The operating room fell silent in an instant, with everyone staring at Shen Qiang in astonishment.

But such silence lasted for less than two seconds before Zhang Yujian suddenly bellowed, "What are you saying? How can you know it won't work without trying? I'll tell you, no one has ever survived in such a situation!"

"It's the rule of life! It's common medical knowledge! Do you think you're cool? I'm telling you, you look like a fucking idiot right now!"

Listening to Zhang Yujian's scolding, Shen Qiang, standing by the operation table, remained calm, quickly processing both ends of the patient's arterial blood vessel, then reached out his hand, "Suture thread."

The nurse, who had been stunned at the side, immediately gave an "Oh" and handed it over.

Meanwhile.

Shen Qiang calmly said, "The rule of life is survival of the fittest. Before the generator was invented, everyone knew about the existence of lightning, but people thought it was something only immortals could control."

"Now, even a three-year-old child wouldn't be surprised by the existence of electricity."

"So, to the wise, all rules and common knowledge are merely references for easy understanding, and what I intend to do is to invalidate all the rules!"

At that moment, Zhang Yujian was stunned, staring blankly at the calm Shen Qiang, his mind going blank.

At this time, in the observation room for the surgery, the atmosphere was so tense it seemed to solidify.

Director Su's expression was grave as he watched the situation in the operation room.

In his heart, he had already begun to calculate how to deal with the aftermath—after all, the severing of an arterial blood vessel was a clear medical accident, and it looked like the hospital was about to lose a significant sum of money.

Almost simultaneously.

He saw with clarity the nurse by the operation table handing the suture thread to Shen Qiang.

"Interrupted mattress suturing! He's doing arterial vessel repair."

A tumor surgery doctor in the observation room exclaimed in astonishment, "My God, his suturing speed is so fast!"

"I never thought that suturing could be done so pleasingly to the eye!"

Several doctors' amazement involuntarily propelled Director Su to the front row, as he watched Shen Qiang on the operation table, his eyes suddenly bursting with brilliance.

"A perfect reparative suturing, there might still be a chance!"

And it was almost at that very moment when hope was budding in Director Su's heart.

In the operating room, Shen Qiang, who had completed the repair of the arterial vessel, removed the hemostatic clamps.

Afterward, he fixed his gaze firmly on the monitoring equipment.

"Blood pressure is rising!"

"Heartbeat is stabilized!"

Such discoveries sent everyone in the observation room into ecstatic joy.

"Indeed, Director Wu wasn't wrong; Shen Qiang is truly the most suitable person for this operation!"

"What amazing skill! The arterial vessel repair was completed in less than two minutes, it's simply unbelievable!"

"Yeah, that's so strong. If I were doing this surgery, even if everything went smoothly, it would still take at least fifteen to twenty minutes!"

But while everyone was praising Shen Qiang for his precise and rapid arterial vessel repair technique.

The intern, who was carefully watching the operation with a notebook, suddenly said, "This is all temporary. Shen Qiang has repaired the patient's vessel, but that's just bought the patient a little more time."

"The patient's true condition is already critical."

"His pancreas, duodenum, small intestine, and gallbladder have all been removed. This means that Shen Qiang must now complete the anastomosis of five parts within an extremely short amount of time."

"Otherwise, with the massive blood loss, the patient who just went through hemorrhagic shock will quickly die of organ failure within five minutes."

Upon hearing this, everyone in the observation room immediately fell silent.

"To complete five anastomoses in five minutes is obviously impossible, sigh, it seems I truly was overly optimistic," said Director Su, who stood beside the glass wall of the observation room, sighing.

"If only this surgery had been assigned to Shen Qiang from the beginning, we wouldn't be facing this issue now. At this point, it feels like anything we say is too late," lamented a tumor surgeon.

"Yes, unless a miracle occurs and the patient is able to hold on for more than two hours, even an immortal arriving here couldn't save him now."

"Sigh..."

The onlookers in the observation room gazed into the operating theater with eyes full of regret.

And just then, the beautiful assistant who had been quiet all along suddenly had her eyes light up as she stared at Shen Qiang, exclaiming, "Look at Shen Qiang's hands!"

At this moment, everyone in the observation room who had noticed the anomaly was similarly astounded to see Shen Qiang in the midst of surgery, his hands not only moving as swiftly as a hummingbird dancing through blossoms, but also leaving afterimages on the retinas of the onlookers.

"So fast!"

Wu Guoxi, standing by the operating table, was shocked while looking at the patient's organs that had already been cut.

Despite the speed of Shen Qiang's hands being so fast that he could hardly discern his specific movements, after Shen Qiang's arms moved, precise and tidy sutures appeared, as if done by a precision machine.

The distance between each stitch was as if measured with a ruler.

The gap in the middle was perfect for one suture thread.

"So incredible, so terrifying!" Wu Guoxi watched the appearance of the stitches, somewhat panicked, because he understood that problems such as ulcers, rejection, and poor anastomosis between the intestines and organs can easily occur after such surgeries.

Since manual suturing always makes it difficult for the soft organ tissues to be perfectly uniform.

But the meticulous stitches before him made him certain that Shen Qiang's jejunum anastomosis had undoubtedly reached a level of perfection.

An anastomosis site that could not possibly crack, fair and smooth enough that rejection was unlikely.

In other words, the only possible issue with Shen Qiang's anastomosis could be postoperative ulcers.

But could that be possible?

Sutures that, if there were no stitches to be seen, would appear as though they had naturally existed—how could there be any problems with that!

In contrast to Wu Guoxi's astonishment,

Zhang Yujian, standing behind Shen Qiang, had a complexion that had turned as pale as paper.

He still remembered how, before the surgery started, he had boasted arrogantly about showing Shen Qiang what precision meant.

But now, watching Shen Qiang's stitches that were as rapid as the wind and as accurate as a machine, he instantly realized that his so-called precision was nothing compared to Shen Qiang—not even worth mention!

"How can there be medical skill like this, compared to his surgery, I am simply like a clumsy clown. If Shen Qiang's surgery is like a strong athlete running, then everything I have done before was mere child's play!"

For a moment, Shen Qiang's hands became the focal point of everyone's attention in both the operating theatre and the observation room.

And almost at the same time,

Shen Qiang's situation was not as good as everyone else saw.

"Using precision and maintaining stability, the True Qi is depleting too fast! I must hold on, no matter what, I cannot let her lose another family member!"

Images of a little girl laughing while holding a drawing surfaced in his mind,

Shen Qiang, whose suturing speed already rivaled a sewing machine, opened his eyes wide as the speed surged once more.

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