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Lina glared; this woman was even more arrogant than her!

"You must guarantee to cure my father! Otherwise, you, you will..."

"Or what will happen to me?" An Yiqing mocked, raising an eyebrow, her voice slightly cold, "Miss Lina, I, An Yiqing, never need to guarantee anything to anyone, even you. Stay put and stop bothering me."

With that, she shoved Lina aside and walked into the operating room. Lina was stunned by An Yiqing’s overwhelming aura, standing frozen for a long time before coming to her senses. She looked up to see Lanni’s worried eyes, and anger surged in her heart. She walked over to Danny in her high heels.

The corridor quieted down, while the atmosphere in the operating room was extremely tense.

An Yiqing changed into surgical attire and entered, her pack containing silver needles and surgical tools already opened and neatly arranged in the sterilization tray. Drawing out a silver needle, she swiftly inserted it into Mike’s body under the watchful eyes of several experts and nurses.

Soon, drowsiness overcame Mike, and he completely lost sensation.

"Miss An, what is this...?"

"Using acupuncture to penetrate the body’s acupoints for anesthesia, this way it won’t harm the patient’s brain like anesthetics do."

Doctors learning nearby took constant notes, marveling at the prowess of Ancient Medicine.

With Mike asleep, An Yiqing began her work. She removed Mike’s shirt, and without a second thought, made a cut at the heart area. A single cut, without drawing any blood.

Everyone was shocked; how adept must one be, how fast the knife must move, to avoid even a drop of blood?

Amid gasps, An Yiqing deftly sliced open Mike’s chest. Then, blood started flowing profusely. An Yiqing raised an eyebrow, held the knife in one hand, grabbed a silver needle with the other, and quickly stabbed it into his body.

The doctors’ hearts were in their throats; where had they seen a single-handed surgery before?

Inserting the silver needle, An Yiqing once again withdrew her hand, focusing on the surgery. At this point, they noticed that the cut which had been bleeding profusely earlier had miraculously reduced in blood flow.

Could it be the effect of those few silver needles?

Mike’s heart condition was a form of myocardial infarction. His heart’s blood vessels were heavily blocked. If any parts become completely obstructed, it would be his end.

An Yiqing’s task was to clear all those blocked areas. Generally speaking, although challenging, experts with advanced skills can accomplish it. However, the problem is, Mike’s blockage lies in the heart’s most sensitive and dangerous parts. If the clearing goes awry, it could result in massive hemorrhage or cardiac arrest. At that time, even the Heavenly King couldn’t save him.

Thus, this surgery was a comprehensive test of intellect, vision, surgical prowess, and precision.

The doctors learning under her felt a lump in their throats upon seeing Mike’s heart fully exposed; the next steps were fraught with danger. Even the seasoned experts were sweating on their foreheads.

However, in contrast, An Yiqing had not a drop of sweat on her forehead, nor did her breathing grow heavy. As if what lay in her hands was not a heart patient, but a mere cold.

Switching to a more precise surgical knife, An Yiqing began the most challenging work.

She quickly pinpointed the blocked blood vessels, and amidst the frightened gazes of all doctors and nurses, made a cut, and the blood flowed nonstop. Immediately afterward, her hands moved rapidly, and in the span of a breath, cleared the blocked areas. Then, she extracted an extremely fine silver needle and sutured the incision.

From start to finish, it took less than a few seconds. Everyone couldn’t even blink, and An Yiqing had resolved everything.

"Gulp," a sound of swallowing. Everyone felt they must be hallucinating.

In the dazed crowd, An Yiqing efficiently resolved all other blockages. Suturing the wound, done!

From start to finish, the operation took less than an hour.

Checking the data on the instrument, An Yiqing raised an eyebrow. After all, Mike was getting older; losing some blood caused his blood pressure to start declining. Other doctors also noticed these issues and began preparing to treat them.

Unexpectedly, An Yiqing waved them off, took out a red pill from the medicine box, and popped it into Mike’s mouth. Before long, his blood pressure gradually rose, returning to normal.