Chapter 142 The Great Emperor Joins the Emergency Department! Even if the King of Hell wants someone dead at midnight, dare I spare them for eternal life?
"Ding! Detected that host Ye Feng has completed the 'Celestial Express' experience. Current mortal karma: Under complete control!" "During the delivery process, the host discovered that the lifespans of beings in the myriad realms are too short and their deaths too ugly, severely impacting the host's appreciation of the aesthetics of life." "Random mortal identity activated: Emergency Department Intern at Shanghai First People's Hospital. Note: 99.99999999999% of the host's cultivation has been sealed. Current identity is an 'ordinary' intern doctor who gets scolded every day." "Current mission: Medical Dao to Divine Power, Control of Life and Death. Host, do you wish to activate: Primordial Medical Canon Mode, to let those self-proclaimed Yama, the Grim Reaper, who think they control reincarnation, understand that in my ward, even the Grim Reaper has to register first?"
It's 2 a.m. in Shanghai.
Emergency room at the First People's Hospital of the city.
This is the closest place to hell. The pungent smell of disinfectant, the rapid creaking of stretcher wheels, and the heart-wrenching cries of family members intertwine to create a somber symphony. The pale incandescent light shines starkly onto the tiled floor, every corner revealing the struggle for life.
Ye Feng was wearing a slightly oversized white coat, with a stethoscope around his neck and a thick stack of ward round records in his hand.
Who would have thought that this "workplace newbie," who was severely reprimanded by her attending physician for being a little slow, had all the gods lining up to sign for her package just a few hours earlier?
"Ye Feng! What are you standing there for? The patient in bed number 3 is bleeding heavily and his heart has stopped. Quickly, get the defibrillator!"
"Wang Dahai, an associate chief physician with gray hair and a stern face, roared. He was a well-known "powder keg" in the emergency department and couldn't stand young people like Ye Feng who always seemed so relaxed."
Ye Feng lifted his eyelids and glanced at Wang Dahai indifferently.
Deep within those eyes, a fleeting glint of cold light, enough to freeze the cycle of reincarnation, vanished in an instant.
"Director Wang, the defibrillator can't save him. His heart hasn't stopped, his soul has wandered off." Ye Feng casually stuffed the stethoscope into his pocket, his tone calm and collected.
"What nonsense are you talking about? This is science! This is medicine! A soul? Do you think you're in a movie?" Wang Dahai was so angry his face turned green. "Get back to work, or you're fired tomorrow!"
Ye Feng ignored his roar and walked straight to the patient who had already been declared dead.
It was a middle-aged man, his face bluish-purple, and he was not breathing. But under Ye Feng's "double pupils," he could clearly see two faint, dark chains locked around the man's neck.
Two phantom figures dressed in black robes and holding mourning sticks stood on either side of the hospital bed, preparing to forcibly drag away the living soul.
They are the soul-reaping messengers of the underworld, the Black and White Impermanence.
"Old Hei, now that we've finished this job, can we go to the old streets of Shanghai for a good drink?" "Hehe, of course! This soul has plenty of yang energy; it can be exchanged for a lot of ghost money."
As the two envoys were muttering to themselves, they suddenly felt a chilling gaze fall upon them.
"Gentlemen, this man is on my protection. If you know what's good for you, get lost."
Ye Feng's voice was extremely faint, yet it was like a thunderclap from the heavens, exploding directly within the primordial spirit of the Black and White Impermanence!
"Who?! Who dares to interfere with the work of the underworld?"
The two messengers looked up abruptly, only to see the young man in the white coat staring at them with a mocking expression. Behind him, a terrifying Dharma image, spanning the heavens and treading on galaxies, vaguely appeared!
"Great...great...emperor?!"
The Black and White Impermanence were so frightened that their souls nearly left their bodies, and the mourning staff in their hands fell to the ground with a thud.
As mid-level officials in the underworld, they had the privilege of seeing the Supreme Being's back at the Grand Ceremony of Myriad Realms.
Although Ye Feng had completely concealed his aura, the class suppression emanating from the depths of their souls almost made these two dead men die again.
"Your Majesty, spare us! This...this wretch didn't know this was your territory! We'll leave right now! We'll leave right now!"
"Wait a minute." Ye Feng lightly tapped his finger in the air. "Since you're here, leave something behind. Extending this person's lifespan by fifty years, is that alright?"
"No problem! Absolutely no problem! I'll go back and change the Book of Life and Death right away. Not to mention fifty years, even a hundred years is fine!" White Impermanence nodded and bowed, hurriedly retracting the chains, pulling Black Impermanence into the void in an instant, running faster than a rabbit.
At this moment, in the real world...
"Stop! Don't turn on the electrodes! The patient has already developed rigor mortis, let's pronounce the time of death." Wang Dahai dejectedly put down the electrode pads and shook his head.
However.
Ye Feng stepped forward and took out an ordinary-looking medical silver needle from the pocket of his white coat.
"Lividity? You must be seeing things."
Ye Feng flicked his wrist, and the silver needle precisely pierced the patient's chest at the Tanzhong acupoint.
"The Nine Primordial Needles, First Needle: Reviving the Dead!"
Buzz—!
A dark golden light instantly flowed into the patient's body along the needle tip.
The next second.
Beep—Beep—Beep—!
The flat green line on the electrocardiogram monitor suddenly started beating wildly! The previously cold corpse miraculously regained its rosy color, and even its previously weak breathing became strong and powerful.
"Holy crap! He's alive? He really is alive!" "How is this possible? The ECG was clearly a flat line just now!" "Ye Feng... what happened with that injection you gave him just now?"
The nurses and doctors around him were all dumbfounded, staring at Ye Feng as if he were an alien.
Wang Dahai rubbed his eyes, his face full of disbelief: "This...this is unscientific! This is simply a medical miracle!"
Ye Feng calmly withdrew the silver needles and patted the wrinkles on his white coat.
"There are many things that science can't explain, Director Wang. Stop yelling so much, it's bad for your blood vessels."
Before everyone could recover from their shock, a thunderous engine roar came from outside the emergency room.
Dozens of luxury cars with black license plates drove straight to the hospital entrance. A group of burly men in black suits, exuding a deep aura, escorted an elderly man with a frail face but an imposing presence as he stormed in.
"Doctor! Please save my granddaughter! I'll give a hundred million to whoever can save her! No, I'll give him half of Shanghai!"
The old man roared like a madman. This man was none other than Lin Zhentian, the patriarch of the Lin family, a reclusive family in Shanghai. On the stretcher, a pale-faced girl, whose spiritual energy was beginning to emanate from her body, was on the verge of death.
The girl's name is Lin Yue'er. She has awakened the rare "Nine Yin Cold Meridian". At this moment, the cold energy is backfiring, and even the surrounding air is frozen into ice shards.
Wang Dahai leaned closer for a look, and cold sweat instantly poured down his back.
"This...this is an awakening backlash? I'm sorry, Elder Lin, our hospital's equipment is simply not capable of handling this kind of injury at the extraordinary level. We can only wait for the Dragon Group's experts to arrive..."
"Wait for the experts? By the time they arrive, my granddaughter will be dead!" Lin Zhentian roared in despair.
Just then, Ye Feng, who was standing to the side, pushed up his glasses and spoke casually.
"Old man Lin, stop making a fuss. I can treat your granddaughter's illness, but the consultation fee is a bit expensive."
"You?" Lin Zhentian looked at the young intern, his brows furrowed. "Young man, this is no place for jokes. If you can't cure him, I'll make sure you don't see the sun rise tomorrow!"
"If you can't cure it, I'll give you this First Hospital."
Ye Feng sneered and walked straight towards Lin Yue'er.
He reached out and violently grabbed Lin Yue'er's chest, which was almost capable of freezing one's soul.
"How dare you! What do you think you're doing?" The Lin family's bodyguards were about to step forward.
"All of you, stay right there and don't move!"
A loud shout rang out.
A burly man in a security guard uniform with a "Emergency Room Security Director" sign hanging on his chest stood like an iron tower in front of the crowd.
It was Huyan Li.
He somehow got a white lab coat and put it over his security guard uniform, making him look both comical and fierce.
"Hehe, when my brother is seeing a doctor, if anyone dares to take a step forward, I'll tear their bones off and burn them for firewood!" Hu Yanli released a slight amount of his "God of War" level aura, and the air in the entire corridor seemed to freeze. Dozens of superhuman bodyguards were forced to kneel on the ground, unable to move.
In the field.
Ye Feng placed his palm on Lin Yue'er's chest, and from his palm, a warm and moist "Original Yang Source" slowly emanated.
"A mere cold pulse dares to cause trouble?"
Ye Feng's eyes turned cold.
"Scatter!"
boom--!
A visible red light instantly swept over Lin Yue'er's entire body. The Nine Yin Cold Qi that had been entrenched deep within her meridians, upon sensing this power, seemed to encounter its natural enemy, emitting a mournful cry, and was then forcibly refined into the purest spiritual energy.
Lin Yue'er's originally pale face regained its rosy color at an astonishing speed, and her originally weak aura surged instantly. Under the propulsion of that terrifying spiritual power, she actually broke through two minor realms on the spot!
"This...this is a miracle!" Lin Zhentian was so excited that tears streamed down his face. "My incurable disease, which I had sought out countless famous doctors to no avail, was actually cured by this little miracle doctor with a mere flick of his wrist?"
Ye Feng withdrew his hand and casually flicked Lin Yue'er's fair forehead.
"Alright, stop pretending to be asleep. If you keep sleeping, all your cultivation will burst your belly."
Lin Yue'er's long eyelashes trembled, and she suddenly opened her eyes, her beautiful eyes filled with shock and admiration.
"Thank you... thank you so much for saving my life, senior!"
Ye Feng ignored the little girl's gratitude and turned to look at Lin Zhentian.
"Old man, write down the consultation fee. My courier company happens to need a cold storage facility. The ice cellar in your house in the South District is mine."
"It's all yours! It's all yours!" Lin Zhentian nodded hurriedly. This wasn't a doctor, this was an ancestor!
For the next two weeks, Shanghai's No. 1 Hospital became a hot topic.
To be precise, it was Ye Feng, an intern in the emergency department, who became famous.
Even severe injuries requiring limb regeneration can be healed with a little red medicine; even a death trap where the soul is about to be scattered can be brought back by a single strike of his ruler; there was even an old man with cancer who, when Ye Feng made his rounds, was glared at by him and, upon regaining his senses, discovered that his cancer cells had actually shrunk and disappeared from the pressure of that glare.
Famous doctors from all over the world, holy maidens of religious sects, and even ancient monsters who have lived for thousands of years all disguised themselves as patients, just to get a prescription from Ye Feng.
"Director Ye, please take a look at me, I have this chronic rheumatism..." A powerful sect elder, renowned far and wide, was pitifully waiting in line.
"Get in line! Didn't you see the 'Emergency Priority' sign?" Ye Feng didn't even look up, playing a mobile game in his hand. "Next, you, the saintess pretending to be pregnant, come here. I've never seen anyone carrying 'Light God's Power' in their belly before!"
Just as Ye Feng's reputation as a "miracle doctor" resounded both at home and abroad.
On the top floor of the hospital, the air trembled slightly.
Three stunningly beautiful figures descended.
Ning Rongrong was dressed in a nurse's uniform, her stockings outlining her perfect curves; Su Jiu'er was in a white coat, wearing gold-rimmed glasses, looking exactly like a beautiful hospital director; Xiao Wu was carrying a thermos box, smiling at Ye Feng.
"Dr. Ye, are you busy?" Ning Rongrong walked behind Ye Feng and massaged his shoulders, her tone gentle yet tinged with danger. "I heard you just gave a 'personal' examination of a wealthy young lady?"
"Ahem! That's a medical procedure! It's sacred!" Ye Feng said righteously.
"Really? Then Your Majesty, could you check me out too?" Su Jiu'er leaned closer, her breath sweet as orchids in his ear. "I've been feeling my heart racing lately. Could it be that I've fallen under your 'bewitching spell'?"
"Stop fooling around, this is a hospital, be serious." Ye Feng's face was burning.
"Serious? Sure." Xiao Wu opened the insulated box. "This is a 'kidney-tonifying and aphrodisiac soup' that we made ourselves. Dr. Ye, you've been treating so many 'patients' lately, you must be very tired. Drink it while it's hot."
Ye Feng stared at the bowl of soup that shimmered with an eerie purple light, cold sweat trickling down his spine.
He knew that this soup definitely contained some kind of "special ingredient" that could make even the most powerful man feel weak in the knees and back.
"Um... my dear wives, I suddenly remembered there's a patient in the operating room waiting for me to perform a craniotomy..."
"Ye! Feng!"
Three sharp shouts, powerful enough to shatter dimensions, instantly shook the entire hospital building three times.
Under the horrified gazes of countless patients and renowned doctors.
Dr. Ye, who held the power of life and death and whose presence even Death himself avoided, once again transformed into a tragic streak of light, chased by the three goddesses, flying directly from the hospital rooftop into outer space.
I am Ye Feng. I can decide the fate of a patient with a single needle, and I can decide life and death with a single stroke of the pen. In this emergency room, even if you are the devil of hell, you still have to consider my mood. But the hardest thing for me to cure in this life is the 'screaming' of my three family members!
Amidst the brilliant starry sky and the clamor of the emergency room, the Emperor's legendary medical skills have written the most exhilarating and outrageous chapter in this universe!
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