"Huh?" Shen Xingkong quickly turned his head, seeing Professor Shi standing behind him with a kindly smile.

"Professor, his blood clot is blocking the cerebral blood vessel, and it has caused a cerebral hemorrhage. If I forcibly clear the clot, I’m afraid..." Shen Xingkong didn’t have time to be surprised; he urgently sought advice from the authoritative professor.

Upon hearing this, Professor Shi's expression became serious. After a brief moment of thought, he said, "It’s indeed tricky... Unless you can gather the blood in his brain in one place and then release it, otherwise..." Professor Shi was a miracle doctor, but he wasn’t a deity; even he was at a loss in this situation.

"I’ll give it a try!" Professor Shi's words snapped Shen Xingkong out of his confusion. Every time he was with Professor Shi, he learned something valuable.

Without further hesitation, Shen Xingkong returned to his world of the seventh sense, temporarily ignoring the blood clot. He directed the warm energy to surround Mr. Sun's entire brain, trying to control the hemorrhage.

It worked—wherever the warmth reached, the hemorrhaging seemed to hit an invisible wall and would immediately stop, redirecting the blood flow elsewhere. Shen Xingkong was overjoyed and carefully guided the warm energy to encircle the hemorrhage area, then began moving the accumulated blood toward Mr. Sun's left temple.

The emergency room was silent, the atmosphere heavy with tension. Shen Xingkong and Professor Shi were both focused on Mr. Sun.

"Professor Shi, quick, release the blood from his left temple," Shen Xingkong suddenly called out urgently. His right hand was channeling the warm energy, and he couldn’t multitask.

Despite his age, Professor Shi’s hands were incredibly dexterous. He swiftly grabbed the three-edged needle from Shen Xingkong’s kit—also known as a bloodletting needle in traditional Chinese medicine—and sterilized it over the flame of the alcohol lamp. With a swift motion, he punctured the left temple of Mr. Sun.

"Szz..." In an instant, both Professor Shi and Shen Xingkong heard the sound of blood spurting out from Mr. Sun’s temple, as if fireworks were being set off, or like a fountain, with the pungent blood shooting out, splattering all over Shen Xingkong.

“You better hurry…” Seeing this, Professor Shi reminded Shen Xingkong sternly, “Though I don’t know how you’re doing it, you must be quick—there’s not much blood left in the body.”

“I know!” Shen Xingkong remained extraordinarily calm. With the hemorrhage now having an outlet, he didn’t need to hold back. In his world of the seventh sense, he redirected the warm energy back to the site of the blood clot in Mr. Sun’s brain.

He didn’t rush to break through the clot immediately but instead gathered a large amount of warm energy at the site. He felt his own back heating up as if boiling, and the scorching energy surged out like a geyser, gathering at the blood clot like a pack of tigers ready to strike. The barrier holding back the warm energy was not the blood clot itself, but Shen Xingkong’s own consciousness.

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Once Shen Xingkong felt that the warm energy had accumulated sufficiently, the scene brought back by the seventh sense showed that the energy had formed into a mass in front of the clot. The previously pink mist had turned into a deep red liquid, ready to follow Shen Xingkong’s final command.

Shen Xingkong didn’t wait any longer. The veins on his forehead bulged as he suddenly shouted.

"Break!"

With Shen Xingkong’s shout, Mr. Sun’s left temple "exploded." The blood that had been spurting out now erupted like dynamite, with at least 300cc of blood gushing out in an instant, drenching Shen Xingkong from head to toe. Breaking through the clot had caused a massive hemorrhage in the cerebral blood vessels, something Shen Xingkong had anticipated.

Despite his decades of medical practice, this was the first time Professor Shi had seen such a scene, and he couldn’t help but hold his breath.

Shen Xingkong wiped the blood off his face, swiftly withdrew the golden needle, and without a word, dashed to the side to grab the electrode pads for the brain wave monitor, attaching them to Mr. Sun’s head.

“Beep… beep beep… beep…”

Heaven had mercy—a miracle had occurred. The brain waves that had disappeared were now showing up on the monitor’s display, though the signals were weak.

“Quick, Professor Shi, he needs brain surgery to stop the bleeding—he’s alive… he’s alive…” Shen Xingkong was ecstatic, gripping Professor Shi’s hand and urging immediate intervention by Western medical surgery.

“Alright, I’ll arrange it right away.” Professor Shi, too amazed to waste time, took Shen Xingkong and ran out of the emergency room.

Shen Xingkong could never have expected that at this moment, the area outside the emergency room would be crowded with people—not only Mr. Sun’s relatives but also many doctors, nurses, and others concerned about the ongoing emergency.

Seeing Shen Xingkong and Professor Shi emerge, everyone looked more anxious than them, staring with wide eyes, waiting for the results.

“Dr. Guo, take your team and perform the brain surgery on Mr. Sun immediately. It must be quick,” Professor Shi ordered Dr. Guo, who stood not far ahead.

Without uttering a word, Dr. Guo rushed into the emergency room, followed by several nurses. The door to the emergency room closed once again.

Mr. Sun’s son, as if waking from a dream, grabbed Shen Xingkong, who was leaning against the emergency room door, his face contorted with tension, “My… my dad… how is he… doc, doctor…”

“Wait…” Shen Xingkong, pale-faced, managed to utter a single word.

“Shen Xingkong, are you alright?” Professor Shi noticed something off about Shen Xingkong and frowned in concern.

“I… I’m fine.” Shen Xingkong stiffly shook his head, his eyes flashing with determination.

In fact, since leaving the emergency room, Shen Xingkong had been experiencing waves of dizziness and intense nausea, feeling terribly unwell, like motion sickness. He realized that his supernatural ability had its limits, and he might have overexerted it in the effort to break through Mr. Sun’s blood clot.

Brain surgery to stop bleeding is a major procedure, and from noon until the afternoon, everyone outside the emergency room was on edge. Shen Xingkong sat on a bench in the hallway, still dizzy and nauseous, just wanting to find a place to sleep. But he wasn’t willing to leave without knowing the final outcome for Mr. Sun.

As dusk approached, the light above the emergency room door suddenly went out. Dr. Guo, drenched in sweat and looking pale, emerged from the room after a grueling five or six-hour operation.

“Congratulations… Mr. Sun… is no longer in any danger.” Dr. Guo swallowed, struggling to get the words out to Mr. Sun’s relieved relatives.

“Oh, my dad is okay… hahaha!”

“Oh…”

In an instant, the area outside the emergency room turned into a sea of joy as Mr. Sun’s relatives hugged each other, tears of relief streaming down their faces. Many onlookers couldn’t help but clap their hands in applause, moved by the preciousness and wonder of life. But Shen Xingkong had collapsed onto the bench, closing his eyes and slipping into unconsciousness.