Chapter 4 He Is Alive!

Inside the operating room, a group of doctors surrounded the bed, their expressions grim. On the operating table lay Jeremy, his body lifeless. As Liam entered, everyone lowered their heads. An elderly doctor with an ashen face stepped forward and said, "Mr. Quinn, I'm sorry. We did everything we could. Mr. Hugh has passed." The speaker was Clement Kurt, a leading figure in Hendreville's medical field and a recognized authority in medicine. Clement's words hit like a bolt of lightning on a clear day. Liam's face turned pale. We're still too late... "Ha! How ridiculous. All this effort, and in the end, you couldn't save him. Pathetic!" Anatoly, who had followed them in, laughed even more smugly. Thud! Before Anatoly could finish laughing, a kick sent him flying to the ground. "Get lost! Hendreville isn't a place for Japvonians to run wild." Ethan retracted his foot, his voice icy. Then, turning to Liam, he said, "Mr. Quinn, let me try. Maybe it's not too late." Ethan's words were like thunder in the silence, leaving everyone stunned. Mr. Hugh is already gone, and this kid claims he can bring him back? "You're saying you can save Mr. Hugh?" Clement scrutinized Ethan, skepticism evident in his tone. As a distinguished medical authority, Clement had employed every conceivable technique, yet he had failed to save Jeremy. Now, Ethan was boldly claiming he could bring him back, a notion Clement found utterly preposterous. "Yes, I'm sixty percent confident," Ethan replied, glancing at Jeremy on the table. "Nonsense!" Clement shook his head. "Mr. Hugh has already passed. It's impossible to bring him back. Young man, you can't spout baseless claims. I can't allow you to mess with Mr. Hugh's body." The doctors around Clement echoed his sentiment. Everyone was convinced that resurrection—such an extraordinary and miraculous feat—was entirely beyond the capabilities of someone as young as Ethan. Anatoly, having gotten up from the ground, burst into laughter again. "You're full of it. Resurrection? Who do you think you are?" Liam frowned, deliberating for a moment before making a decision. "Ethan, go ahead and try." Clement immediately protested, "Mr. Quinn, reconsider!" "Let him try. If anything happens, I'll take responsibility," Liam said firmly. Jeremy was already gone; the situation couldn't get any worse. Ethan nodded and moved toward the operating table, but Clement blocked him. "You claim you can save Mr. Hugh. What's your method?" "Acupuncture," Ethan replied. "That's impossible. Saving someone with acupuncture is absolutely impossible!" Clement declared. "If you think it's impossible, it just means your knowledge is limited, or your skills are lacking." With that, Ethan brushed past Clement and turned to the nurse. "Bring me some needles." Clement's face flushed with indignation at Ethan's remark. "How dare you challenge my expertise? Well, let's see if you have the skill to substantiate your bold claims." As one of Hendreville's foremost medical experts, being dismissed as incompetent by a young man was a severe blow to Clement's pride. This kid is insufferably arrogant! Ethan approached the operating table with an air of calm determination, placing two fingers on Jeremy's wrist to check for a pulse. Clement scoffed audibly. The man has no heartbeat, what's the point of checking his pulse? The other doctors exchanged skeptical glances, dismissing Ethan's actions as pointless. "If you can't save him, stop wasting time. Let Mr. Hugh pass in peace," one muttered. "Exactly, show some respect for the deceased," another added. Ethan didn't respond. Retracting his hand, he took a set of needles from the nurse, selecting a few with practiced precision. Without hesitation, he inserted them into the philtrum acupoint, radial artery acupoint, and large intestine acupoint. As the ninth needle found its place, beads of sweat glistened on Ethan's brow. A low, resonant hum filled the room. "Look! The needles are moving," a sharp-eyed nurse exclaimed, her voice breaking the tense silence. Everyone's gaze snapped to Jeremy's body, where the needles quivered rhythmically, emitting a soft but steady hum. Clement's expression shifted from skepticism to astonishment. The technique Ethan was using seemed vaguely familiar, as though he had once read about it in an obscure medical text but never imagined seeing it in practice. However, Anatoly sneered. He was confident that Ethan's attempt was doomed to fail; after all, during his earlier treatment, he had deliberately disrupted one of Jeremy's critical meridians. Just then, Ethan's steady demeanor faltered. His brows furrowed, signaling that he had encountered an obstacle. Undeterred, he picked up several more needles and, with precise movements, inserted them into the philtrum acupoint once again. A collective gasp echoed through the room. Double-needle insertion! In their understanding, acupuncture was always one needle per acupoint. Ethan's use of multiple needles in a single point was unheard of. Could this even work? "Cough… cough…" Beep! Beep! Beep! The silence shattered as Jeremy's raspy cough was followed by the rhythmic beeping of the medical monitor. "He's breathing!" "He's alive!" "He truly is a divine doctor!" The nurses stood frozen, their wide-eyed disbelief painted across their faces as if they had just witnessed the impossible. Clement staggered back, his jaw agape. He couldn't believe what he was witnessing. "It's done. Administer nutritional fluids to stabilize him and follow the prescription I'll prepare. He'll make a full recovery in a month."