When Mr. Sun’s relatives received the critical condition notice, several of them fainted on the spot, while those who managed to stay conscious were busy preparing for Mr. Sun’s funeral arrangements.

Dr. Guo removed his rubber gloves, his eyes flickering as he walked through the crowd of Mr. Sun’s relatives and stopped in front of Shen Xingkong.

“Shen Xingkong, I... I want to talk to you.”

“Huh? About what?” Shen Xingkong didn’t understand the “secrets” of the hospital; he just felt that with the patient on the brink of death, what could he possibly help with?

“Come over here...” Dr. Guo motioned with his eyes, signaling for Shen Xingkong to follow him.

Not knowing what Dr. Guo was up to, Shen Xingkong got up and followed him to a secluded spot near the restroom.

Dr. Guo sighed deeply, his expression complex. “Shen Xingkong, you saw what happened in the ward just now. I didn’t mean to cause this.”

“Yes, you didn’t do it on purpose,” Shen Xingkong nodded, because that was indeed the truth.

“No, what I mean is... I didn’t do anything. Mr. Sun... he accidentally fell on his own...” Dr. Guo began to sweat.

“Hmm... right, he did fall on his own...” Shen Xingkong thought for a moment and then nodded again. Mr. Sun had indeed fainted and collapsed on his own in the ward.

“I’m relieved to hear you say that.” Dr. Guo let out a long breath and wiped the sweat from his forehead.

“But...” Shen Xingkong suddenly dragged out the word, shrugging his shoulders, “It was you, Dr. Guo, who first tried to stop Mr. Sun from leaving the hospital, and then you reached out to grab him, which made him angry and caused him to fall. If I’m not mistaken, Mr. Sun has a brain blood clot, correct?”

Dr. Guo’s face froze at Shen Xingkong’s words. If Shen Xingkong were to testify to that, Dr. Guo would be finished for sure.

“Shen Xingkong, I can provide you with an internship certification, helping you quickly obtain your medical license. At the same time, I hope you can be sensible and not act foolishly.” Dr. Guo’s face, which already appeared somewhat sinister, now looked even more so.

“Heh!” Shen Xingkong chuckled, looking at Dr. Guo with pity. “I’m a student at the medical college. On my first day, the teachers taught me that the most important thing for a doctor is medical ethics. A doctor without ethics is nothing more than an executioner in a white coat. I may not have much ambition, but I certainly don’t want to be a shameless executioner.”

“What did you just say?” Dr. Guo was furious, glaring at Shen Xingkong.

“Heh, you should save your energy and think about how you’re going to explain this to the hospital!” Shen Xingkong’s smile turned into a mocking sneer. He left Dr. Guo standing there and walked back towards the emergency room.

By this time, Mr. Sun had been wheeled out of the emergency room by a few nurses. His face was pale, and he lay quietly on the mobile bed. Although his heart was still beating, it was incredibly weak, barely enough to keep a faint color in his lips, but his brain had essentially ceased functioning.

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Mr. Sun’s relatives surrounded the mobile bed, looking sorrowfully at their loved one, realizing that they were about to be separated from him forever.

“No, it was the doctors in this hospital who killed my uncle. We have to sue them!” Suddenly, a man in his thirties shouted angrily.

“Yes, let’s sue this lousy hospital!” The other relatives echoed, channeling their grief into anger, ready to take the hospital to court.

“Wait!”

Just as Mr. Sun’s relatives were preparing to head to the courthouse, Shen Xingkong squeezed through the crowd and stood beside Mr. Sun’s bed.

“Who here is in charge?” Shen Xingkong glanced around at the people, his expression calm.

“And who are you?” The man in his thirties, who was Mr. Sun’s nephew, asked angrily.

“Right now, you’d better not waste any time, or you’ll really have to prepare for Mr. Sun’s funeral. I’ll ask again, who among you can make decisions?” Shen Xingkong didn’t even bother to look at Mr. Sun’s nephew because he knew the nephew wouldn’t be able to make decisions for his uncle.

Mr. Sun’s relatives exchanged puzzled glances until a young man about Shen Xingkong’s age stepped forward. Despite his youth, he appeared strong and resilient, not like his mother, who had already fainted from crying or others who were completely at a loss.

“He’s my father, so I can make decisions...”

“Alright, let’s make a deal. If I can wake up your father, you all agree not to file any complaints against this hospital. Deal or no deal?” Shen Xingkong spoke quickly, trying to save as much time as possible because he wasn’t sure himself if what he was about to do would work. If he wasted too much time, all hope would be lost.

“What? You can wake up my father...” The young man was stunned.

“Hurry up and answer me. Yes or no?” Shen Xingkong noticed that Mr. Sun’s lips were growing paler, and he couldn’t help but raise his voice, his expression becoming serious.

“Yes, yes, yes...” The young man didn’t have time to think it through. Any chance to save his father was a chance he couldn’t afford to miss.

“Alright, my friend. I believe in you, and I hope you don’t disappoint me.”

Shen Xingkong nodded, then forcefully pushed the bed back into the emergency room. Once inside, he poked his head out the door and told Mr. Sun’s son, “I’m going to perform emergency treatment inside. No one is allowed to disturb me. If anyone bothers me, it’s as good as murdering your father. You know what to do.”

After saying that, Shen Xingkong pulled his head back inside the emergency room and tightly closed the door. He didn’t want anyone to discover his abilities.

Mr. Sun’s son proved to be reliable. He stood firmly in front of the emergency room door, eyes wide open, ready to fight anyone who dared to approach.

Inside the emergency room, Shen Xingkong took out the sheepskin needle kit and pulled out the golden bee-tail needle. If this had happened just a day earlier, he might not have had a solution, but after last night’s exercise to strengthen his heart and brain blood vessels, he now understood the mysteries of the Hand Shaoyin Heart Meridian and knew the exact location of the Shenmen point.

He first leaned down and pressed his ear against Mr. Sun’s chest, confirming that the heart was indeed still beating, though so weakly that it was barely perceptible. Without further hesitation, Shen Xingkong sterilized the golden needle and then took out two regular short fine needles, commonly used for ear acupuncture, and inserted them into the adrenal gland points on Mr. Sun’s earlobes.

After removing the golden needle from the flame of the alcohol lamp, he let it cool slightly, then grasped Mr. Sun’s wrist with his left hand, and without a second thought, inserted the needle into the Shenmen point on the edge of Mr. Sun’s wrist.

Shen Xingkong was determined to race against death and pull Mr. Sun back from the brink. This was no joke—today was his first day interning at the hospital, and if such a tragic incident occurred, it would be extremely unlucky. He would become the “jinx” of the hospital. If something happened, Shen Xingkong would gain nothing but trouble.

Moreover, he had been present when Mr. Sun had argued with Dr. Guo, so he bore some responsibility. However, Dr. Guo’s earlier attempt to make him give false testimony had seriously violated Shen Xingkong’s principles. A person might need to be cunning to survive, but one should never betray their conscience or treat life as something worthless.