307: Chapter 307 Resurrection!

Yi Yue's face turned pale in an instant.

"How could this happen?"

"Didn't they say her condition was stable earlier?"

Sophie shook her head, tears falling like broken strings of pearls.

"I don't know... I don't know why it's like this..."

"This morning she even told me she wanted to wear light makeup today, that she couldn't look all sickly like before..."

"How did it suddenly..."

The two women stood at the entrance of the emergency room, weeping together as the air became heavy and oppressive.

Just then.

A calm voice rang out from behind them.

"Didn't she just die for a moment?"

Yi Yue and Sophie froze simultaneously, turning their heads blankly toward the speaker.

Ye Chen stood in the middle of the corridor with his hands in his pockets, his face showing no sign of grief.

Sophie didn't react for a moment.

A few seconds later, she became even more heartbroken.

"Ye Chen, how can you say that?"

"Lingling is my best friend! And your classmate!"

"Now she's dead!"

She was highly emotional.

Yi Yue also couldn't help but look up at Ye Chen, her eyes filled with shock and confusion.

She knew Ye Chen wasn't cold-blooded, but those words... were truly too much.

Ye Chen's gaze bypassed them, looking toward the ajar door of the emergency room, and he sighed softly.

"What I mean is..."

"If she's dead, she can be brought back."

"As long as it hasn't been more than half an hour."

Buzz—

Sophie's head felt as if it had been struck hard by something.

She abruptly stopped crying and stared at Ye Chen through tear-filled eyes.

"Brought back? A dead person can still be brought back?"

Ye Chen looked at her, the corners of his mouth curling up slightly. "Why would I lie to you? Stop being sad for a moment, let's go inside and talk."

With that said.

He walked toward the emergency room with large strides.

Yi Yue was stunned for half a second before she immediately grabbed the still-dazed Sophie.

"Go! Keep up!"

The two of them chased after Ye Chen's back and rushed into the emergency room.

*Clang—*

The door was pushed open.

Inside the resuscitation room, several nurses were cleaning up blood-stained gauze and instruments, while a middle-aged male doctor was bent over a medical record, writing something.

Hearing the commotion, everyone looked up at once.

"Who are you people?!"

A young nurse reacted the fastest, immediately stepping forward to block Ye Chen. "You can't just barge in here! Family members, please wait in the corridor!"

Ye Chen stopped and asked calmly, "The person is already dead, why can't I come in?"

The nurse choked on her words, opening her mouth but not knowing how to argue back.

The doctor also looked up, his brow furrowed deeply.

But before he could speak, Ye Chen had already walked straight past the nurse to the operating table.

A thin white cloth covered the slender figure.

Ye Chen reached out and gently pulled back the white cloth, revealing Yan Lingling's face, which was as pale as paper and completely bloodless.

Her eyes were closed, and her expression was peaceful, as if she were merely asleep.

Seeing this, Sophie's heart felt as if it were being squeezed tightly, and tears welled up again.

Ye Chen did not hesitate.

He extended his right hand and gently placed three fingers on Yan Lingling's cold wrist.

Concentrating, calming his breath.

A few seconds later.

A glimmer of light flashed through his eyes.

There was still a trace of Qi.

Thin as a thread, almost imperceptible, like a flickering candle in the wind that could be extinguished at any moment.

But it was indeed still there.

The middle-aged male doctor watched Ye Chen's practiced pulse-taking technique, his brow furrowing even tighter.

He put down his pen and walked over, his tone carrying a hint of helplessness.

"Young man, are you a practitioner of Chinese medicine?"

Ye Chen didn't look up. "Something like that."

The doctor sighed.

"I understand how you feel, and I understand the family's feelings."

"However, the patient suffered massive hemorrhaging from a ruptured liver cancer. Her blood pressure was already undetectable when she was brought in, and we performed resuscitation for forty minutes..."

He paused, his voice low. "She's truly gone. Don't waste your effort."

Ye Chen still didn't look up.

He simply pulled a palm-sized needle pouch from his robe and spread it out on the edge of the operating table.

Dozens of Silver Needles of various lengths and thicknesses glinted coldly under the shadowless surgical lamp.

The nurse's face changed, and she quickly stepped forward.

"Stop! What are you doing!"

"This is an operating room, you can't just mess around!"

She reached out to stop Ye Chen.

However.

Ye Chen didn't even lift an eyelid. With a flick of his wrist, three Silver Needles were precisely inserted into Yan Lingling's three major acupoints: the eyebrows, the chest, and the lower abdomen.

The nurse's hand froze in mid-air.

She hadn't even seen clearly how he had made his move.

She was both shocked and angry, and was just about to call for help.

Just then—

"Wait."

The middle-aged male doctor's expression changed, and he suddenly spoke up.

The nurse snapped her head around. "Dr. Zhang?"

Dr. Zhang's gaze was fixed intently on the slightly vibrating silver needle at Yan Lingling's heart.

Under the shadowless lamp, the tail of the needle actually seemed to send out a faint, faint ripple.

That wasn't a physical tremor.

It was more like... something invisible and intangible was continuously being channeled through that hair-thin silver needle into the already cold body.

His pupils suddenly constricted, and his voice trembled. "This is... Qi! This is the 'Qi Sensation' described in Chinese medicine!"

The nurses were stunned and instinctively followed his gaze.

The silver needle still sat there quietly. The faint ripple at the tail of the needle had already faded, as if it had just been a trick of the light from the surgical lamp.

"Qi... sensation?" a nurse repeated blankly. "What does that mean?"

Dr. Zhang took a deep breath, forcing himself to pull back slightly from the shock.

He pointed at the silver needle, his finger trembling slightly.

"You don't understand... true acupuncture in Chinese medicine emphasizes 'Obtaining Qi'."

"When the needle enters the acupoint, the practitioner guides the Qi with their intent, and moves the needle with the Qi. That feeling of Qi flowing beneath the needle is called the Qi Sensation."

"But that is only recorded in ancient texts; it's a realm that only exists in legends!"

He suddenly turned to Ye Chen, his eyes burning with intensity.

"For those so-called old practitioners of Chinese medicine today, being able to find the right acupoints and insert the needle without straying is already the result of years of hard work."

"In my thirty years of practice, I haven't seen a single person who could reach the level of 'Qi Sensation'!"

"But this young man..."

He paused, his Adam's apple bobbing as he spoke one word at a time.

"When he inserted that needle just now, there was a ripple at the tail!"

"That is an anomaly that only appears when Qi Sensation is released and condensed without dispersing!"

"This is someone who truly understands Chinese medicine and has real skill!"

As his voice fell, the resuscitation room became instantly silent.

Several nurses looked at each other, their faces full of disbelief as if they were hearing a fairy tale.

Qi Sensation?

They didn't see it!

Ancient texts?

No matter how good the ancient texts are, can they bypass texts like The Yellow Emperor's Inner Canon?

Yet, in The Yellow Emperor's Inner Canon, there is no record of this so-called 'Qi Sensation'... A legend?

That made it even more of a fairy tale!

An older nurse couldn't help but speak up, her tone tactful.

"Dr. Zhang, are you... too tired?"

"Her blood pressure was gone when she was brought in, we resuscitated her for forty minutes, and the EKG went flat..."

She glanced at Yan Lingling, then at Ye Chen, who was calmly applying the needles, her voice full of hesitation.

"Even if he has real skill, the person is already..."

She didn't finish her sentence.

But everyone understood her meaning.

The person was already dead.

No matter how skilled he was, could he really bring a dead person back to life?

If it were truly possible, that wouldn't be saving someone; it would be snatching someone back from the King of Hell!

Hearing this, the small glimmer of hope that had just risen in Sophie was mostly extinguished.

She bit her lower lip hard, not daring to make a sound, fearing she would burst into tears the moment she spoke.

Yi Yue held her hand, her own palm also cold.

She believed in Ye Chen.

But this time... what Ye Chen had to fight against was death itself.

However.

Just as the thought 'how could a dead person be brought back to life' flashed through everyone's mind—

*Beep—*

A crisp electronic sound suddenly rang out from the heart monitor.

That was... someone instinctively looked toward the sound.

On the screen that had originally shown a straight green line, that glaring straight line suddenly jumped slightly.

Like a pebble dropped into a calm lake.

The resuscitation room became so quiet that one could hear a pin drop.

Everyone was stunned.

The next second.

*Beep— Beep—*

Two more sounds.

That straight line seemed to slowly wake from a long hibernation and began to show weak fluctuations.

Once.

Twice.

Three times.

The rhythm became steadier, and the peaks grew higher.

The pulse oximeter followed suit, emitting light "beep, beep" sounds.

The numbers that had been at zero began to climb upward with difficulty.

30... 45... 60... Sophie covered her mouth as tears streamed down her face.

Yi Yue gripped her hand tightly, her knuckles turning white and her eyes red.

Dr. Zhang was even more shocked, as if struck by lightning, and he lunged toward the monitor, his eyes fixed on the re-beating curve.

His lips trembled violently; he wanted to say something but was afraid of disturbing Ye Chen.

"No... impossible..."

The older nurse who had just voiced her doubts was completely flustered.

She instinctively raised her hand and rubbed her eyes hard.

The curve on the screen was still jumping.

She rubbed them again.

It was still jumping.

She opened her mouth, but not a single word could come out.

"She's... she's alive?"

The young nurse's voice trembled as she looked at the monitor as if seeing a ghost, then at the young woman on the operating table who still had her eyes closed.

The machine wouldn't lie.

But the person had clearly... she suddenly turned to Ye Chen, her eyes no longer holding a shred of doubt, only boundless shock.