Chapter Nineteen

He Jing nodded.
"I'm ready, Doctor."
Though He Jing appeared calm and composed, in truth, she was deeply anxious. As an intern, she had no right to participate in such a major surgery, let alone under the simultaneous guidance of two attending physicians.
Luo Fancheng gave a slight nod in response.
He then picked up a silver needle and began to explain. This kind of operation often led to significant bleeding, so before administering anesthesia, it was crucial to seal all the acupuncture points around the wound. That way, the damage could be minimized as much as possible.
He Jing nodded, only half understanding.
As Luo Fancheng spoke, he deftly inserted the needles. Even He Jing, who had never encountered traditional Chinese medicine before, couldn't help but admire him in her heart.
This was the third time Liu Tianji had watched Luo Fancheng perform acupuncture, yet he was still visibly astonished.
Without a word, Luo Fancheng continued his work, quickly inserting thirty-six silver needles with practiced ease into the little girl's body. He then signaled to Liu Tianji that he could begin.
Liu Tianji nodded.
"Scalpel, number ten."
Without hesitation, He Jing hurriedly handed over the scalpel.
True to his reputation, Liu Tianji made a swift, decisive incision in the girl's abdomen, revealing a wound the size of a fist.
Excellent—very little bleeding. Liu Tianji exhaled a deep breath.
He Jing, too, was astounded by the sight.
She never imagined that silver needles from traditional Chinese medicine could be used in this way—combined with surgery, not only did they significantly reduce bleeding, but they also increased the patient's chance of survival.
As Liu Tianji looked into the opening in the child's abdomen, his gaze grew desolate.
This... the organ failure was far too severe!
She was just a little girl, but her kidneys looked like they belonged to someone in their seventies or eighties. And it seemed the organ could not last much longer.
He Jing quickly wiped the sweat from Liu Tianji's face with a cotton pad, her anxiety mounting.
Is my very first assisting surgery going to end in failure?
Luo Fancheng saw this as well. By all rights, under such circumstances, the only option would be organ replacement.
But he recalled an ancient medical text from the Hall of the Immortal Physician, which stated that human organs, like people, aged depending on how well they were cared for—it made sense.
So, if the organs could be stimulated, made active again, and then nourished with his own divine blood, perhaps they could recover their former vitality.
"Xiao Jing, insulin," Luo Fancheng said.
By now, He Jing was growing frantic, fearing she would fail her first assisting surgery.
"Xiao Jing, insulin," Luo Fancheng called again.
Finally, she snapped out of it and hurriedly handed over the insulin.

Luo Fancheng nodded to Liu Tianji and said softly,
"You do it."
"Alright," Liu Tianji replied. He picked up the insulin and injected it into the little girl.
Luo Fancheng once again took up the silver needles, inserting them even more swiftly. As he did so, he deliberately cut his own hand; his blood smeared the needles and dripped onto the girl's kidneys.
A few minutes later, Luo Fancheng withdrew the needles and signaled to Liu Tianji to suture the wound.
By now, Liu Tianji was drenched in sweat, his mind in turmoil. He was convinced the operation had failed and braced himself for his first defeat as a surgeon.
Despite his panic, Liu Tianji nodded and began to stitch up the fist-sized incision.
Watching his trembling hands, sewing one stitch at a time, He Jing was taken aback—she never expected a senior physician with decades of experience to be so shaken by the situation.
It seemed the operation was doomed to failure.
"Let He Jing take over. You go rest," Luo Fancheng said calmly.
Realizing his own state, Liu Tianji nodded and handed the needle and thread to He Jing.
He Jing took them, her anxiety mounting though she tried not to show it as plainly as Liu Tianji had.
Suturing a minor surface wound in class was nothing, but this was her first time facing the aftermath of a major surgical failure. What should she do?
"If you're so nervous over a simple suture, what will you do in future surgeries? What if you encounter an emergency on your own?" Luo Fancheng said.
Sure enough, after his words, He Jing gradually steadied herself.
A few minutes later, the operation was over.
He Jing and Liu Tianji were utterly exhausted, sitting on the floor and gasping for breath as they removed their masks. Only Luo Fancheng remained serene as he collected his silver needles.
Once done, he, too, sat on the floor beside them to rest.
Just as Luo Fancheng settled down, a voice suddenly rang out.
"What are you all doing?"
He Jing and Liu Tianji were instantly drenched in cold sweat.
After about three seconds, He Jing shouted,
"She’s come back from the dead!"
Hardly had the words left her mouth when both of them prepared to dash for the door, only for Luo Fancheng to rap He Jing on the head.
"She's alive. Don’t make such a fuss."
He Jing and Liu Tianji were stunned. Cautiously, they went to check the operating table.
Only after confirming everything was truly as it should be did they let out a long sigh of relief.
After a brief conversation with Liu Tianji, Luo Fancheng departed.

By the time he had changed out of his scrubs and returned to the emergency ward, an hour had passed. The waiting room was now empty.
When he got home, dusk was falling.
Upon opening the door, he found the entire family gathered in the living room, including Chen Xingfan’s girlfriend, Tang Doudou.
As soon as Luo Fancheng entered, Chen Xingxin wheeled herself to the door.
"Come, come, greet the audience," she said with a smile.
Only then did Luo Fancheng notice her phone camera pointed at him, and he remembered their contract with Foxya. Today must be their first official livestream. Smiling, he said,
"Hello, everyone. I’m Xingxin’s husband, Luo Fancheng."
In the livestream chat:
"The streamer is actually married? My youth is over!"
"This guy is the streamer’s husband? He’s way too handsome!"
"Streamer, you can't steal my husband! (dog head for safety)"
"So handsome, streamer, can I borrow your husband for a couple of days? (dog head for safety)"
"Is the person above a pervert?"
...
Reading the scrolling comments, Luo Fancheng chuckled.
"I belong to the streamer alone, not available for loan. You can all give up now."
At that, Chen Xingxin’s face flushed red, and she spun around, returning to the living room to continue the livestream.
Luo Fancheng followed her.
Wu Mei saw him return and called out,
"So you do remember to come home?"
Luo Fancheng said nothing. Chen Kangjian chimed in,
"I bet he was at Peach Blossom Restaurant."
Wu Mei immediately looked at him with disdain.
"I think so too. Otherwise, why would he sneak off and disappear?"
Chen Xingfan clicked his tongue.
"Tsk, tsk, tsk. Not bad. Our family’s son-in-law is keeping a mistress on the side."