Chapter 49 Turning the Tide and Exposing the True Culminator Behind the Scenes

"Heart rate dropping! Blood pressure plummeting! Prepare adrenaline!"
"Get the defibrillator ready!"
The operating room descended into instant chaos.
The anesthesiologist and assistant doctors scrambled frantically to begin resuscitation.

In the observation room, Li Zhenguo abruptly stood up from his chair, pressing both hands hard against the glass, his resolute face turning pale with tension.
"What is going on?! Weren't the surgery's main phases a success?!"
"It's an acute complication! Most likely an anaphylactic shock triggered by the anesthesia!" the hospital director explained in a trembling voice.
Such occurrences were extremely rare, and once triggered, the mortality rate was nearly one hundred percent!

A trace of imperceptible glee flashed through Sun Jianguo's eyes.
So what if your surgical technique is exceptional?
Heaven isn't on your side!
As long as the patient dies on the operating table, you, Chen Mo, will still have to take the blame!

However, just when everyone thought all hope was lost,
Chen Mo made a move that dropped everyone's jaws.
He didn't reach for the adrenaline, nor did he touch the defibrillator.
Instead, he merely cast a cold glance at the intravenous drip infusing the patient.

Relying on the newly acquired "Hawkeye" skill, he clearly saw a faint, extremely weak trace of light blue—almost indistinguishable to the naked eye—mixed into the transparent liquid.
"It's not an allergy."
Chen Mo's voice exploded like freezing ice within the chaotic operating room.
"It's poisoning. Someone tampered with the anesthetic."

What?!
Everyone was stunned.
The anesthesiologist's face altered drastically, and he immediately retorted, "Impossible! All the pharmaceuticals were prepared personally by me; there's absolutely nothing wrong with them!"

Chen Mo ignored him.
Time was running out.
With lightning speed, he drew the longest silver needle from the instrument tray.
"All of you, move aside!"
He shoved away the doctors crowding around the patient and, amidst everyone's horrified gazes, thrust that long silver needle without a moment's hesitation straight into the "Shanzhong acupoint" on the patient's chest!

"He's crazy! He's out of his mind!"
"Using a needle to pierce the heart directly? What on earth is he trying to do?!"
The specialists in the observation room blew their tops.
This completely violated all common medical sense!

Yet, the miraculous scene repeated itself.
Following the insertion of that silver needle, the patient's heartbeat, which had been on the verge of flatlining, miraculously stabilized!
Though still faint, the electrocardiogram trace on the monitor that was about to turn into a flat line began to beat stubbornly once more.
"I've used the silver needle to seal her vital heart meridian, temporarily halting the spread of the toxin. But this will only hold for five minutes."

As Chen Mo spoke, he didn't even look back as he shouted to Lin Wanqing:
"Wanqing! My private first-aid kit, third layer, that black wooden box! There are three red pills inside! Dissolve them in distilled water immediately and administer them to the patient via the nasal feeding tube!"
"Understood!" Lin Wanqing didn't hesitate for a second, instantly sprinting away.

Having done all this, Chen Mo slowly turned around, his icy eyes fixed like two sharp swords straight upon the still-arguing anesthesiologist.
"Subdue him for me."
He said this toward the two guards of General Li who had been standing like door guardians by the entrance of the operating room.
Hearing the command, the two guards sprang into action like twin leopards, instantly pouncing forward and pinning the anesthesiologist firmly to the floor.
"What are you doing?! Let me go! I didn't do anything!" the anesthesiologist struggled frantically.

Chen Mo walked over to him and squatted down.
"In your left pocket, there's a small glass vial, isn't there?"
The anesthesiologist's face instantly turned ashen.

One of the guards reached out and indeed fished out a glass vial no larger than a fingernail from his pocket.
Inside the vial, a few drops of light blue liquid still remained.
The ironclad evidence was undeniable!
The anesthesiologist slumped limply in an instant, as if all the bones had been sucked out of his body.
"It was... it was Director Sun! Director Sun Jianguo made me do this!"
He sobbed uncontrollably as he confessed,
"He gave me five hundred yuan and told me to add this to the anesthetic... He said this medicine would only make the patient's post-operative recovery a little slower and wouldn't endanger her life! I didn't know it would turn out like this!"

All gazes instantly converged on the observation room, upon the top surgeon—Sun Jianguo—who was now cowering and collapsed in a chair.
No expression remained on Li Zhenguo's face.
There was only a terrifying, storm-before-the-calm serenity.

Without a word, he merely made a throat-slitting gesture toward Wang Meng behind him.
Wang Meng understood tacitly and, accompanied by two guards, entered the observation room. Like dragging a dead dog, they dragged out Sun Jianguo, who had already pissed his pants in terror.

Right at that moment, Lin Wanqing had dissolved the red pill and administered it to the patient.
The medicinal effect was astonishingly fast.
In less than a minute, all vital signs on the monitor began to rebound rapidly at a speed visible to the naked eye!
Heart rate returned to normal!
Blood pressure returned to normal!

A fatal crisis had once again been forcibly reversed by Chen Mo in a way that exceeded everyone's imagination!
Warm applause for surviving a disaster echoed throughout the operating room.
Every doctor and nurse looked at Chen Mo with gazes akin to looking at a deity.

Chen Mo slowly pulled out the silver needle that had sealed the vital heart meridian and let out a long breath.
The surgery was a success.

Several days later.
General Li's wife woke up leisurely in her hospital room.
She was pleasantly surprised to find that the tremors and pain that had plagued her for years had completely vanished.
She could even feel strength returning to her legs.

Guarding the bedside, Li Zhenguo looked at his recovered wife, and this iron-blooded general wept tears of joy.
He invited Chen Mo into his study.
He offered no words of gratitude; instead, he solemnly handed a small red-covered booklet and a fountain pen into Chen Mo's hands.

"Comrade Chen Mo, from today onward, you are my, Li Zhenguo's, sworn brother bound by life and death."
"This booklet is blank. From now on, in this capital city, no matter what you want to do, no matter who dares to stand in your way, you only need to write their name inside."
"I'll handle the rest."

This was a blank check of power.
An amulet strong enough to let anyone walk sideways unhindered through this city.