Chapter 125 - 124 This Isn’t Scientific

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Chapter 125: Chapter 124 This Isn’t Scientific ... No matter whether others believe or not, Mrs. Liao believed wholeheartedly and hurriedly pleaded with Yan Xiaobao, "Doctor Yan, please, treat my husband as quickly as possible." Professor Huang enthusiastically said, "The operating room has already been prepared..." "What do we need an operating room for?" Yan Xiaobao glanced inexplicably at Professor Huang, "This is something I can resolve in minutes; there’s no need for an operating room." "Ridiculous!" Gao Ming couldn’t hold back anymore, sarcastically saying, "Resolve it in minutes? I think you mean you’ll give up in minutes." "You’re really an annoying person." Yan Xiaobao frowned and glared at Gao Ming, "If it weren’t for the fact that you’re my brother-in-law, I would’ve hit you already." "I..." Gao Ming was practically speechless from anger. "Sigh!" The red-faced Professor Huang sighed, glancing reproachfully at Zhang Hongde, "Letting this greenhorn treat patients is sheer nonsense!" "Alright, saving lives is like fighting fires; time is of the essence. Please, Divine Doctor Yan, begin the treatment immediately." Zhang Hongde finished speaking and stopped the others, letting only Yan Xiaobao and Xia Rou enter the special care room. "Dean Zhang..." Seeing Yan Xiaobao entering with only Xia Rou, and without any equipment, medications, or tools, Mrs. Liao asked suspiciously, "Is Doctor Yan really going in to treat my husband?" "Mrs. Liao, don’t worry, the result should come shortly." Zhang Hongde smiled reassuringly. He knew that although the young Yan Xiaobao often acted and spoke absurdly, he never lied and never let people down. "Mrs. Liao, I think you better come to your senses and stop clinging to unrealistic hopes," Gao Ming said with a look of pity, shaking his head solemnly, "Although the facts are harsh, facts are facts..." The red-faced Professor Huang continued, "You’re well aware of your husband’s condition. Even if you transferred him to the best hospital abroad and sought out the most authoritative experts, there would still... essentially be no hope. Do you really think this greenhorn can cure your husband in minutes?" At that moment, the door of the special care room was pushed open, and Yan Xiaobao came out nonchalantly with Xia Rou. "What’s this? Giving up already?" Gao Ming looked at Yan Xiaobao mockingly and said smugly, "You weren’t lying; it really was a matter of minutes, after all." fгeewёbnoѵel_cσm "This is complete nonsense!" The red-faced Professor Huang glared at Zhang Hongde angrily, "Dean Zhang, this pointless waste of a day’s treatment is entirely your responsibility!" Zhang Hongde smiled silently, having already seen the answer he wanted in Yan Xiaobao’s expression. "Sigh... Doctor Yan, you..." Mrs. Liao looked at Yan Xiaobao and sighed, "Forget it..." All the experts had declared her husband beyond saving. She had been clinging to only the barest hope, hoping for a miracle where failure seemed certain. Although Yan Xiaobao’s seemingly childish antics stalled her for a day, she wasn’t even inclined to scold him now. At that moment, a voice suddenly came from the hospital room, "I’m starving! Get me something to eat!" Those unremarkable words struck everyone like thunder, leaving Mrs. Liao, Gao Ming, and the red-faced Professor Huang in utter astonishment. Yan Xiaobao and Xia Rou had already exited. Aside from the terminally ill President Liao, whose death seemed imminent, who else could have said those words? President Liao had been so weak that speaking was a struggle, and he couldn’t eat at all. Now, that loud shout, demanding food—how could it have come from him? "Husband!" Mrs. Liao immediately recognized it as her husband’s voice. With a face full of shocked disbelief, she practically stormed into the hospital room. Gao Ming and the red-faced Professor Huang exchanged a stunned glance before rushing into the room, equally incredulous. Having anticipated this result, Zhang Hongde smiled warmly and expressed his gratitude to Yan Xiaobao and Xia Rou, "Divine Doctor Yan, Doctor Xia, you’ve worked hard—thank you, thank you!" "Don’t thank me; I wasn’t helping you." Yan Xiaobao, as always, didn’t mince words. His reason for treating President Liao wasn’t rooted in helping Zhang Hongde or even due to Xia Rou’s influence but rather... ahem... "I didn’t do anything..." Xia Rou had merely followed Yan Xiaobao inside and watched in wonder as he miraculously pressed a single finger against President Liao’s chest. "Still, we need to thank Doctor Xia for marrying such an incredible husband." Zhang Hongde laughed heartily, his old face radiant. Xia Rou’s mouth twitched slightly, her smile strained. Yan Xiaobao had just brought Tiantian home yesterday, putting on quite a show almost right in front of her, and today, he was eyeing Gao Ming’s stunning sister—what kind of "good husband" was this... "Husband! Your... your illness is really... really cured?" Mrs. Liao stood frozen in place for a moment after storming into the room, then finally snapped out of her daze. She stared at a sitting President Liao, overwhelmed with joy and sobbing tears of happiness. The previously ashen-faced, critically ill President Liao was now sitting comfortably on the hospital bed. Though he still appeared somewhat weak, his face had gained a tinge of redness, his spirit seemed bright, and he clearly showed signs of recovering from a severe illness. "I don’t know if my illness is cured; what I do know is I’m starving!" President Liao smiled at his wife and said, "Quick, get me something to eat. I want braised pork!" "Alright, alright, I’ll call someone to fetch it right away!" Mrs. Liao wiped away her tears, hurriedly called her driver, and ordered him to fetch braised pork as quickly as possible. "How... how is this... even possible..." Witnessing such a bizarre scene, Gao Ming couldn’t believe his eyes. Shocked and confused, he turned to the red-faced Professor Huang, "Is this recovery? Or just a last-minute burst of vitality?" The red-faced Professor Huang, almost talking to himself, stared at the vital signs monitor in the room and muttered, "Heart rate: 63. Body temperature: 37.1. Blood pressure: 82—109... This... this is really... really cured?" "No... no way..." Gao Ming’s logical thinking seemed to break down completely, his mind grinding to a halt. The nation’s foremost cardiovascular expert, Professor Wang, had concluded there was no hope. Even if brought to the world’s best hospital and treated by the world’s best doctors, the outcome wouldn’t have changed. And yet, somehow, the illness was cured... And on top of that, it was cured exactly as Yan Xiaobao described—within minutes? What was going on here? Even "medical miracle" seemed inadequate to describe this bewildering situation; it defied all logic... "Divine Doctor... truly, a Divine Doctor!" Having finished her call, Mrs. Liao couldn’t contain herself anymore. She rushed to Yan Xiaobao, clasping his hand tightly, "Divine Doctor Yan, you are absolutely miraculous! You’re our savior—thank you, thank you!" ... [Please bookmark, recommend, donate, and support!] ... The source of this content is free(w)ebnov(e)l

Chapter 125 - 124 This Isn’t Scientific

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