When Qiu Zeyu was brought to the clinic covered in blood, Zhao Zhicheng was in the lobby selecting experienced traditional Chinese medicine practitioners who had come to apply for jobs.

"Zhao Zhicheng! Quick, save him!" Lan Yamei was terrified, her face pale with fright, fearing that if she hesitated even for a second, her life would be in danger.

Zhao Zhicheng quickly left the crowd and had the guards take the person to the treatment room on the second floor.

Tie Tou, who had rushed over, was in a panic. This was the strongest person in his heart, how could he have ended up like this? Many neighbors who had come to watch the commotion also gathered at the entrance. Lan Ya Mei's eyes were red with anxiety, and she shouted, "Tie Tou, close the clinic doors! No one is allowed to go into the second-floor consultation room! Can you do that?"

Infected, Tie Tou responded loudly, "I can do it!" He immediately pushed everyone out of the clinic, closed the door, and ordered the Li family father and son to guard it and not to open it for anyone.

Wang Fengyang had never seen his master like this before, and he was already terrified, tears streaming down his face. Lan Yamei shouted, "Don't cry! Your master isn't dead! You and Tietou guard the door to the treatment room. No one is allowed to come in without my permission. If anyone comes in and delays the treatment, I'll hold you accountable." After saying that, she rushed into the treatment room and never showed her again.

After examination, Zhao Zhicheng found that Qiu Zeyu had seven or eight sword wounds on his body, the most fatal one being in his neck, which nearly severed his trachea. Zhao Zhicheng immediately began emergency treatment, with Lan Yamei assisting him.

Zhao Zhicheng first had Lan Yamei bring out the oxygen cylinder for Qiu Zeyu. He then hurriedly prepared surgical instruments and turned to Lan Yamei, saying, "Take all his clothes off! Also, get a few bottles of alcohol. This kid is lucky; he made some protein threads himself a few days ago. Use them on him today."

Seeing that Lan Ya Mei was still stunned, he urged, "Hurry up! I'll start the surgery in three minutes."

Lan Yamei, who has been single since birth for decades, has never undressed a man; she simply cannot do it.

While disinfecting, Zhao Zhicheng urged, "I have two more minutes to finish. If you don't want him to die, hurry up."

Lan Yamei steeled her heart and thought, "Whatever!" In a few quick movements, she stripped Qiu Zeyu naked, only then noticing several injuries on his legs. Lan Yamei didn't have time to steal a glance at his well-defined abs; she just focused on cleaning the wounds with alcohol, her heart aching.

Stimulated by the alcohol, Qiu Zeyu experienced a slight pain reaction, his weak breathing became labored, and his eyelashes trembled slightly.

Fearing he might wake up midway, Zhao Zhicheng gave him an anesthetic injection, and Qiu Zeyu was under anesthesia in less than a minute. Zhao Zhicheng flipped his eyelids and said, "It's okay." He then put on gloves and quickly began deep cleaning and suturing from the neck.

Just as the wound on his neck was stitched up, Qiu Kongkong rushed over from outside the treatment room. He had learned that his brother was seriously injured and his life hung in the balance, so he desperately tried to burst in. Seeing that Tie Tou and Wang Fengyang couldn't stop him, the door was pounded on loudly.

Zhao Zhicheng had already sutured the trachea and began deep cleaning the sword wound on his chest. He said with unwavering focus, "His intestines also have several penetrating wounds, which require extremely high precision in suturing. I need quiet."

Seeing that Tie Tou and Wang Fengyang were about to lose control, Lan Yamei shouted through the door, "Qiu Kongkong, your brother won't die! If you keep making trouble and distract Doctor Zhao, you might lose his life."

Qiu Kongkong quieted down a bit, but still insisted on going in to stay by his side. "I know everything. My brother is so badly injured. I have to stay by his side."

"Stop meddling! I'm more anxious than you are about your brother's condition! If you really care, focus on healing your injuries and helping Murong Xingchen pry open Hua Yuhe's mouth. That's more important than anything else." Lan Yamei still couldn't open the door; she couldn't let anyone know about her modern medical skills. She would have to go back eventually, and leaving trouble behind was undesirable.

"You mean Hua Yuhe? She's the one who killed my brother?"

“It’s Wutongling. You can ask Murong Xingchen. Hua Yuhe is tight-lipped and won’t reveal any information. Right now, Aunt Guan and Uncle Ouyang are also missing, which is probably related to Hua Yuhe.” Lan Yamei just wanted to get rid of him and buy time for Zhao Zhicheng’s surgery.

There was a series of footsteps coming down the stairs outside the door. Lan Yamei asked, "Tietou, what's going on outside?"

Iron Head said with a tense expression, "Master Qiu and Yangyang must have gone to find Murong Xingchen!"

"Those two impulsive bastards! Ironhead, you keep watch! If I'm not mistaken, another group of thieves will attack the clinic." Lan Yamei had a strange premonition. Whenever there was danger before, she would always feel a strange sense of unease. Whether it was ancestral protection or divine favor, this feeling had returned!

Zhao Zhicheng dared not be careless and quickly stitched up the wound.

No sooner had he finished speaking than the window of the treatment room facing the street was smashed open, and a masked man in black burst in, brandishing a large knife and slashing at Zhao and Qiu.

Without a second thought, Lan Yamei pulled out two pistols and shot the man down from the air. The man in black crashed to the ground, spitting blood, and could no longer stand up.

Before they could even reach the window to check what was happening, two more men in black flew in. As soon as they landed, they saw their slain comrade and charged at Qiu and Zhao with their broadswords. Lan Yamei fired both guns simultaneously, and before the two men could even touch Zhao Zhicheng's back, they were killed instantly, right at the window sill.

"Good job! Give me another twenty minutes. His Achilles tendon has been severed, and I need to reattach it immediately," Zhao Zhicheng said while stitching.

Fearing another sneak attack through the window, Lan Yamei dragged the bed along, while Zhao Zhicheng continued pulling it to the corner between the two walls.

Lan Yamei gripped her pistol tightly, keeping watch on her surroundings! Sure enough, less than half a minute later, five more masked men in black entered at the same time. Before they could even make a move, Lan Yamei killed them one by one.

Looking at the eight corpses on the ground, Lan Yamei dared not let her guard down. Her heart was pounding, and she felt that there was still a big show to come at the end.

Sure enough, after a brief silence, as if a divine weapon had descended from the sky, a swift sword pierced through the roof, smashing through walls and tiles, heading straight for Lan Yamei's forehead.

Lan Ya Mei didn't care about anything else and fired a barrage of bullets at the target with both guns. Although the man nimbly dodged many bullets, he was still shot in the leg and jumped out of the window to escape before he could even run away.

Lan Yamei felt relieved and looked back at Zhao Zhicheng, who had already completed the surgery and was covering Qiu Zeyu with a blanket.

Zhao Zhicheng, who was highly focused, was covered in sweat and almost exhausted, so he leaned against the wall. Lan Yamei quickly took out a bottle of glucose and handed it to him to drink, then hurried to check on Qiu Zeyu.

Fortunately, everything was done in time. Qiu Zeyu's breathing was even and his condition was stable. After obtaining Zhao Zhicheng's consent, they removed the oxygen mask and quickly started an IV drip for Qiu Zeyu, although the drip rate was adjusted to be quite fast. Only then did they turn to check the true face of the man in black.

After removing the mask, they realized they didn't recognize any of the men, so they had to leave the investigation to Murong Xingchen. Qiu Zeyu was still on an IV drip and couldn't be seen, lest it cause trouble later. Taking advantage of this time, Lan Yamei used her knife to remove the bullets from the men in black and disposed of them in her spatial storage.

After drinking the glucose, Zhao Zhicheng finally regained his strength and said to Bluetooth Girl, "You stay here and keep watch, I'm going outside for some fresh air."

Tie Tou heard the noise and wanted to come in, but Zhao Zhicheng stopped him, saying, "He's not completely out of danger yet, just have your cousin watch over him. Go find Murong Xingchen and tell him you've captured a lot of assassins."