Chapter 155: A Leaky Little Cotton Jacket

"Any problems?"
Chu Fei looked at President Pang.
Given that look, Jiang Yunqi had no doubt whatsoever.
If President Pang dared to answer that there was a problem, Chu Fei would give him a fierce slap right on the spot!
"N-no, no problems."
President Pang released Chu Fei's hand and said respectfully, "Please, go ahead..."
With that, he actually stepped aside.
He no longer tried to obstruct Chu Fei's treatment.
The group of medical staff were utterly bewildered. In their impression, a rigid and conservative man like President Pang would never let a non-doctor meddle around like this!
"President, what is going on here?"
Hou Jian frowned and said, "Why aren't you stopping him?!"
"What the hell do you know? This is spiritual energy surgery!" President Pang looked at Chu Fei with an excited gaze.
Virtually everyone present was not a martial artist.
They had no idea what spiritual energy even was, let alone how profound Chu Fei's technique truly was.
A medical staff member couldn't help but ask, "President, what is spiritual energy surgery? I have practiced medicine for so many years, and I've never heard of it!"
The others also looked at President Pang with blank expressions.
They wanted to know what this so-called spiritual energy surgery actually was.
However, judging by President Pang's expression, this thing seemed immensely impressive!
"Of course you haven't heard of it, because this technique currently exists only as a theoretical concept in academic papers. To this day, no one has ever succeeded in a clinical trial!"
Suppressing his inner excitement, President Pang began to explain to the crowd.
A martial artist's spiritual energy could not only kill people.
It could also be used to heal one's own injuries, with the degree of treatment depending on the strength of one's cultivation realm.
More than a decade ago, someone proposed the concept of spiritual energy surgery.
Using spiritual energy transformed into an invisible blade to enter a patient's body and perform surgery, thereby allowing complex operations to be completed without making a single incision.
It sounded simple, but it was extremely difficult to execute in practice.
First, the practitioner must possess rich clinical experience and exceptional medical skills.
Second, the practitioner must be a martial artist capable of freely manipulating spiritual energy.
Finally, there was the combination of the two; the first two requirements alone screened out countless people, not to mention that the concentration and focus required for spiritual energy surgery were literally at a hellish level.
That was why no one had ever succeeded.
Even President Pang himself had spent his entire life studying this, yet he couldn't even manage the first step of getting spiritual energy into a patient's body.
Yet Chu Fei was able to use it with complete familiarity. The crucial point was that he was still so young. If he were willing to join the Medical Association, it would be an absolute godsend for the entire medical field!
After hearing President Pang's explanation.
Everyone wore a look of profound shock.
They had never heard of such surgery before.
Yet, simply from President Pang's description, they could tell how incredible this surgery was—it could even be said to completely subvert their cognition!
"Is this brat really that amazing?"
"President, are you blowing smoke?"
"If he's so incredible, why is there zero record of him in the medical community!"
The group of doctors recovered from their shock.
Their first reaction was skepticism, for people naturally preferred to believe only what they wanted to believe.
Given Chu Fei's age, how could someone so young be terrifyingly powerful?
Then.
They watched as Chu Fei used his other hand to pull out his phone and start scrolling through short videos.
The process of the surgery was somewhat boring and time-consuming, after all, so he naturally needed to kill some time.
Seeing his lazy appearance,
Hou Jian sneered and said, "He's still playing on his phone at a time like this. Completely unprofessional! President, I think your judgment has failed you!"
"What the fuck do you know?!"
Overly excited, President Pang directly cursed out loud, "The man is handling this with absolute ease, alright?!"
"And stop talking nonsense! That rotten mess of yours—I will definitely deal with you severely!"
Hou Jian immediately lost the courage to talk back.
He could tell that if Chu Fei was truly capable of this spiritual energy surgery,
President Pang would undoubtedly punish him severely in order to curry favor with Chu Fei.
Thus, his only hope now was for Chu Fei to fail, so he could shift all the blame onto him and completely absolve himself!
But his hope was dashed.
Jiang Guoxing, who had previously been unconscious, slowly opened his eyes under the treatment.
A sound even escaped his lips: "Ah..."
Everyone in the ward shuddered at the noise.
Was this the sign of him waking up?
Jiang Yunqi and Dai Qin immediately swarmed forward.
"Darling, are you awake? How do you feel?"
"Dad, it's me, Qiqi! Do you still remember me?"
Meanwhile, Jiang Guoxing, lying pale on the hospital bed like a sheet of paper, was struggling to lift his right hand.
His somewhat chapped lips kept opening and closing, as if he wanted to say something.
"Dad, what's wrong?"
Jiang Yunqi grabbed Jiang Guoxing's hand, which was suspended in mid-air, and leaned her ear close to him with reddened eyes.
"Are you trying to say you want some water, Dad?"
"Ah..."
Jiang Guoxing still only managed to utter a single syllable.
"Ah, you're too ugly?"
Chu Fei was also somewhat baffled about what on earth he was "ah-ing" about!
"Ah... crush... me... tube..."
Jiang Guoxing finally mustered his remaining strength to shout out.
"Crush what..."
Jiang Yunqi frowned at first, then realization dawned on her: "The tube?! I'm crushing your tube?!"
Dai Qin also looked down at where Jiang Yunqi was sitting.
Right beneath her sat Jiang Guoxing's oxygen tube.
She screamed in panic, "Qiqi, move away quickly! Otherwise, just as we finally got him back from the dead, you're going to finish your father off!"
Jiang Yunqi hurriedly scrambled up.
As a result, she forgot that she was still tightly clutching Jiang Guoxing's hand.
With a snap, she yanked Jiang Guoxing right off the hospital bed, causing his head to crash directly into the floor!
Jiang Yunqi: "..."
Dai Qin: "..."
Everyone: "..."
Only Chu Fei frowned and said, "Do you... harbor some deep grudge against your father? You should have said so earlier, and I wouldn't have saved him."
"Dad!"
Jiang Yunqi wanted to step forward to help Jiang Guoxing up.
Jiang Guoxing was so terrified that his expression instantly turned into a living meme of "Don't come near me."
Dai Qin beat her to it, propping Jiang Guoxing back up into a proper position, and lectured Jiang Yunqi righteously.
"You shouldn't go near your father for now; he can't withstand this kind of torment..."
Jiang Yunqi stood frozen on the spot in awkward embarrassment.
Chu Fei didn't forget to twist the knife in her ear: "Are you thinking to yourself, 'This old man is sure hard to kill'?"
Jiang Yunqi pinched Chu Fei's waist as a warning.
Chu Fei just grinned from ear to ear.
With the cerebral hemorrhage cleared and timely oxygen replenishment, Jiang Guoxing's complexion quickly returned to normal.
"He's genuinely fine. This guy actually cured the patient!"
"Holy crap, this is too insane. This is simply a medical miracle!"
"Honestly, with such a leaky little cotton-padded jacket, the fact that this gentleman has survived this long is a miracle in itself!"
The group of medical staff, with the exception of Hou Jian, were all completely convinced by Chu Fei's skill.
Hou Jian, however, looked utterly dejected, knowing that his future was completely finished.
President Pang was the most excited of all, rushing forward to grab Chu Fei's hand.
"Young man, are you interested in working at our hospital? I'll give you the highest benefits—no, you can even have my position as president!"
You must be joking.
If a talent like this could join their hospital,
wouldn't the hospital, and himself included, soar to new heights? Even if it meant offending the Tang family, President Pang was willing to pay the price!
The various relatives of the Jiang family looked at each other in dismay upon hearing this.
They knew that President Pang was the president of the Yuncheng Medical Association; such a big shot had actually thrown an olive branch to Chu Fei.
Could it be that the second branch of the family had really struck gold?!
"Qiqi, what on earth is the background of this boyfriend of yours?"
Jiang Xueming felt a pang of regret for his previous actions; had he known the guy was this formidable, he should have tried to suck up to him instead.
Jiang Yunqi said coldly, "This has nothing to do with you. My dad just woke up and needs to rest; I don't want to see any of you!"
"Oh, come on, why say that? We're all family!"
"That's right, we only rushed over because we were worried about Second Uncle!"
"Don't be mad, child. It was just a misunderstanding!"
The relatives began trying to patch things up.
They all wanted to smooth things over with Jiang Yunqi.
After all, who could guarantee that their family wouldn't have someone fall sick in the future? Having a relative who was a miracle doctor was equivalent to having an extra life!
"Get lost!"
Jiang Yunqi shouted harshly.
Left with no other choice, the group of repulsive relatives could only leave in regret and disgrace.
What else could they do? Stay behind to get beaten up?
Once those disgusting relatives had cleared out,
Chu Fei pulled his hand away from President Pang's tight grip with a look of mild distaste, and turned his gaze to Hou Jian.
President Pang instantly caught the hint: "Don't worry, little brother, my specialty is settling scores after the fact. Not only will I fire him, but I'll also send him to trial on charges of attempted murder!"
Hou Jian had thought losing his future career was bad enough.
Judging by President Pang's tone, however, the man intended to throw him in prison for the rest of his life just to please Chu Fei.
Terrified out of his wits, he dropped to his knees and begged for mercy repeatedly: "Little brother, it was the Tang family who forced me to do this! Every debt has its debtor, every grievance has its master—please just treat me like a fart and let me go!"