Elite Versatile Mad Doctor

Before Qin Hao could knock on the door, an ambulance had arrived, and then the door was opened, clearly, the people inside had already seen the arrival of the ambulance.

A young man opened the door, glanced at the doctors, and led them inside.

Qin Hao followed the doctors as they entered. The doctors thought Qin Hao was a member of the family, while the young man thought Qin Hao was a doctor, so no one asked any questions.

"Where is Old Sir Gu? Hurry, take us to him." The lead was a middle-aged doctor, just over forty, very composed, but at this moment, his expression was extremely solemn.

The young man led them into a room where an elderly man was lying on the bed, his complexion ashen, surrounded by people, with Gu Xueqi starkly among them.

At that moment, she was crying so hard that she looked nothing like the sharp and competent person she had been just half a day earlier.

"Everyone, step back, don't crowd around the patient."

Seeing the crowd around the patient, Zhu Hong became anxious, as the lack of air circulation could worsen the patient's condition.

Hearing his words, everyone quickly made way, now they dared not delay, all praying that the old man was alright, for if Old Sir Gu could not hold on, the Gu Family would be doomed.

Zhu Hong examined him and his expression turned grave.

"Doctor Zhu, how is my grandfather?" Gu Xueqi asked anxiously, looking at Zhu Hong.

"Old Sir Gu is gone." Zhu Hong's voice was somewhat hoarse; although he did not want to deliver this outcome, he could not hold back.

Boom.

Gu Xueqi felt her head spin, everything went dark before her eyes, and she nearly fainted.

Everyone else was stunned, no one had expected such a dire outcome.

"It's all my fault, if only I had gotten a doctor to check on grandfather sooner, this wouldn't have happened," said the young man, his eyes red with self-reproach.

The faces of the others were extremely pale, clearly unwilling to accept this outcome.

"Condolences and be strong."

Zhu Hong said solemnly, his tone heavy.

Everyone was immersed in their grief, the atmosphere oppressively somber.

"Who said he's dead? He can clearly still be saved."

A voice suddenly rang out in the room, immediately drawing everyone's attention.

Everyone looked at Qin Hao, puzzled, wondering who he was. They all saw the confusion in each other's eyes.

Facing everyone's gaze, Qin Hao was not at all uneasy; he calmly said, "Ordinary doctors indeed cannot save him, but I can."

Gu Xueqi, tears blurring her vision, had not even clearly seen Qin Hao's face, but upon hearing his words, she rushed over and grabbed his hand, asking excitedly, "Can you really save my grandfather?"

Qin Hao gave a wry smile, as Gu Xueqi gripped his hand very tightly, her nails almost digging into his flesh.

"Yes, Mr. Gu, but if you keep squeezing my hand like this, I'm afraid it's going to break, and then, even if I'm capable, I won't be able to save anyone."

Only then did Gu Xueqi realize her mistake, she quickly let go, apologizing, "I'm sorry, I was wrong, are you okay?"

Then, Gu Xueqi suddenly realized something was amiss, the person had called her Mr. Gu, and his voice sounded very familiar.

She carefully looked at Qin Hao, recognized him immediately, and couldn't help but exclaim, "It's you."

"Sister, who is he?" the young man couldn't help but ask.

"He is one of my students, Qin Hao, a freshman this year," of course, he was also Xia Mengchan's man, a thought Gu Xueqi kept to herself.

Student? The crowd suddenly showed disappointment, believing that Qin Hao was merely spouting nonsense.

However, Gu Xueqi didn't think so; Xia Mengchan's man couldn't possibly be simple. She stared at Qin Hao and asked seriously, "Can you really save my grandfather?"

"Absolutely, but if Mr. Gu delays any further, I can't guarantee anything," Qin Hao shrugged, he might not have helped if he didn't have a fondness for this Mr. Gu.

"Then please go ahead," Gu Xueqi urged, not daring to waste any more time.

The youth couldn't stand it anymore, allowing someone who wasn't a doctor to meddle with his grandfather who had already passed away felt utterly wrong.

Just as he was about to interfere, Gu Xueqi walked up to him and whispered something in his ear.

The youth's eyes widened; he was stunned as he looked at Qin Hao, who turned out to be the person from the legends.

At that moment, the youth and Gu Xueqi thought the same thing: Xia Mengchan's man couldn't possibly be ordinary. If he was taking action, there truly might be a chance for a cure.

Qin Hao walked over to the bedside, then suddenly stopped and looked at Zhu Hong, asking, "You don't mind, do you?"

This was not superfluous; Zhu Hong, as a doctor, had made a diagnosis, and Qin Hao was overturning his diagnosis, which was absolutely the greatest insult to a doctor.

Zhu Hong shook his head, saying earnestly, "Of course not, human life is paramount, and I hope you can bring Old Sir Gu back."

Zhu Hong was quite magnanimous; although he trusted his own judgment, he also hoped for a miracle. His medical ethics dictated that human life was the most important, all else was secondary.

Qin Hao gave Zhu Hong a thumbs up, then his expression turned serious. Under everyone's anticipatory gaze, Qin Hao placed his hand on the old man's chest.

With each movement of Qin Hao's hand, stroke after stroke, strands of True Qi entered Old Sir Gu's body, reviving his heart.

This was a delicate task, not just anyone could achieve it. Even those who possessed True Qi would find such precise manipulation extremely challenging like Qin Hao.

Everyone watched Qin Hao's hand, somewhat perplexed.

Only Zhu Hong had some understanding; Old Sir Gu must have died from a myocardial infarction, and Qin Hao was tapping right over the heart.

But if such tapping was effective, then myocardial infarction wouldn't be such a feared condition, plus Zhu Hong believed the old man was already gone.

However, he remained composed, focusing on Qin Hao's actions.

A minute passed, and something astonishing happened—Old Sir Gu's complexion slowly turned rosy, his chest began to rise and fall slightly, and he miraculously started breathing again.

He was revived, which made everyone break into a look of ecstasy.

Zhu Hong was dumbfounded; a person he had declared dead had been brought back to life, astonishing him greatly.

"What method did you use?" Zhu Hong asked in shock, his gaze fixed intently on Qin Hao.

"The Blood Flowing Technique, it's that simple," Qin Hao said offhandedly.

"Can you teach me?" Zhu Hong asked eagerly.

Qin Hao sized up Zhu Hong, then shook his head and said, "You lack the talent, and you would never be able to learn it in your lifetime."

Zhu Hong: "..."

He had been practicing medicine for many years, renowned as a national expert with great talent in medical practice, but it was the first time he was told by someone, especially a man in his early twenties, that he lacked the aptitude, which was both sorrowful and frustrating for him.