How The Little Medical Cultivator Saves the Furries – CH29

Chapter 29

“Stop standing around. We only have two hours.”

Urged on by Ye Yumeng’s voice, Zhuo Yuquan took a deep breath and finally began moving again.

He looked at Old Madam Xia, Mo Yin, and the others, and said, “Other than my assistants, everyone not directly involved, please leave the operating room.”

The moment Zhuo Yuquan spoke, Du Jia understood what he meant.

He glanced at the old madam, who was clearly getting agitated again, and quickly explained, “Surgery requires a sterile environment. Please wait outside the operating room for now.”

Then he looked toward Mo Yin. “And this gentleman…”

Mo Yin nodded. He cast one last look at Ye Yumeng before turning and leaving.

The live feed of the operating room would be transmitted directly through the smartbrain monitoring system to the prince’s smartbrain, so there was no need for him to remain inside the whole time.

Although the result had not come out yet, judging from Caregiver Ye’s performance, this assessment should pose no problem for him at all.

Perhaps now, he could start calling him “Doctor Ye.”

Seeing Mo Yin leave, Old Madam Xia could no longer insist on staying. After all, her only wish was for her little granddaughter to survive.

“My little granddaughter is in your hands now…”

After saying this, she took one deep look toward the operating table, then allowed two caregivers to support her as she walked out the door.

“Sir, please come inside with me.”

After the metal doors of the operating room closed, Zhuo Yuquan and his assistants began moving again. Even Ye Yumeng was invited to change into sterile clothing.

“What size do you wear?”

Du Jia’s attitude was respectful, utterly unlike the forceful manner he had shown earlier at the entrance to the operating room.

Ye Yumeng told him his size. After changing clothes and putting on a cap, however, he refused the gloves Du Jia handed him.

“If I wear those, it’ll affect my performance.”

As for bacteria, there was no need to worry about that. Whenever he treated a patient, a layer of spiritual energy attached itself to his hands.

With that layer of spiritual energy protecting them, even if his hands were smeared with poison, it would not affect the patient.

Du Jia looked at him with some difficulty.

This was completely against operating protocol. If Director Zhuo saw it, he would absolutely get scolded.

Not to mention that the dean was here too…

But Du Jia had witnessed with his own eyes how Ye Yumeng had restored life to a dying patient, and he did not dare force the issue.

Setting aside the matter of offending him, if it delayed the patient’s treatment, that would be an even greater sin.

In the end, Du Jia did not insist. He only had Ye Yumeng wash and disinfect his hands.

When they returned to the operating table, Zhuo Yuquan had already begun the emergency procedure.

Though his movements were orderly and controlled, only he himself knew just how terrified he was. The cotton swabs his assistants used to wipe his sweat had already been soaked through several times.

Originally, they had already stitched Xia Nanxue’s chest back up so her family could see her one last time.

But now that they had reopened it, they saw not only that her heart had resumed beating, but also that thin strands formed from blood had taken on the function of blood vessels.

Even though the major blood vessels around her heart had ruptured, it had not affected the heart’s normal function.

The scene was simply too bizarre. Though Zhuo Yuquan had seen many miraculous bloodline abilities before, he had never imagined that a power like this could exist in the world.

What kind of method was this, exactly? And what purpose did those strange hand movements serve?

Yet Zhuo Yuquan’s pride as a medical genius ultimately steadied his mind.

If under these conditions he still could not complete this operation and rescue the patient, then he had no right to hold this scalpel!

After watching for a few moments, Ye Yumeng did not go over to join the bustle. Instead, holding the Green Jade Bamboo that had also been covered with a protective sleeve, he sat cross-legged in a corner to restore his spiritual energy.

He silently calculated the time, and only went forward again when he judged that it was about right.

And just then, as the effect of the Heart Protection Art faded, the readings on the instruments—which had been steadily climbing—suddenly plunged again.

Zhuo Yuquan was shaken to the core, his hands freezing in midair.

Still not enough?

“It’s alright. I’m here.”

The assistant standing opposite Zhuo Yuquan instinctively stepped aside, giving Ye Yumeng room.

Under the tense gaze of seven or eight pairs of eyes, Ye Yumeng once again cast the Heart Protection Art, his fingers lightly pressing against Xia Nanxue’s tiny heart.

Under the surgical lights, his hands looked especially slender and fair, and those mysterious movements carried an indescribable beauty.

However, seeing that his fingers touched the patient’s exposed heart directly—without any protective measures whatsoever…

The veins at Zhuo Yuquan’s temples throbbed. His professional instincts made him so angry he nearly burst out swearing.

And yet it was precisely this utterly unorthodox, seemingly absurd action that caused the patient’s weakening heartbeat to recover once again.

Beep—beep—

Even the sound of the heart monitor became clearer and more pleasant, telling him this was not an illusion.

And along with the heartbeat’s recovery, those strange blood-filament vessels reappeared as well.

Xia Nanxue’s vital signs rose once again.

“Continue,” Ye Yumeng said, checking the time. “I’ll cast it once every seven minutes. Do your best!”

Zhuo Yuquan: “…”

For some reason, hearing that encouragement gave him the urge to cough up blood.

Watching the mysterious young man turn and walk away again, he finally answered with a hoarse yes—only to realize his voice was so raspy it was barely audible.

The surgery continued in tense silence.

Ye Yumeng merely stayed quietly in the corner and did nothing else.

Yet whether it was Zhuo Yuquan or his assistants, none of them dared relax in the slightest.

Zhuo Yuquan did not dare make a single mistake, as though he had staked his entire reputation on this operation.

Second by second, time passed.

At last, by the time Zhuo Yuquan and his assistants were utterly exhausted, the rescue operation—which had lasted over two hours—finally came to an end.

Zhuo Yuquan set down the scalpel. The remaining suturing no longer required his personal involvement.

He glanced at the life monitor. The numbers had risen from less than one percent to over sixty percent.

That meant that as long as her postoperative recovery went smoothly, the little girl named Xia Nanxue could be considered saved.

Looking back on everything that had happened in the last three hours, Zhuo Yuquan felt as though he had been dreaming.

Every time he thought he had reached his limit, someone would appear just in time to cover the weak spot in his procedure.

As if, so long as that person was there, the patient simply could not die.

Toward the end, he had even grown used to those hands appearing every seven minutes—though every time he saw those fingers touch the patient’s heart, he still had the urge to curse.

But no matter what, having completed a surgery like this, all he felt now, aside from exhaustion, was a thrilling sense of exhilaration.

He could not help looking toward the young man seated cross-legged in the corner. Everyone present knew perfectly well that he had brought about this miracle.

After hesitating for a moment, Zhuo Yuquan still walked over.

As the surgery ended, Ye Yumeng seemed to sense something and lifted his head toward the operating table.

A flash of spiritual light shimmered in his eyes, and he saw that the golden light of merit surrounding Xia Nanxue had faded considerably.

Most of it naturally dispersed, while a tiny clump about the size of a fingernail drifted toward him and finally merged into the center of his brow.

That was the power of merit!

It could either become golden merit light to protect him, or be used by the Nine-Turn Spirit Pivot Scripture to aid his future cultivation breakthroughs.

If the person he had saved today had been some thoroughly wicked villain, then what he would have gained instead would have been baleful, corrupt energy.

That corrupt energy would offset the power of merit. And once it grew too strong, he himself would be pushed onto the path of a demonic cultivator…

Unless absolutely forced into it, Ye Yumeng still wanted to walk the righteous path.

With that thought, he picked up the pot of Green Jade Bamboo, rose leisurely to his feet, and prepared to go find Mo Yin so they could continue the rest of the assessment.

But by now, the spiritual energy in his body was completely drained, with only two or three traces left.

If he wanted to continue treating patients, he would have to recover first.

“You did very well.”

A somewhat hoarse male voice sounded out.

Ye Yumeng looked up to see the lead surgeon walking toward him. He had removed his mask, revealing a handsome, upright face.

In the interstellar age, where the average human lifespan had already reached one hundred and fifty, Zhuo Yuquan absolutely counted as young and accomplished.

Ye Yumeng also thought he looked young, especially that head of thick silver-gray hair. It formed an especially sharp contrast with Dean Lei Qi’s bald head—

And that Dean Xiang Hongfu seemed to be thinning on top too.

To possess such superb medical skills at his age was truly impressive.

“You did well too.” Ye Yumeng nodded, but he did not remove his own mask.

Mo Yin had made him wear it before they got on the aircraft. He probably had his reasons, so it was better to leave it on obediently.

“My name is Zhuo Yuquan. May I ask how I should address you?”

“My surname is Ye.”

Surname Ye? Since when had the Royal Institute produced someone like this? Zhuo Yuquan paused, then lowered his voice and said, “Doctor Ye.”

Hearing that form of address, Ye Yumeng smiled slightly.

Zhuo Yuquan looked at the overly beautiful smiling eyes revealed above the mask, and for a moment almost forgot what he had meant to ask.

After pausing briefly, he continued with the question weighing on his mind.

“The methods you used during the surgery just now… what exactly were they? Were they some kind of bloodline gift? And what role did those complex hand movements play?”

Just as Ye Yumeng was considering how to answer, a male voice interrupted them.

“Sorry, but that question cannot be answered for the time being.”

At some point, Mo Yin had entered the operating room and stepped between them.

Throughout the two-plus hours of surgery, Mo Yin had also been watching the operating room feed outside through the live monitoring stream.

The stream used remote conferencing software, which displayed the number of viewers online.

There had originally been three viewers the whole time. The moment the surgery ended, one disappeared.

Mo Yin had still been guessing whether the one who left was His Majesty or the prince when a new message popped up on the smartbrain.

[His Majesty]: Go bring Ye Yumeng away.

So Mo Yin entered the operating room.

And the moment he stepped in, he saw Ye Yumeng standing there with a potted plant in his arms, talking with the attending surgeon. They looked to be having a very pleasant conversation.

As he approached, he heard the lead surgeon’s question.

Naturally, Mo Yin spoke up to block it for Ye Yumeng. Having seen his methods with his own eyes, he understood very well how important this Caregiver Ye—no, Doctor Ye—was.

With the situation still unclear, it was better to keep things confidential for the time being.

Turning slightly to the side, he reached out and took the pot of Green Jade Bamboo from Ye Yumeng’s hands.

“No need, I can carry it myself.”

Ye Yumeng quickly dodged. Ah Mo only had one arm. How could he possibly let him help carry something?

But Mo Yin still insisted on taking the potted plant from him.

Even with only one arm left, he was steady, carrying it as lightly as if it weighed nothing.

“Let’s go.”

“Oh, okay.”

Ye Yumeng was led away by Mo Yin, while the caregiver robot beside them was replaced by a middle-aged man—Xiang Hongfu’s assistant.

How could Zhuo Yuquan possibly let the matter rest like this?

He wanted to ask for contact information, but the moment he took a step forward, he was delayed by an assistant asking him about postoperative matters. By the time he hurried out again, he ran into Old Madam Xia fainting from the extreme emotional swings she had just gone through.

By the time he finished dealing with that and went to look for Ye Yumeng, the two of them were already nowhere to be seen.

Looking at the empty corridor, if the entire course of Xia Nanxue’s surgery had not been clearly recorded, he would absolutely have thought everything just now had been his imagination.

So just who exactly was that mysterious young man surnamed Ye?

Ye Yumeng followed Mo Yin into the elevator.

“Would you like to rest for a while?” Mo Yin asked.

Ye Yumeng noticed the change in both his form of address and his attitude.

He paused, then said, “Ah Mo, don’t be so polite. We’re friends.”

If Ah Mo had not believed in him and been willing to help him fight for this chance, then even getting in touch with the little rabbit’s family would have cost him no small amount of effort.

Ye Yumeng understood very well that sometimes, even if you truly had ability, others would not necessarily believe you. His foundation in this world was still far too weak. Building up a reputation by relying solely on himself would not only take time and effort, it would also be dangerous.

So he had truly taken Mo Yin’s recognition and support to heart. And after spending time together these days, he also felt Ah Mo was someone worth befriending.

Mo Yin turned his head to look at him. Looking into Ye Yumeng’s clear eyes, he could sense his sincerity and gratitude.

Friends?

He nodded and answered yes.

Only then did Ye Yumeng say, “I’ve reached my limit. Can today’s assessment be paused here?”

“Of course. I’ll make arrangements.”

Mo Yin did not force the issue. “We’ll return to the Royal Sanatorium and continue tomorrow.”

“Oh, right.” Thinking of something, Ye Yumeng asked, “Do these three all count as part of those ten?”

If they went back now, what if the remaining two could not hold on until tomorrow?

“I already reported the situation,” Mo Yin said, shaking his head.

“The employer said that only patients you have formally taken on will count toward the assessment. Those you haven’t started treating naturally do not count.”

A person’s strength had its limits. Besides, with a power this miraculous, demanding that Ye Yumeng save lives nonstop without pause would not be an assessment, but deliberate harassment.

“Haha, your employer is pretty reasonable.”

Only then did Ye Yumeng feel relieved. After thinking for a moment, he added, “Before we leave, let’s go take a look at those other two patients.”

Although his spiritual energy was already exhausted and he could not take on any more cases today, it would still be good to have a look and think ahead about treatment plans.

But after saying that, he added another question to confirm, “Just looking shouldn’t count as starting treatment, right?”

“It won’t.”

“Hehe, good.”

Mo Yin had no objection, and Lu Feiguang, the dean’s assistant who had been following them, obviously was in no position to stop them either.

Assistant Lu had been urgently dispatched by Xiang Hongfu during the surgery.

At first, he had been baffled.

Their East Wing had never put in any request, nor had they said they were short-handed—in fact, their dean had gone to the West District today to assist with a surgery.

So why had the Royal Institute suddenly sent someone over to help?

He became even more confused when he reached the operating room entrance and saw Mo Yin in military uniform.

This one-armed colonel, though not yet a general, was already a famous figure in the military.

Though he had not been wearing formal dress today, Lu Feiguang still recognized him.

But what did a colonel like this have to do with someone being sent over from the Royal Institute to help? Which eminent medical master required personal escort from someone like him?

Very quickly, he learned the answer from the operating room surveillance feed.

Although he had no idea what that technique actually was, it completely opened his eyes. He finally understood why the dean had sent him over in such a rush.

Doctor Ye wanted to go see the other patients too? Wonderful!

Lu Feiguang even hoped Ye Yumeng would stay, or at least remain a little longer so Dean Xiang could rush back and receive him in person.

Very soon, they arrived at the second patient’s room.

This time it was an old gentleman with white hair, a hunched back, and a small, thin body. Wearing an oxygen mask, he lay in bed drawing far more breath in than he could let out, looking like he was on the verge of death.

The life monitor clearly reflected that as well.

Ye Yumeng only took one glance before shaking his head, indicating there was nothing he could do.

First, he did not save the thoroughly wicked. Second, he did not save those whose natural lifespan had already fully run out and were fated to die.

Never mind whether or not he even had the power to save them—if he did, then as the rescuer, he himself would have to pay an enormous price, because that was the same as forcibly changing fate against the heavens.

And as for this old gentleman…

Ye Yumeng could tell that his lifespan was nearly exhausted. According to the records, he was already one hundred sixty-one years old, which confirmed it.

“This is Mr. Yan Jin of the lion clan,” Mo Yin said.

Lu Feiguang also stepped forward to explain, “Old Master Yan’s grandson is currently on the way here, but interstellar travel is long. It will still take some time before he arrives.”

At this point, he could not help sighing. “I just don’t know whether Old Master Yan can hold on until then.”

Medical Planet’s environment was excellent, and its medical care and elderly support services were famous across the stars, so many elderly people chose to spend their later years here.

But there were pros and cons. That excellent living and medical environment came at the price of separation from one’s loved ones.

“May I ask, you all are…”

At that moment, a woman with reddened eyes came out from the inner bedroom. When she saw Ye Yumeng and the others, confusion appeared on her face.

“Ms. Yan, I’m the dean’s assistant physician, Lu Feiguang. We’ve met before.”

Yan Jin had once been a leader of the lion clan, highly respected and prestigious. After he fell critically ill, Lu Feiguang had once accompanied the dean on a visit.

But even Xiang Hongfu had been helpless in the face of his condition.

“Yes, I remember.” Yan Xueyun nodded, her gaze shifting to Ye Yumeng and Mo Yin.

“These two are from the Royal Sanatorium. They came to support the East Wing.” Lu Feiguang introduced them simply. “Because of Old Master Yan’s condition… they came to take a look.”

“I see.” Yan Xueyun asked, “Then my father… can he still be saved?”

Lu Feiguang immediately showed a troubled expression.

Even this mysterious Doctor Ye had shaken his head. Most likely, there was no way to save him now.

Sorrow spread across Yan Xueyun’s face, but she still said, “Well, my father is already this old. It could at least be considered a peaceful passing.”

“But…” she could not help adding, “could you help him hold on for a few more days?”

She continued, “My nephew is already on his way here. Father really wants to see him one last time before he goes. Could you think of some way?”

Lu Feiguang certainly did not dare promise anything. He looked toward Ye Yumeng.

Seeing something odd in his expression, Yan Xueyun also followed his gaze, and her eyes landed on the young man who had never removed his mask.

Could it be…

“Y-you… do you have a way?” she asked, full of hope.

Ye Yumeng did not answer right away. Instead, he fell into thought.

If it was only extending his life by a few days, that was not much of a problem. But was it really worth taking that risk?

A death from old age was different from other patients’ conditions. Even if it was only a matter of days, he could still suffer backlash.

But then again, the Heavenly Dao of this interstellar world… was it even still functioning?

Ye Yumeng could not help feeling curious.

Under everyone’s watchful gaze, he still said nothing. He simply stepped forward to the bedside and extended two fingers to rest on the old man’s wrist.

Feeling the touch, the old man opened his eyes and looked weakly at him.

Ye Yumeng smiled at him, then withdrew his hand and carefully laid the old man’s arm back beneath the blanket.

“The old gentleman should have no problem holding on another two or three days. I’ll come check again tomorrow.”

“But the life monitor says tonight…”

Seeing that Yan Xueyun did not believe him, Ye Yumeng shrugged.

“You’ll know tomorrow.”

Judging from the pulse alone, two or three days definitely would not be a problem. Of course, he could not determine the exact moment with precision; he only had a rough sense of it.

The old master, who had been watching Ye Yumeng weakly, closed his eyes again at that moment, and his breathing seemed to steady somewhat.

“Let’s go.” Ye Yumeng looked toward Mo Yin.

“Alright.”

Holding the pot of Green Jade Bamboo, Mo Yin left together with him, staying protectively at his side.

Lu Feiguang wanted to go too, but Yan Xueyun grabbed him.

“Doctor Lu, just who exactly are they? Are their medical skills really that extraordinary?”

Lu Feiguang hesitated for a moment, then said, “In my personal opinion, at present on Medical Planet, the only one who might be able to help extend Old Master Yan’s life is him.”

Although his contact with this Doctor Ye had been very brief, and though he completely lacked any real understanding of his medical skill level, after witnessing what happened in the operating room, Lu Feiguang felt this statement was not exaggerated at all.

After all, Dean Xiang had examined Old Master Yan too, and even he had been helpless.

And among all of Medical Planet, aside from the few grandmasters of medicine, the other hospital directors’ skills were only roughly on par with their own dean.

At a time like this, those few grandmasters were unlikely to come in person. To ask them to see a patient, one generally needed to book months in advance, and they had not handled emergency cases in many years.

So if there was anyone left who could create a miracle, then was it not only this mysterious Doctor Ye?

Lu Feiguang did not bother to care what Yan Xueyun might think. After saying that, he hurriedly chased after them.

Soon, they arrived at the third patient’s room.

Lying on the bed was a man so thin he was little more than skin and bones. His cheeks were sunken in, his muscles severely wasted, and he looked frighteningly gaunt.

This room was much livelier. Besides the medical staff, there were also three to five people who seemed to be the patient’s family.

Aside from a teenage boy sitting by the bedside, whose face was full of sorrow and grief, the expressions on the others’ faces all varied.

Just as they stepped inside, they heard a man standing by the window say, “Since the doctors here can’t cure him anyway, we might as well give up and let Dad go peacefully—”

Seeing Ye Yumeng and the others, he cut himself off before finishing the sentence.

“Doctor Lu?”

Lu Feiguang nodded and, just as before, briefly introduced Ye Yumeng and Mo Yin.

“From the Royal Sanatorium?”

The expressions of several family members changed at once. The man who had spoken first was clearly getting anxious.

“We never said we wanted doctors from the Royal Sanatorium!”

The woman standing beside him tugged at him, and only then did the man realize he had said the wrong thing. He quickly shut his mouth.

Aside from the boy sitting by the bedside, the others also looked somewhat awkward.

Seeing this, Lu Feiguang also found it rather ironic.

The man lying in bed was named Shan Hai, a famous wealthy man in the Yaojin Empire. Yet no matter how rich he was, he still could not escape birth, aging, illness, and death.

And what was even more exhausting than ordinary family troubles was fighting among his children for the inheritance.

Though every one of them remained by his side, aside from his youngest son, all the others were secretly hoping he would hurry up and breathe his last.

“So are we treating him or not?” Lu Feiguang could not help asking.

“Yes!”

Shan Bowen, who sat at the bedside, shouted before anyone else could speak. With tears in his eyes, he looked at Lu Feiguang, his face full of pleading.

“Doctor Lu, no matter what method you use, please save my father! As long as he wakes up, he will definitely reward you!”

Lu Feiguang quickly waved his hands. “Don’t ask me. Ask Doctor Ye here—I don’t have that kind of ability.”

Shan Bowen froze for a moment, then hurriedly looked at the two standing behind him.

The silver-haired man had an unmistakably military bearing, and he was also missing an arm, so he did not look like a doctor at all.

So this Doctor Ye…

He looked at Ye Yumeng, taking in the beautiful eyes visible above the mask and the youthfulness in his features, and felt that he did not really look like one either.

Shan Bowen could only say awkwardly, “Please… Doctor Ye…”

Shan Shaohui and the others, who had originally looked as if they were facing a great enemy, relaxed the moment they got a clear look at Mo Yin and Ye Yumeng.

Shan Shaohui quickly rearranged his expression and put on a broad, eager smile. “Y-yes, yes, please save our father!”

Hearing Shan Shaohui speak, Shan Hai’s other children also chimed in one after another.

“That’s right, save him!”

“Our father isn’t even seventy yet. How can he just die like this? Please, hurry and save him!”

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