Chapter 27

"Everyone, spread out a bit to let the air circulate." The crowd was growing, making the surrounding air very stuffy, so Ye Chenfeng hurriedly ordered.

Most of the people in the crowd did not believe that Ye Chenfeng could revive the girl who had fainted due to a heart attack. In the eyes of ordinary people, the older a traditional Chinese doctor, the more skilled they were. But how old was Ye Chenfeng? He looked no more than twenty-five or twenty-six years old. However, they did spread out a bit, and most of them had a mindset of wanting to see Ye Chenfeng make a fool of himself.

Ye Chenfeng took a lighter from his pocket and heated the silver needles over the flame to eliminate some bacteria. After all, in this situation, there was no time for too much fuss. The most important thing now was to save the girl who was in critical condition.

Staring at the girl's chest, Ye Chenfeng inserted the five heated silver needles into her heart area with fluid movements, without any hesitation or pause. Even an experienced traditional Chinese doctor might not have such skilled hands.

Moreover, the girl was wearing clothes, and Ye Chenfeng could accurately insert the silver needles into the acupoints under these conditions, which was simply incredible.

While inserting the silver needles, Ye Chenfeng also channeled a bit of his soul power into the girl's body. Otherwise, just inserting the needles wouldn't save her. He used the needles as conductors to stimulate the acupoints on her chest with soul power, thereby restoring her heartbeat.

Ye Chenfeng's right hand moved, pulling out and reinserting the needles into the girl's chest. He repeated this process six times, and his speed was incredibly fast, leaving only a trail in the air. This made some of the onlookers start to believe that Ye Chenfeng had some skills.

After the sixth insertion, Ye Chenfeng stopped. The girl should now be out of danger and would likely regain consciousness soon.

Sweat beads formed on his forehead, and his face turned slightly pale. With his current level of soul power, saving someone was quite a strain, and he had consumed a lot of soul power.

Although Ye Chenfeng's needle insertion technique was impressive, Kang Weizhong, who was standing nearby, was not convinced. He had some knowledge of traditional Chinese medicine and, with his years of medical experience, knew that it was impossible to revive a girl with a heart attack just by inserting a few needles.

A proud sneer hung on the corner of his mouth, and Kang Weizhong said disdainfully, "If a patient with a heart attack can be revived by a few needles from you, then you must be the reincarnation of Hua Tuo. Doctors like us can quit and go home to sleep."

Hearing Kang Weizhong's sarcasm, Ye Chenfeng's anger flared. As a doctor, not only did he lack the mindset of saving lives, but he was also making noise on the side. What a damn bastard.

"Really, shut up. Have you finished your nonsense? If you keep polluting the air, I don't mind shutting your mouth," Ye Chenfeng said coldly, his body emitting a powerful aura that made Kang Weizhong involuntarily take two steps back, feeling a strange sense of unease.

The crowd was unhappy with Ye Chenfeng's "arrogance." After all, Kang Weizhong was the head of the internal medicine department at a major hospital. In the eyes of the common people, Kang Weizhong was the authority, and what was Ye Chenfeng? Although his technique was miraculous, it had to work to save someone.

The girl's grandfather watched his granddaughter with bated breath, his face filled with hope. He sincerely hoped that the young man in front of him was a miraculous doctor.

Five minutes passed, and Kang Weizhong, seeing that the girl had not yet regained consciousness, said, "As I expected, you are just a quack. If she had been taken to the hospital immediately, there would have been a chance. Now it's too late! I wonder how many lives have been lost because of you? You are a butcher."

Kang Weizhong's sarcastic words were fueled by his dissatisfaction with Ye Chenfeng's attitude. He wanted to shift all the blame onto Ye Chenfeng.

When the crowd heard the authority figure say such things, many kind-hearted people's views of Ye Chenfeng changed. Some were angry, some were annoyed, and some... even rolled up their sleeves, ready to beat Ye Chenfeng. In their eyes, a "quack" like Ye Chenfeng living in this world was a menace.

Ye Chenfeng closed his eyes and ignored everything around him. His sharp hearing detected the girl's heart starting to beat again. He suddenly opened his eyes and pulled out the five silver needles from her chest.

"What? Giving up? Do you know that you have killed someone today?" Kang Weizhong said righteously. No one except Ye Chenfeng could hear the girl's heart beating again, as their hearing was not as sharp as his.

"Cough, cough, cough—" Just as Kang Weizhong finished speaking, the girl, who had been unconscious, started coughing violently and slowly opened her eyes. She saw her grandfather's worried face and asked, "Grandpa, what happened to me?"

The old man hugged the girl, tears of joy streaming down his face, and said, "You fainted just now. Do you know how worried I was? I was afraid you wouldn't wake up again."

The girl's heart attack was a recurring issue. Due to the family's lack of money, they had not been able to treat it properly, so it had been dragging on. In the past, even if she fainted, she would regain consciousness after a minute or two. But this time...

Kang Weizhong, standing nearby, saw the girl regain consciousness and felt as if his neck had been choked. His face turned red, and he felt a burning sensation on his cheeks. Just a moment ago, he had been calling Ye Chenfeng a quack. Now, wasn't he slapping himself in the face?

The sudden recovery of the girl left the crowd stunned for about half a minute. When they came to their senses, their hatred for Ye Chenfeng vanished. Fortunately, they had not acted on impulse, or they would have wronged a good person.

Recalling Ye Chenfeng's fluid needle insertion technique and the fact that the girl had indeed regained consciousness, everyone present associated the term "miracle doctor" with Ye Chenfeng.

After all, even the head of internal medicine at Tianhai People's Hospital had said that it might be too late to take her to the hospital. But in Ye Chenfeng's hands, he had brought her back from the brink of death in just a few moves. Wasn't such a skilled doctor worthy of being called a "miracle doctor"? To them, Ye Chenfeng's ability to revive the girl was a great miracle.