Miracle Pill Maker Bullies the Boss

Huo Yao retrieved a bottle from her pocket and poured out one pill. She squeezed the pill with her fingers and proceeded to scatter the powder on Huo Yulin's wound. She said, "You can extract the bullet now. I will handle the rest."

Even though the hospital president felt worried, he nodded without hesitation. "Okay then."

The hospital president looked at the weak statistics showing on the hospital equipment as he picked up his surgical blade. He could not help sighing inwardly.

It was going to be a very tough surgery.

The hospital president was not alone. All the other medical staff felt that the patient was not stable enough to undergo surgery. Moreover, it was chest surgery near the heart.

Huo Yao paid no attention to the other medical staff. She took off her jacket, retrieved some slightly longer silver needles, and worked in unison with the hospital president. More acupuncture needles were applied to the patient.

She had to ensure the stability of the Qi in his chest area if she wanted him to survive the surgery.

After five hours, the hospital president finally removed the bullet fragments from Huo Yulin's chest. Throughout the surgery, the patient's statistics remained stable.

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Even though the patient was very weak, his stats remained miraculously stable.

The other medical staff was certain that the patient would never pull through, but they had unexpectedly done the impossible.

When the hospital president was done stitching up the patient, he turned to look at the young lady. She was genuinely mind-blowing.

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He had never seen anyone stabilize a patient so effectively with just a few silver needles. It was undoubtedly a never before seen feat.

After removing the silver needles, Huo Yao waited for the nurse to clean up the patient. Huo Yao retrieved another pill and crushed it into powder with her fingers. She scattered it on the patient's wound before letting the nurse bandage him.

The hospital president remembered seeing the young woman scatter powder on the patient's injuries prior to the surgery. During the surgery, there was hardly any blood loss. He asked. "Does the powder stop bleeding?"

Huo Yao acknowledged mildly with her eyes lowered. She proceeded to check the patient's pulse. After examining him, the solemn look on her face finally eased up.

"Thanks, everyone." Huo Yao nodded to the medical team. She quickly packed up her needles and took her jacket before leaving the operating theatre.

Chen Ming had been waiting outside. The moment he saw her walk out of the operating theatre, he quickly went over. "Miss Huo, how's Young Master Yulin doing?"

Huo Yao had a little trouble walking and her lips were pale. She looked at Chen Ming and answered. "He's fine now."

Chen Ming had been worried, but he finally felt relieved. "I'm glad he's fine." He looked at Huo Yao and finally noticed that her face was as pale as a sheet of paper. "Miss Huo, are you alright?"

Huo Yao was exhausted, so she simply replied. "I'm fine. I'm going back now. Don't tell my brother about my involvement tonight."

Chen Ming froze briefly. When he snapped out of his daze, he explained sheepishly. "My bad. Young Master Yulin insisted not to tell you about it."

Huo Yao waved her hand. "I get it. Just act as though I was never here tonight and know nothing about your mission."

Chen Ming parted his lips wanting to speak, but a nurse came over wheeling the patient out from the operating theater, so he quickly followed behind them.

By the time Huo Yao walked out of the hospital, it was already 5:00 am. No sun could be seen and it was very quiet outside the hospital.

Huo Yao pulled her coat together since it was cold. She looked at her car at the hospital entrance. There was a ticket stuck on the windscreen and her wheel was locked. She felt even more exhausted just looking at it.

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Even if she wanted to pay the fine, there were no guards around. She pressed her brow and gave up with the car. Instead, she retrieved her phone from her pocket.