Chapter 97

The Life and Death Stone has a total of seven pieces of vitality and seven pieces of killing intent.

Ye Fei used up all seven pieces of vitality to save his mother and Qianqian, forcing him to learn medical skills to save people and accumulate more vitality.

He worked hard for a month, saving Han Nanhua, Huang Zhendong, and others, finally accumulating seven pieces of vitality again, only to use them all up tonight.

He felt a bit depressed.

However, Ye Fei also wanted to see if seven pieces of vitality could bring a 'dead person' back to life.

White light surged into Yang Yaodong's body.

Although the nurses had already removed the medical equipment, Ye Fei could clearly feel that Yang Yaodong, whose vital signs were about to reach zero, was gradually regaining vitality.

His internal injuries were also slowly healing.

But the fact that Yang Yaodong did not immediately wake up made Ye Fei uneasy, wondering if seven pieces of vitality were not enough to save a life.

Thinking of this, Ye Fei immediately took out the silver needles and began to perform the "Nine Palace Revival Acupuncture" on Yang Yaodong.

"Seventy percent chance?

Acupuncture?

Nonsense!"

The cold and beautiful doctor was furious: "Brain death, how can there be any hope of saving him?

And with traditional Chinese medicine methods?"

"Young man, this is not the time for you to show off."

"Get out right now, or I'll call the police to arrest you."

In her view, Ye Fei was not only causing trouble but also embarrassing all the doctors. However, she did not approach to pull him, to avoid being seen as having ulterior motives by the Yang family.

She looked at Yang Jianxiong: "Director Yang, Director Yang has already suffered enough. How can you bear to let him be tormented like this?"

Several high-ranking police officials also could not bear to watch and said, "Director Yang, let Director Yang rest in peace."

Yang Jianxiong's expression was very complex. He hoped Ye Fei could save his brother, but from the doctors' words, it was clear that his brother was already dead.

No matter how skilled Ye Fei was, it was impossible to bring the dead back to life, especially with just silver needles. At the very least, he should be using blood transfusions or electric shocks.

It seemed he had indeed been hoping for too much, treating Ye Fei as a last straw.

He staggered to Ye Fei and shouted, "Ye Fei, thank you, but let my brother go in peace... 'Give me thirty minutes.'"

Ye Fei did not even raise his eyelids, calmly responding to Yang Jianxiong, "In half an hour, I will give you a miracle."

Yang Jianxiong was slightly stunned, surprised by Ye Fei's confidence.

"Thirty minutes?

Even if I gave you three hours, you couldn't save Director Yang."

The cold and beautiful doctor was furious: "Young man, can you stop causing trouble?"

"Your interference not only causes us trouble but also disrespects Director Yang."

She glared at Ye Fei: "We are the top doctors in this hospital. If we say Director Yang is dead, even a god can't save him."

Several female nurses also looked at Ye Fei with disdain, thinking he was just making a fuss.

"You can't do it, but I can."

Ye Fei glanced at her: "There are always people better than you, don't you understand?"

"I can't?

My name is Jin Ningbing, from a family of doctors, a graduate of Harvard Medical School, with three years of experience, and the new deputy director of this hospital."

Jin Ningbing laughed angrily: "Tell me, which prestigious medical school did you graduate from?"

Ye Fei shrugged: "Sorry, I am not a medical school graduate, and I have never worked in any hospital."

"Not a medical school graduate?

And not working in a hospital?

So you are a self-taught doctor?"

Jin Ningbing shouted: "How absurd, a quack like you dares to question my medical skills?"

The medical staff were also in an uproar.

They had once thought Ye Fei was a famous doctor, otherwise, he wouldn't have been chosen by Yang Jianxiong. Who knew he was just a barefoot doctor.

Isn't this just causing trouble?

Several female nurses pursed their lips, showing disdain and contempt.

Yang Jianxiong's expression was also somewhat awkward.

"You are so skilled, why can't you cure your own skin disease?"

Ye Fei said bluntly: "A minor illness makes you wish you were dead, how much better are you than me, a barefoot doctor?"

While speaking, Ye Fei's hands did not stop, continuously moving the silver needles to gather Yang Yaodong's vitality.

He had already discovered that seven pieces of vitality were enough to save Yang Yaodong, but his injuries were severe, so the healing was slow. There was no need for the Nine Palace Revival Acupuncture.

However, Ye Fei did not stop. Besides adding a bit of insurance, it also helped the others better accept his revival.

Otherwise, if Yang Yaodong came back to life with just a touch, wouldn't they think he was a monster?

"You've had your skin disease for about ten years, right?"

As he thought, Ye Fei added: "Ten years, and you still can't cure it. Your medical skills are really lacking."

Jin Ningbing was stunned: "How do you know I have a skin disease?"

She herself did not know why, but whenever the weather got hot or the wind blew, her whole body would itch and hurt terribly. No amount of ointment or medication helped.

She had always kept this secret hidden, not wanting others to question her medical skills, but Ye Fei had revealed it in one sentence.

Ye Fei bluntly said: "This is the difference in our levels."

"So what if you have some skills?"

Jin Ningbing was furious: "I don't believe a brain-dead person can come back to life."

Her worldview and knowledge told her that Yang Yaodong could not possibly be revived.

"Let's make a bet."

Ye Fei's fingers moved over the silver needles: "If I bring Director Yang back to life, you will sweep the floor at Jinzhilin for me."

The clinic was short of staff, and Ye Fei did not mind having a few more helpers.

Sweep the floor?

Jin Ningbing laughed angrily: "If he doesn't come back to life, will you clean the hospital toilets for three years?"

"It's a deal."

Ye Fei immediately agreed: "Just wait and see."

"Childish to the extreme."

Jin Ningbing was unconvinced, thoroughly believing Ye Fei was a fraud.

"Whoosh—" Ye Fei ignored her, his fingers moving to insert the last needle.

He suddenly shouted: "Rise!"

A flash of light.

"Ah—" As the words fell, a young nurse's body trembled, and her scream echoed through the entire emergency room.

Jin Ningbing and the others instinctively looked up.

The next second, they were all stunned! Because—because the supposedly dead Yang Yaodong was sitting up on the bed.

He really sat up! And opened his eyes! How could this be?

"Damn, is he a person or a ghost?"

Jin Ningbing stepped back several steps, her beautiful face filled with shock.

Seeing a supposedly dead person staring straight at her was terrifying.

Several young nurses fell to the ground, their legs trembling... Yang Jianxiong shouted: "Brother—" overjoyed.

The nurses immediately rushed to reconnect the medical equipment.

The machines instantly came to life, all indicators returning to normal.

Jin Ningbing and the others could not accept it.

He really came back to life?

How is this possible...

Ye Fei lifted Jin Ningbing's chin: "Remember, come to Jinzhilin to sweep the floor on Monday..."