After hearing Lin Fei's words, everyone in the operating room thought he was also arrogant, simply giving face without wanting face, and actually dared to let Professor Zhuang roll, this word not even the dean dared to say.

  "I don't dare, I guarantee there won't be a second time."

  Zhuang Guosheng smiled and guaranteed that the expression on his face was full of reverence, with a hint of flattery. His reaction left everyone in the operating room stunned.

  Especially Zhuang Yahui, she is very familiar with what kind of person her grandfather is. Normally, only he can make people roll over, in this Jiang City, who else dares to make him roll over?

  Even fewer dared to show him their faces.

  Zhuang Guosheng's reaction fell into Zhuang Yahui's eyes, which made her feel extremely curious about Lin Fei. What exactly did he do to make his own grandfather treat him with such reverence?

  Lin Fei showed a flattering and fearful smile, but that didn't mean that Zhuang Guosheng would give them face. With a cold expression, he said to Zhao Sihai and the others: "What's going on? Are you guys still thinking of not leaving? Do I need to personally ask you to leave?"

  "I don't dare! I don't dare!"

  Zhao Sihai hastily exited the operating room, and others left with him. Zhuang Guosheng's attitude did not make Zhao Sihai afraid of Lin Fei, but instead added to his resentment towards Lin Fei.

  "Director Zhao, should we call the police?" The middle-aged doctor who was called Old Liu by Zhao Si Hai earlier asked cautiously from one side.

  He also didn't know that Zhao Sihai had just made a move on Dean Yang, otherwise he wouldn't be so calm now.

  "Call the police? Of course, we have to call the police! If it wasn't for Lin Fei recklessly using silver needles to treat people, the patient might not have died. This is a matter of life and death, and we must report it to the police!" Zhao Si Hai had made up his mind to get Lin Fei into trouble, all because Lin Fei had slapped him in public and lost face for him.

  If I don't take revenge on Lin Fei this time, Zhao Sihai will probably have a hard time sleeping at night.

  "But Professor Zhuang he..."

  Dr. Liu is not a fool either, and since even Professor Zhuang has to be so polite to him, he doesn't need to offend anyone for Zhao Sihai's sake, his hesitant and evasive attitude suddenly made Zhao Sihai understand.

  "Useless thing, get out of here."

  Zhao Si Hai suddenly let out a loud roar, and Dr. Liu hastily retreated with his tail between his legs. Zhao Si Hai was left standing there, looking gloomy, and quickly pulled out his phone to call the police.

  In the operating room.

  Lin Fei's expression suddenly turned icy as he held the scalpel, his eyes devoid of any emotion.

  Lin Fei held the scalpel and dodged the wound, making a light incision in the cardiac area of Director Yang. However, not a single drop of blood seeped out after the incision was made, causing Zhuang Guosheng's eyes to widen in amazement as he watched Lin Fei's super-standard knife skills with incredulity, being convinced by the legendary Six Needles Reversing Yin and Yang technique.

  Zhuang Yahui walked closer, ready to wipe the sweat for Lin Fei at any moment. She saw Lin Fei make an incision with a scalpel, but didn't see any blood flowing out. Her eyes widened in shock, and if it weren't for Zhuang Guosheng's repeated warnings not to make a sound earlier...

  Just this glance almost made her scream out loud.

  After one knife down, Lin Fei quickly established the stripping surface exposed heart, seeing this scene of Zhuang Guosheng immediately held his breath, he knew that the most critical moment had arrived.

  Six needles reverse yin and yang, eight needles determine life and death!

  Reversing yin and restoring yang, using needles to restore the soul, dying and then coming back to life!

  Watching Lin Fei insert a silver needle into the patient's heart, an ordinary person would have slapped it away long ago. The heart is the most important organ in a person's life, and any damage is unacceptable.

  A thin silver needle pierced his heart, which could be fatal.

  As Lin Fei's silver needle pierced the heart of President Yang, the silver needle began to quiver slightly with Lin Fei's gestures, and the speed of the quivering was getting faster and more obvious.

  Plop!

  President Yang's still heart suddenly jumped and then completely stopped again.

  Zhuang Guosheng's heart skipped a beat as he finally dared to confirm the identity of Lin Fei, whom his granddaughter had mentioned. He couldn't help but laugh at himself for still wanting to take him on as a disciple.

  Six needles reverse yin and yang, eight needles determine life and death! This kind of thing, even if you are Lin Fei's disciple, you may not have the qualifications.

  Five or six minutes passed, and Zhuang Guosheng couldn't help but softly ask, "Lin, senior, when do you plan on using the eighth silver needle?"

  The eighth needle determines life and death, this eighth needle is the most critical, and also the most heaven-defying one.

  Lin Fei's eyebrows furrowed, and a murderous intent flashed in his eyes, causing the talkative Zhuang Guosheng to turn pale instantly. As Lin Fei shifted his gaze away, Zhuang Guosheng felt as if he had just walked through hell.

  At just one glance, he was already drenched in cold sweat all over his body.

  "The Seventh Needle is Enough!"

  As Lin Fei's confident words fell, Dean Yang's still heart began to beat weakly, and the electrocardiogram also started to beep.

  Seeing this, the experienced Zhuang Guosheng hurriedly said: "Yahui quickly! Connect the cardiac resuscitator."

  Zhen Jing's Ya Hui was shocked, and in the urgent voice of Zhen Guo Sheng, she quickly connected the heart resuscitation device. At this time, Lin Fei quickly pulled out the silver needle, and after a few breaths, the wound was perfectly sutured.

  However, the operation did not end there. The severely injured Dean Yang had several other life-threatening injuries that needed to be treated, all of which would have required great care from many surgical experts, but for Lin Fei, they were just minor injuries that could be easily resolved with a wave of his hand.

  Twenty minutes later, Dean Yang was rescued back from the Ghost Gate by Lin Fei, completely out of danger, a medical miracle that shocked the entire medical community, unfortunately, only one old and one young witnessed this miracle.

  And Lin Fei would not allow them to spread what had just happened either.

  Lin Fei put down the surgical knife and removed the silver needle from Dean Yang's body, looking coldly at Zhuang Guosheng: "Zhuang Yahui, you go out first, I have something to talk to your grandfather about, and what happened earlier. Don't leak a single word outside, otherwise don't blame me for not being polite."

  At this time, Lin Fei was completely devoid of his usual cheerful demeanor, and whether it was the expression on his face or his entire aura, there was only one word that could describe him - cold!

  As cold as the freezing wind from hell!

  Zhuang Yahui was frightened, her small face as white as paper. The Lin Fei in front of her seemed like a devil from hell, making her feel terrified and fearful. She could only hide behind Zhuang Guosheng to barely feel a sense of safety.

  "Yahui, listen and get out first, remember what happened just now can't be said a single word, otherwise Grandpa won't recognize you as his granddaughter and will drive you out of the house..."

  Zhuang Yahui was so frightened that she nodded repeatedly and quickly turned around and ran out of the operating room.

  "How did you know I still have the eighth needle?" Lin Fei said coldly, exuding a murderous aura. Ever since Zhuang Guosheng mentioned the eighth needle, he had already developed a desire to kill him.

  "Six needles reverse yin and yang, eight needles determine life and death! Medicine can cure all diseases, Qi can control the universe! No one can escape the hook of impermanence, only the living King Yanwang!"

  "Living King Yama? Haha!"

  Lin Fei sneered and laughed, looking up at the ceiling of the operating room with a hint of self-mockery in his eyes: "No one can escape the unpredictable hook of death, only the living king of hell? This saying is not even as good as dog shit."

  Zhuang Guosheng didn't dare to interrupt, he knew that today at Ghost Gate Pass he had narrowly escaped, otherwise Lin Fei's killing intent would not be dispelled, and he absolutely wouldn't have been able to see tomorrow's sun.

  Lin Fei looked down at Zhuang Guosheng and said, "The old man said that when he was young, he met a shameless scoundrel who pestered him until he casually taught him some skills. That shameless person, wouldn't it be you?"

  Lin Fei's words made Zhuang Guosheng, who was almost in his coffin, blush with a mixture of embarrassment and excitement: "Teacher, he still remembers me? Where is the old man now? Is his body still well?"

  "He's dead!"

  "Dead? How could Master possibly be dead? He can't be dead!" Upon hearing Lin Fei's words, Zhuang Guosheng immediately lost his composure.

  "Birth, aging, illness and death, who can escape death?! The old man was over a hundred years old, it's normal to die at that age. Alright, let's mourn, since you're also considered half a disciple of the old man, help me out and don't reveal my identity!" Lin Fei said.

  Zhuang Guosheng was also a man of some age, and having weathered many storms, he quickly regained his composure. He looked puzzled: "Why?"

  Zhuang Guosheng couldn't understand that with Lin Fei's medical skills and the identity of being a direct disciple of Huo Yanyao, why he still wanted to hide. As long as he nodded, those old guys from the National Medical Academy would beg him to be the principal.

  Rights! Status! Reputation! Money! These things that everyone dreams of, will be easily obtained at the right time. Why should Lin Fei refuse?

  Zhuang Guosheng couldn't figure this out no matter how hard he thought about it, so he opened his mouth to ask Lin Fei tentatively.