My Dragon Baby and Billionaire Husband-Chapter 764: Revival from the Dead, The Mighty Mingjing 3

Chapter 764: Chapter 764: Revival from the Dead, The Mighty Mingjing 3

Mo Yinhe made a gesture, and Fengjue entered, politely asking everyone in the mortuary to step out.

Before leaving, Old Mrs. Yang’s tears rolled down heavily as she clung to a faint hope, praying incessantly in her heart.

Mo Yinhe wanted to stay, but Si Mingjing uttered a single, blunt sentence, "You too, go out."

Mo Yinhe’s eyes deepened, clearly reluctant to move, but the audacious Fengjue dragged him out.

The doors of the mortuary closed from the outside, leaving only Si Mingjing inside, focusing on administering acupuncture to Yang Zhuchao.

The Silver Needle pierced the soles of his feet. The feet are crucial starting points that govern the flow of qi and blood, connect the organs, bridge the internal and external, and link the upper and lower body. The functions of the human body’s five viscera and six bowels all have corresponding reflex zones on the soles, and Si Mingjing knew them all by heart.

However, Si Mingjing wasn’t certain she could bring him back to life.

Having been pulled out, Mo Yinhe stared at the tightly shut doors of the mortuary, but his mood had suddenly brightened considerably.

His Mingjing’s medical skills were extraordinary. Since she was attempting to save him, she must be at least seventy to eighty percent confident she could snatch Uncle Yang back from the hands of Lord Yama, right?

In the corridor, people were abuzz with discussion, whispering to each other. Most didn’t believe Si Mingjing had the ability to bring someone back from the dead, yet they all harbored a complex anticipation, hoping she possessed the skill to revive the deceased.

About forty minutes passed. Yes, everyone was waiting—no one left. Even those who needed to use the restroom held it in, afraid of missing something.

Yang Zhuchao’s initial diagnosing doctor rushed over upon hearing the news. Someone claimed his declared-deceased patient could be saved? Wasn’t this questioning his professional competence?

He couldn’t have mistakenly declared a salvageable patient dead; such a blunder would end his career! Furthermore, during the patient’s transport to the hospital, he and three colleagues had taken turns performing CPR for a full half hour. Even then, they hadn’t given up. They only declared the patient dead after an EKG at the hospital showed a flatline. There was absolutely no chance of survival under these circumstances.

When the initial diagnosing doctor arrived, he tried to enter the mortuary, but Fengjue stopped him.

Dr. Wang, the initial diagnosing doctor, frowned and said, "I heard someone is attempting a rescue inside. I’m the patient’s initial diagnosing doctor, and I need to go in for further confirmation."

No one responded to him.

Dr. Wang explained, "I would never declare a patient dead if there was any hope of treatment!"

At that moment, someone said, "Miss Si seems very skilled; she has created many miracles. Perhaps she can revive the dead and mend broken bones, or maybe when Western medicine fails, traditional Chinese medicine can find an alternative path."

Hearing this, Dr. Wang was taken aback. "Traditional Chinese medicine? Which Miss Si?"

Si Mingjing’s name was already legendary in the medical community; practically no one was unaware of her prowess.

Dr. Wang asked, "Is it the renowned Si Mingjing?"

"Yes. She said Director Yang was in a state of suspended animation and is now attempting to save him inside."

Dr. Wang flatly denied, "Impossible! Absolutely not a case of suspended animation!"

On this point, Dr. Wang was very certain. No heartbeat, no breathing, and a flatline on the EKG—how could that possibly be suspended animation?

Even if traditional Chinese medicine and Western medicine aren’t from the same school of thought, Western medicine should be more precise! Western medicine relies on machines; could humans be more accurate than machines?

Seeing Dr. Wang’s categorical denial, no one else wanted to speak. Everyone present hoped Si Mingjing’s judgment was correct and prayed in their hearts for Director Yang’s revival.

Dr. Wang looked embarrassed. Unable to enter, he waited outside, his face flushed, expecting everyone’s unrealistic fantasies to be shattered.

「Twenty more minutes passed.」

Just as everyone was about to reach their limit of endurance, Si Mingjing pushed open the mortuary door from the inside.

She looked exhausted. Seeing a man in a white coat, she knew he was a doctor and said to him, "His heartbeat has returned. Hurry, continue the resuscitation."

Traditional Chinese medicine has its advantages, and Western medicine has its own. She had brought the man back; now, for the continuing resuscitation, Western medicine had the advantage over traditional Chinese medicine.

Hearing Si Mingjing’s words, Dr. Wang’s eyes widened in disbelief. He strode into the mortuary and, with skepticism, felt for a pulse in the patient’s neck.

To his astonishment, he actually felt a pulse. 𝑓𝑟𝑒𝘦𝓌𝑒𝑏𝑛𝑜𝘷𝑒𝘭.𝒸𝘰𝑚

Dr. Wang couldn’t believe it. He then pressed the stethoscope from around his neck to the patient’s chest.

The next second, he suddenly shouted towards the door, "Quick, wheel him out! He’s still alive!"

The two junior nurses standing outside heard Dr. Wang’s words and were so excited they practically jumped. One rushed in to help, while the other went to call for more assistance. Moments later, attendants arrived and helped wheel the patient out.

Mrs. Yang, seeing her husband being wheeled out of the mortuary for continued resuscitation, burst into tears of joy. From extreme sorrow to extreme happiness, her tears cascaded down non-stop.

Old Mrs. Yang, trembling, walked up to Si Mingjing and knelt. Unable to express her gratitude in words, she kept repeating, "Thank you, thank you. You saved my son, you saved my life..."

Si Mingjing quickly bent down to help Old Mrs. Yang up. "Madam, please get up. I can’t accept such a grand gesture."

Old Mrs. Yang had nearly suffered the agony of burying her own son. With tears streaming down her face, she said, "No, you deserve it. You are our family’s great benefactor..."

Si Mingjing firmly helped Old Mrs. Yang to her feet.

She looked up, meeting Mo Yinhe’s dark eyes.

Those deep eyes were indescribable, as if they wanted to melt her into his very marrow.

Si Mingjing walked over to him. "It’s alright. He should be rescued. Your grand plans, your hopes and dreams for the future of the aerospace industry—they will all be realized one by one. Don’t be sad anymore."

He wasn’t sad. He was incredibly proud.

Mo Yinhe reached out and pulled his wife tightly into his embrace. Disregarding the public setting, he leaned down and kissed her fiercely.

Si Mingjing tried to push him away but couldn’t, so she had to let him express his gratitude in this manner.

Seeing her husband’s spirits brighten, Si Mingjing felt pleased.

After being kissed until she was almost breathless, Mo Yinhe finally let her go and asked in a low voice, "What happened?"

Everyone pricked up their ears, looking at Si Mingjing with bated breath.

The way they looked at her, it was as if they had deified her!

"Director Yang was in a state of suspended animation," she explained. "It’s a state where a person appears dead but is actually still alive, caused by cerebral hypoxia. It’s a type of shock undetectable by ordinary means and involves a temporary loss of heartbeat and breathing. I encountered such cases on Prison Star before. My master called it the Lazarus phenomenon."

It didn’t matter if it was suspended animation or not. As long as Yang Zhuchao was saved, his wife was incredible! So incredible it made him want to kneel in worship, to prostrate himself at the hem of her pomegranate skirt!