Chapter 1475: Chapter 309: You Are My Goddess (Part 3)
The bloody scene before her did not make An Yiqing feel discomfort, not even a slight furrowing of her brow. She opened the brocade pouch, her gaze sinking, and her gloved hands moved like a celestial maiden scattering flowers. The silver needles within the pouch traced arcs of cold light in the air and swiftly pierced into the major acupoints all over Nan Yang’s body with precision!
The experts were all stunned by the sight of the silver light dancing in front of them. If they weren’t each engaged in their own tasks, they would surely stop to intently watch this rare spectacle.
In less than a minute, all the silver needles in the brocade pouch were inserted by An Yiqing into the various major acupoints on Nan Yang’s body. Immediately following, she took out a scalpel as thin as a cicada’s wing and a pair of extremely fine tweezers from the pouch.
"Miss An, what are you planning to...?" Everyone watched in horror as An Yiqing used an eerie technique to insert the tweezers into the heart, yet not a single drop of blood was shed. On the instrument’s monitor, they were astonished to see An Yiqing effortlessly grasp the bullet with the tweezers!
"My God..." Observing the bullet within the heart, which was merely 0.01 millimeters away from a dangerous zone, and the nearby tweezers, a female doctor was nearly fainting.
"Heavens! This is madness! This isn’t surgery; it’s a duel with Satan!" exclaimed another doctor, while deeply fixated on the monitor, watching the tweezers with unwavering attention.
An Yiqing ignored all the exclamations and gasps. Her forehead was already covered with a dense layer of sweat, and the doctors next to her had already changed several dry gauze pieces to wipe it away.
At this moment, An Yiqing had engaged her Clairvoyant Eye. In her vision, the tweezers as thin as a cicada’s wing tightly held the bullet, unable to move any further.
0.01 millimeters; describing it as "thin as a cicada’s wing" is somewhat coarse. This fragility, without exaggeration, means even a slight rub of the bullet against the place will erase the 0.01 millimeters forever!
Thus, An Yiqing mustn’t move now. If she moved, friction between the bullet and the heart would cost Nan Yang’s life!
"What, what do we do now?" All the experts were befuddled, encountering such a tricky and perilous issue for the first time after practicing medicine for so many years.
An Yiqing said nothing, clutching the nearly transparent scalpel in her hand. Using the same method as the tweezers entering the heart, she inserted the scalpel within.
"Miss An, there’s no gap between the bullet and the heart chamber; once the scalpel goes in, that membrane will be worn through! At that moment, the patient will definitely hemorrhage massively and lose his life!" a doctor urgently reminded.
"I know what I’m doing."
An Yiqing didn’t lift her eyelid, her hand’s movements remained unpaused. The scalpel inched forward bit by bit, stopping at the bullet’s location.
She took a deep breath, and under everyone’s tense watch, her right hand moved once more.
She didn’t force the scalpel into the nonexistent gap between the bullet and the heart chamber, but directly pierced the scalpel into that fragile membrane!
At that very moment, all experts tightly sealed their lips for fear that their impending screams might disrupt An Yiqing’s thoughts. They had already realized what An Yiqing intended to do. She aimed to cut a portion of that 0.01-millimeter-thick membrane to create an impossible gap for the bullet!
Such precise techniques are generally completed under a Microscope. Yet, An Yiqing was on the verge of doing it all impossibly with merely the naked eye!
As time ticked away, all the experts were so tense that they dared not take a deep breath, their eyes fixed intently on the monitor. An Yiqing’s scalpel had already penetrated halfway in, and the pitifully thin membrane had been cut away by half with her scalpel!
In other words, now the bullet was merely 0.005 millimeters away from the heart’s fatal area!
An Yiqing’s brow was sharp and fierce, the soft and indifferent look in her watery eyes had long vanished, replaced by the professional spirit and unique ruthlessness of a doctor. Her eyes shone with infinite brilliance, the scalpel controlling Nan Yang’s life had long disappeared in her eyes, replaced by her spirit and thoughts.
One stroke, two strokes, three strokes...
Under everyone’s watchful gaze, An Yiqing finally cut out a gap between the bullet and the membrane with the scalpel!