The nurses were stunned by Ren Gang's sudden action. They stopped in their tracks, looked at each other, and none of them dared to step forward.
The air was thick with tension and unease. Dr. Wen Yuan's brows were furrowed, and her eyes flickered with complex emotions—worry about Ren Gang's impulsive behavior and anxiety about the urgency of the patient's condition.
"Ren Gang, what are you doing?" Wen Yuan's voice was low and strong, trying to bring Ren Gang to his senses. "Do you know that every second you delay, your father's life is in greater danger? Wu Tian... he's not a professional doctor. His actions may worsen the condition. Do you understand?"
Ren Gang stood firm, showing no sign of compromise.
She took a deep breath, her voice filled with unwavering resolve: "Wenyuan, I trust Wu Tian. He is not only my friend, but also my brother. I believe he can bring a turning point for Father. Even if there are unexpected results, I am willing to share the consequences with him."
At that moment, a slight noise came from the monitoring room, as if some subtle change was taking place.
Wu Tian stood beside Ren Changqing, seemingly engrossed in something. His determination and focus made everyone outside the door sense something extraordinary.
"Dean, what... what should we do?" a young nurse suddenly asked, her voice soft but filled with anxiety.
Dr. Wen Yuan's gaze was deep as she stared at the resolute figure in the intensive care unit, her heart filled with mixed emotions.
She knew that every decision she made at this moment was a matter of life and death, and there was no room for carelessness.
However, faced with Ren Gang's persistence and determination, she was also in a state of turmoil.
She couldn't help but glance into the intensive care unit, where she saw Wu Tian had already begun treatment.
His movements were fluid and effortless, instantly removing all the tubes inserted into Ren Changqing's body.
"not good!"
Upon seeing this, Wen Yuan's beautiful eyes flashed with panic, and she couldn't help but exclaim.
Although those tubes were cold, they sustained Ren Changqing's life.
If Wu Tian were to remove it now, Ren Changqing would surely be in grave danger.
Just as she exclaimed in surprise, Wu Tian had already lightly unfurled a roll of silver needles from his sleeve.
"Does he know the essence of traditional Chinese medicine, acupuncture?"
Wen Yuan never expected that Wu Tian was actually a traditional Chinese medicine doctor, and her previous worries immediately lessened.
She has some knowledge of traditional Chinese medicine, an ancient discipline, but she also knows that it is profound and mysterious.
As Wen Yuan marveled, she saw the needle tip gleam with the light of ancient wisdom, and with a speed imperceptible to the naked eye, it pierced a wondrous pattern onto Ren Changqing's body.
Wu Tian's technique was skillful and precise, as if each needle contained his awe and respect for life.
"This...the speed at which the needles are inserted...is...too fast!"
Wen Yuan was shocked by what she saw; she had never seen anyone insert needles so quickly.
She couldn't help but feel doubtful, yet also hopeful. "Could he really cure Ren Changqing?"
Thinking of this, Wen Yuan found it absurd and laughable.
She knew Ren Changqing's illness better than anyone else; he was someone who had been targeted by death, and unless a god was alive, no one could cure him.
But no matter what, she couldn't let it go unchecked, so she firmly issued orders: "Prepare emergency rescue equipment, keep the rescue in progress, and intervene immediately in case of any unexpected events. At the same time, notify all relevant departments to be on standby and ready to take over the treatment at any time."
Her orders were quickly relayed, and the medical staff sprang into action, preparing in a tense but orderly manner.
Meanwhile, in the intensive care unit, Wu Tian had already completed the dense application of silver needles, and his speed was astonishing.
Even someone as knowledgeable as Wen Yuan had never witnessed such a skill.
The art of acupuncture values stability, but he, with superhuman speed and precision, is challenging the limits of this ancient technique.
What's even more astonishing is that Wu Tian didn't stop there.
He raised his hands slightly, hovering them above Ren Changqing. With a slight tremor of his fingertips, the silver needles seemed to come alive, dancing gently in rhythm with his movements.
"My God, what... what's going on?" Wen Yuan was speechless, her shock beyond words.
She was well aware of the traditional Chinese medicine technique of shaking needles, but she had never seen such an unimaginable spectacle.
Those silver needles, though clearly far from Wu Tian's fingers, seemed to respond to some mysterious power.
At this moment, she finally understood the profound meaning of Wu Tian's confident words: "Under the whole world, only I can cure it."
This is not just arrogance, but also a confidence in one's profound medical skills.
However, no one else in the world can do this incredible needle-shaking technique.
As the silver needles danced, the air in the intensive care unit seemed to be drawn by this mysterious power, becoming unusually heavy yet full of hope.
A faint blush gradually appeared on Ren Changqing's pale face, a sign that his vitality was slowly returning.
Wu Tian's eyes were focused and deep. He seemed to have established an extraordinary connection with these silver needles. With each slight tremor of his fingertips, he precisely guided the silver needles to dance on Ren Changqing's body.
This almost miraculous treatment process left Wen Yuan breathless, her heart filled with awe and admiration for Wu Tian's medical skills.
Suddenly, Wu Tian pulled his hands together, and all the silver needles seemed to be drawn back into the needle roll in his hands by an invisible hand. The speed of his movements was so fast that it was dazzling.
At the same time, Ren Changqing's body trembled slightly, and his tightly closed eyes slowly opened, a glimmer of hope for life flashing in them.
"What...what's wrong with me?"
Ren Changqing's voice was weak, but it was filled with unbelievable joy.
He tried to sit up, but found that his body was still very weak.
Even so, he felt an unprecedented sense of ease and comfort, as if a heavy burden had been lifted from his shoulders.
At that moment, upon discovering a young man dressed in black standing before him, his eyes widened in shock, and his voice trembled with disbelief, "Little...Little Tian..."
His body trembled violently like a leaf falling in the wind, and his face was filled with disbelief and shock.
Wu Tian gently took Ren Changqing's hands, a warm smile playing on his lips, and softly replied, "Uncle Ren, it's me."
The warmth spreading from his palm, like the warm spring sun, instantly melted the ice in Ren Changqing's heart.
His eyes welled up with tears, his voice choked with emotion, each word heavy: "You...you really are Xiaotian...I thought you had already..."
The unspoken words turned into a continuous sob, deeply buried in the throat.
Wu Tian gently stroked Ren Changqing's hand, his eyes full of understanding and comfort. His soft words, like a gentle spring rain, soothed Ren's parched heart: "Uncle Ren, I'm fine!"
Upon hearing this, Ren Changqing was overwhelmed with emotion and finally could not suppress it, bursting out a heart-wrenching cry: "Xiao Tian! I... I have failed your family!"
This cry, filled with endless self-blame and regret, resounded throughout the surroundings.
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