Rebirth of the Urban Demon Lord

Chapter 44 True Essence Saves Lives

Chapter Forty-Four: True Essence Saves Lives

Security guards arrived quickly, and the hospital director was also alerted. Patients and their families in the corridor gathered to watch, and the entrance to the emergency room was immediately crowded with people.

When Yang Zheng saw the dean arrive, he immediately cried out, "Dean, look at this guy who claims to be a master! He insists that my patient is dying and that he's going to save him!"

"I couldn't persuade the patient's family no matter what I did, so I had to call the security guards."

His words portrayed him as a completely good person, claiming that everything he did was out of a doctor's duty and for the sake of his patients.

The dean recognized Dongfang Jiye and said with a wry smile, "Mr. Dongfang, isn't there some misunderstanding about this?"

Dongfang Jiye said coldly, "My old sergeant is about to die. If your hospital can't tell, can't I invite an expert to take a look myself?"

"No...no..." The dean was a little nervous in front of Dongfang Jiye. After all, Lingzhou was a third-tier city, and not everyone could withstand the aura of the rich.

He hesitated for a moment, then said, “Mr. Dongfang, how about this? I’ll have someone do another examination on the patient, and the truth will come out once the results are in.”

"Do another test?" Zhuo Yang sneered. "By the time you finish the test, the patient will be long dead!"

"Impossible!" Yang Zheng roared. "My patient just finished his examination, and all his vital signs are fine!"

Everything's in chaos again; the dean is at his wit's end.

Since Dongfang Jiye was untouchable, and the experts he brought were also untouchable, the only option left was to work on the patients' families.

The hospital director gave a wry smile and said, "Madam, how about we do another examination? After all, the patient is in our hospital, and we have a responsibility to her."

Ultimately, it's about being afraid to take responsibility.

Zhuo Yang was extremely displeased. He activated his Demon Eye and glanced at the patient, then immediately shouted, "Get out of here! The patient can't wait any longer, hurry!"

Everyone was stunned, and not a single person made a move.

"Who do you think you are?" Yang Zheng said sarcastically.

Zhuo Yang suddenly turned around and slapped him across the face.

With a loud crack, Yang Zheng flew out of the ward and crashed into the corridor.

Zhuo Yang had had enough of this guy's arrogance!

This got interesting. The onlookers in the corridor gasped in surprise, then continued watching the spectacle. Yang Zheng simply refused to get up and pretended to be dead, lying on the ground.

Inside the ward, the hospital director was stunned: "How could you hit someone?"

"He deserves a beating!" Zhuo Yang rolled up his sleeves and examined the patient's neck. "The patient is about to die, and he insists on arguing with me. Is the patient's life more important, or his authority as a doctor?"

“Of course, the patient’s life is more important.” The hospital director pointed to the vital signs monitor beside the bed, “but all of the patient’s vital signs are normal…”

Before he could finish speaking, the data on the monitor changed drastically, and a piercing scream rang out.

The hospital director was stunned, not understanding how the patient's condition had changed so quickly.

Yang Zheng, who was lying at the door pretending to be dead, looked up in astonishment and saw the fluctuating numbers on the monitor. He couldn't help but rub his eyes: "This shouldn't be happening. He had a cerebral infarction, so his life shouldn't be in danger for the time being!"

It was obvious that he had made a mistake; Zhuo Yang's judgment was correct.

"Mr. Zhuo, what's wrong with my husband?" The wealthy woman's face turned pale with anxiety as she grabbed Zhuo Yang's arm.

"Everyone, get out." Zhuo Yang pulled his arm away, his face cold and stern.

Dongfang Jiye quickly pulled the noblewoman away, then pulled the dean out as well, and closed the door behind him.

Zhuo Yang rolled up his sleeves, extended a finger, and pressed it against the forehead of the middle-aged man on the hospital bed: "Lei Lai!"

A flash of electricity appeared, like a spark generated when taking off clothes.

The middle-aged man woke up just like that!

"Who are you?" The middle-aged man, Wu Hongliang, barely opened his eyes and stared blankly at Zhuo Yang.

"You have a cerebral infarction, or rather, a sudden cerebral thrombosis." Zhuo Yang smiled faintly, then pressed his hands against Wu Hongliang's head.

"Are you a doctor?" Wu Hongliang was still somewhat disoriented.

"No, I was invited by Dongfang Jiye to save your life," Zhuo Yang replied softly, faint sparks appearing in his palms.

Wu Hongliang suddenly remembered that he hadn't actually fallen completely unconscious, but rather was in a semi-conscious state, unable to open his eyes but able to hear the sounds around him. He had heard the entire argument that had just taken place.

"You are that master!" Wu Hongliang opened his eyes wide, trying to see Zhuo Yang's appearance clearly.

Zhuo Yang shook his head: "I dare not call myself a master. Now that I have cured your illness, remember to pay the medical expenses. It's not much, ten million will do."

"If you open a shop, it will definitely be a shady business!" Wu Hongliang actually joked, completely disregarding his own predicament.

"Good mindset." Zhuo Yang nodded secretly and said in a deep voice, "Next, I will use my true energy to invade your brain blood vessels and break the blood clot. I don't know what it will feel like, but you must not resist."

"I trust Dongfang Jiye's judgment, let's go!" Wu Hongliang, true to his military nature, spoke his mind.

Zhuo Yang pursed his lips, so you still don't believe me.

Considering it a fee for saving a life, Zhuo Yang steadied himself, circulated his true energy, and launched an attack on Wu Hongliang's brain.

The true energy entered Wu Hongliang's carotid artery, slowly invading his brain, and then split into streams to explore the location of the blood clot...

His mastery of the Fusion stage cultivation level allowed him to achieve precise control over his true essence. Healing and saving lives was not Zhuo Yang's forte, but his long cultivation period had given him an understanding of the human body far beyond what ordinary people could imagine.

In this way, he used his true energy to locate the blood clot and then shattered it.

About half an hour later, Wu Hongliang sat up on his own, raised his hand to look at it, and found that it was not trembling and he did not feel powerless as if he could not grasp anything.

"Master, thank you for saving my life. I haven't yet asked your name." He was somewhat excited, but even more so, grateful.

Zhuo Yang said calmly, "Just pay the money. As for your thanks, you can tell Dongfang Jiye."

With a whoosh, the ward door was pushed open, and Dongfang Jiye was the first to rush in.

"Old squad leader, you're all better now!"

Two men in their forties embraced each other, and then Wu Hongliang and his wife embraced.

"Where is Yang Zheng, the doctor who was there earlier?"

Seeing that the old squad leader was able to flirt with his sister-in-law, Dongfang Jiye looked at the dean and said coldly.

The dean was stunned, lost in the miraculous event of Zhuo Yang curing a cerebral infarction using "massage".

Upon hearing this, he came to his senses but couldn't find Yang Zheng.

It is now certain that Yang Zheng's previous judgment was flawed. The patient's condition was very dangerous and his life was in danger at any moment. If Zhuo Yang hadn't been present, the patient would have been in grave danger.

"Hmph, they actually hid away. Doctors at your hospital, you really have a lot of responsibility!" Dongfang Jiye said with disgust.

It's not that I look down on doctors, but I look down on doctors who avoid problems when they arise.

"Mr. Dongfang, we will definitely give you a satisfactory answer to this matter!" The dean knew how to handle it, so he softened his stance first.

"No need. Just don't let me see him again, especially in front of my old squad leader!" Dongfang Jiye felt a chill run down his spine just thinking about it, and insisted on his request.

"Yes, yes..." The dean had no choice but to continue to give in.

But then his gaze shifted to Zhuo Yang, and he whispered, "Sir, may I ask you what method you use to save people?"