Urban Miracle Doctor
Chapter 813 - 813 813 You Actually Hurt Me!

813: Chapter 813 You Actually Hurt Me!

813: Chapter 813 You Actually Hurt Me!

At this moment, Zhu Muchun, who had been silent all along, spoke.

Qin Han looked at Zhu Muchun, waiting for more.

“The First Hospital has a micro-electronic surgical device that can magnify things by a hundred times.

If you use this machine to perform surgery on the patient, the chances of success will be very high.

However, there’s a problem,” Zhu Muchun said, pausing for a moment.

“This surgery cannot be performed by one person alone, so we’ll need another doctor to assist.

However, there is currently no such doctor at the First Hospital.”

After speaking, Zhu Muchun’s face showed a hint of guilt.

Upon hearing this, Qin Han nodded and said, “Indeed, such specialized surgery requires two people to complete, and at the moment, there doesn’t seem to be a better solution.”

Sun Pinghui responded, “Let me give it a try!”

Qin Han glanced at Sun Pinghui and said, “Due to your age, you are not suitable for this surgery.”

In fact, Sun Pinghui also knew that Qin Han was right, but currently, there simply wasn’t anyone who could cooperate with Qin Han to complete the surgery.

Although Luo Ming had worked with Qin Han a few times,

Luo Ming was not skilled at micro-surgery.

Just as Qin Han was pondering, a timid voice sounded from behind him, “Teacher, I want to try.”

“Nonsense, this is not a university experiment class, this is real surgery on a patient,” Zhu Muchun scolded, looking towards the source of the voice.

Qin Han turned around and glanced at Wang Xiaobo, saying, “You have never performed micro-surgery; I’m afraid you can’t do it.”

“I’ve done it a few times in university simulation classes,” Wang Xiaobo said softly.

Qin Han was taken aback upon hearing this, and then asked, “Did you operate on a simulation machine?

What was your score?”

Zhu Muchun also looked at Wang Xiaobo in surprise and asked, “On which machine did you simulate the operation?”

“On the one in the No.

2 Experimental Building,” Wang Xiaobo said.

“What was the score?” Zhu Muchun asked again.

“Ninety-two!”

Zhu Muchun’s face was full of disbelief as he said, “Are you sure it was ninety-two points?”

At this moment, Qin Han looked at Wang Xiaobo with an expression of increased appreciation.

“Yes, I’m sure!” Wang Xiaobo said, suddenly full of courage.

Zhu Muchun took out his phone and then asked Wang Xiaobo, “What’s your login ID?”

“7789412!”

When the call connected, Zhu Muchun directly said, “Show me the highest score on the micro-surgery simulation machine in the No.

2 building.”

“What’s the ID?”

After hanging up the phone, Zhu Muchun slapped Wang Xiaobo’s shoulder excitedly and said, “Good job, kid!

It’s true, I never expected a student from the elective Chinese Medicine department to break the five-year record at the University of Chinese Medicine.”

Upon hearing this, Qin Han smiled and nodded, saying, “Then it’s settled.

Wang Xiaobo will be my assistant.

Dr.

Luo will assist.

If Xiaobo can’t, Dr.

Luo will take over.

The success of the surgery rests on this.”

“I can do it, teacher!” Wang Xiaobo said firmly.

Luo Ming also smiled and said, “I also believe Xiaobo can do it.

In the emergency room, he managed to complete two surgeries on his own.”

“Oh?

Why didn’t you tell me this?” Qin Han asked in surprise, looking at Wang Xiaobo.

Wang Xiaobo shyly replied, “Only two…”

Qin Han smiled and nodded.

Indeed, for anyone else, combining traditional and modern medicine and independently completing two surgeries would have been enough to boast and seek commendation.

Afterwards, the entire system of the First Hospital started running.

All doctors not on shift in the emergency room were fully engaged in preparation work.

Qin Han looked at the patient on the operating table, smiled faintly, and said, “Don’t worry, everything will be fine!”

“I’m not worried!

They say that no patient under Dr.

Qin’s care has ever died,” the patient said with a smile, clearly having great trust in Qin Han.

Qin Han nodded and said to the anesthetist beside him, “Start the anesthesia!”

…

Shangjing, at dusk.

The old man stood proudly in front of Dugu Wushang and said, “You are the first to survive my Unbounded Purgatory strike.

It’s a pity, though.

Such a young Grandmaster-level expert, such a rarity in the Dragon Country.”

Dugu Wushang simply stared at the old man without speaking, secretly gathering his energy.

Ming Xizhi never expected that Dugu Wushang would be defeated by the old man with a single slap.

They had planned to lure the enemy out, but ended up falling into their own trap.

“Die!” the old man shouted suddenly, striking Dugu Wushang with another palm.

However, to the old man’s shock, Dugu Wushang, lying on the ground, suddenly exploded with a world-shattering aura.

“How is this possible?” the old man exclaimed, retreating directly.

With a simple wave of Dugu Wushang’s arm, the old man’s palm strike vanished into thin air.

“Reverse Qi Technique!” the old man shouted in alarm upon seeing this.

“It’s said that Dragon Country martial artists and soldiers are fearless and brave.

Today, I finally believe it.

However, even with Reverse Qi Technique, you are not my match.

It will only speed up your demise.”

After his initial shock, the old man sneered coldly.

Dugu Wushang ignored the old man and, clutching his Tang blade, said softly, “This strike is my own innovation, based on the three blade techniques my master taught me.

Sadly, I never had the chance to show it to him!”

With that, Dugu Wushang slashed directly at the old man, his movements fluid and decisive.

There were no flowery moves, just a devastating slash aimed at the old man.

“Demon God Charge!”

With a grim expression, the old man struck out with a palm to meet Dugu Wushang’s blade.

“Boom!”

After a loud crash, Dugu Wushang was sent flying backward, while the old man spat out a mouthful of blood.

“Damn it!

You actually wounded me!” the old man roared angrily.

He charged at Dugu Wushang once more.

At this moment, the sons of the Zhong family abandoned their foes and gathered in front of Dugu Wushang, shielding him firmly.

The old man turned his head, anger intensifying on his face.

All he could see was his men being slaughtered until only a few were left.

These were all the elites of his group!

“I’ll see you all dead!” the old man shouted, raising both palms above his head.

“Soul Collection!”

Sensing the terrifying power in the old man’s hands, Dugu Wushang urgently shouted, “Everyone, retreat quickly!”

Seeing the sons of the Zhong family hesitate, Dugu Wushang, enduring immense pain, leaped up to shield them.

The old man’s palms landed heavily on Dugu Wushang’s chest.

“Crack!”

Dugu Wushang’s chest bones were instantly shattered by the impact, his body sent flying once more, crashing heavily to the ground.

“Wushang!” Ming Xizhi shouted anxiously.

The sons of the Zhong family also cried out in panic, “Mr.

Dugu!”