again, Song Feng pulled out the silver needle while repairing and bandaging.

"How?"

I don't know how long it took, Song Feng took off his mask and walked out of the operating room.

Wan Hexiang's face was ruddy, his body had improved significantly, and his whole person became as healthy as before.

Song Feng smiled and said, "God bless everything going well, all the values are very good, let Wan Wenhao recuperate for two days first, and then perform blood exchange on him."

Hearing this, Wan Qingshan immediately rushed into the operating room with the medical staff.

The value of the instrument is the same as what Song Feng said, Wan Wenhao is really not in danger of life.

Song Feng comforted everyone while secretly sighing to himself.

There is no essential difference between Chinese medicine and Western medicine, all of them are means and methods of saving people.

This time, Wan Wenhao was able to get out of danger, which is a perfect embodiment of the integration of traditional Chinese and Western medicine.

Relying only on traditional Chinese medicine, blood exchange is carried out through methods handed down from ancient times.

The risk factor is as high as 90 percent.

With the use of blood purifiers and other blood exchange devices in conjunction with Western medicine, the risk factor has plummeted.