Outside the oppressive atmosphere of the ICU, Song Nuan, with her naturally alluring demeanor, waited anxiously for Song Yan and Lin Chenggang to bring Chen Xiao back, her gaze fixed on the entrance, her heart filled with anticipation.
Dressed in a black silk mini-dress, she possessed exquisite features and a graceful, curvaceous figure. Every glance, every movement exuded allure and seduction.
Emerging with heavy steps, Lin Huichun sighed, "Miss Song Er, please accept my condolences. Your grandfather is beyond saving. There's nothing more we can do, alas!"
The heel of her high-heeled shoe nearly snapped as Song Nuan's face turned cold. Unwilling to accept this, she questioned, "Didn't you say Dr. Chen could save my grandfather?"
Lin Huichun shook his head helplessly, "But he likely doesn't know the Sheng Sheng Zao Hua Needle technique. Otherwise, why hasn't he arrived after nearly half an hour?"
The doctors and nurses following him also chimed in with complaints, "Hmph! That intern is too arrogant. Even Director Lin and Miss Song Er couldn't persuade him?"
"He probably doesn't know the Sheng Sheng Zao Hua Needle technique at all, so he got scared and hid."
"Regardless, Old Master Song missed his chance for rescue because of his delay. He should bear full responsibility!"
As Chen Xiao rushed out of the elevator, he overheard these harsh remarks. His expression darkened, and his steps faltered.
A short doctor with shifty eyes, openly contemptuous of Chen Xiao, impatiently urged, "Newcomer, why are you standing there like an idiot? Hurry up and give Old Master Song acupuncture. Don't you understand that time is life?"
His name was Niu Kunpeng, in his thirties. He had recently obtained his practicing physician's license and was one of Liu Zihao's cronies. He often made things difficult for Chen Xiao.
With a cold smile, Chen Xiao did not step forward. Instead, he deliberately took a few steps back, "Dr. Niu, don't you even know how to ask for a favor?"
Niu Kunpeng was clearly surprised that the usually submissive Chen Xiao dared to talk back. He became furious, "What do you mean? Are you saying Director Lin has to beg you before you'll perform acupuncture on the patient?"
Chen Xiao's tone was firm, "You got it right! Unless Lin Chenggang kneels and begs me, don't blame me for not saving him!"
"You insolent..."
Niu Kunpeng became even more enraged, about to unleash a torrent of abuse.
Lin Huichun quickly stopped him with a look and then pleaded with Chen Xiao earnestly, "Young man, a life is at stake. If you truly know the Sheng Sheng Zao Hua Needle technique, please save the patient's life first."
As he spoke, he trembled and bowed to Chen Xiao, his attitude extremely sincere.
Seeing his head full of silver hair and his hunched back, Chen Xiao was inexplicably reminded of his grandfather, Chen Jishi, who had passed away many years ago. He was moved.
At the same time, Song Yan, who had rushed back, saw Chen Xiao and completely lost control of her emotions. With a "plop," she knelt down, "Dr. Chen, my grandfather's condition cannot be delayed any longer. As long as you are willing to save him, I will do anything."
The delicate white skin of her knees hit the hard floor, and the lace hem of her skirt was instantly stained with blood.
"Sister—"
Song Nuan's face turned pale with fright, and she quickly cried out to help her up.
Chen Xiao, unable to bear it any longer, gave a self-deprecating smile and strode into the room.
"Beep beep beep—"
The new cardiac monitor emitted a piercing alarm. Song Kaichao on the bed had a deathly pale face, his body was cold, his limbs stiff, and he was breathing his last. He was almost indistinguishable from a corpse, no wonder the renowned Lin Huichun had given up on resuscitation.
"If I'm not mistaken, the two life-sustaining silver needles on the patient were removed by Director Lin, weren't they?"
Chen Xiao glared back at Niu Kunpeng and several other doctors and nurses who were usually close to Lin Chenggang. He immediately took the silver needles from the instrument nurse and began to acupuncture Song Kaichao.
Lin Huichun's face flushed with shame, and he said with self-reproach, "My son was foolish. Please forgive me, Dr. Chen."
Niu Kunpeng was unconvinced and cursed inwardly, "This guy named Chen, I don't believe your acupuncture can really bring the dead back to life. If Song Kaichao doesn't survive later, let's see how arrogant you can be!"