Supreme Martial Arts Doctor

Supreme Martial Arts Doctor

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Introduction
Ten years ago, he was the only one who survived the murder of his entire family. Ten years later, he possessed unparalleled medical skills and peerless martial arts. When he returned to the city, the might of a divine physician was unstoppable.
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"The heart rate is down to 45. TheHomer patient's vital signs are weakening."

"Increase the oxygen level, the respiration rate is decreasing!"

"Get the pacemaker ready!"

"It’s no use, prepare to notify the family.”

At this moment, inside the Emergency Room of East Sea First People's Hospital, several expert-level doctors were crowded around the operating table, looking at the patient who was at death's door. Everyone had a hint of cold sweat on their forehead.

The one on the operating table is none other than Kent Homer, who commands unrivaled respect in East Sea. It wouldn't be an exaggeration to say that he has considerable influence in the area.

If such an important figure were to die on their operating table, these experts could say goodbye to their jobs.

"What should we do, the patient is suffering from acute left heart failure and is now having difficulty breathing, cardiogenic shock, we have no chance of reversing the situation.”

"Even if we operate now, it's too late, we've missed the golden window of time, only God could save him.”

"Should we perform the surgery now?"

"It's impossible! There's no time for surgery now, if we operate and the patient dies on the operating table, it'll be our medical accident. Who among you could endure the wrath of the Homer family?"

The doctors all fell silent. All were well-known expert-level doctors in East Sea, yet they were helpless against this disease.

First, the acute left heart failure is a complex condition, very difficult to treat. Second, the condition appeared suddenly, and he wasn't brought in in time. Third, Kent is very old, and at this age, even an appendicitis operation would carry a risk, let alone a heart surgery.

We've tried our best.

That's all there was to say.

Even the wealthy Kent had no control over the inescapable truth of life and death.

The doctors all sighed. At this point, they could only hope that the Homer family would not vent their anger on them.

Opening the door of the OR, the doctor said,

"Mr. Homer, we've done our best, but your father can't make it."

The man called Mr. Homer, nearing his fifties, is Kent's second son, Jack, the CEO of Homer Real Estate.

Upon hearing the news, Jack became furious, seizing the doctor by the collar.

"What did you say! My father was fine before he went into the OR! How could he succumb now!?"

Emery Blind, the doctor, was startled, his legs trembling slightly.

"Mr. Homer... Your father suffered from acute left heart failure. There really was no way to help. He was brought here too late. Even God, were he alive, could not save him. Please observe condolences and prepare for the aftermath."

"Bullshit!"

Jack was outraged. He couldn't accept this reality. Just moments before, he was enjoying a meal and laughing with his father. In the blink of an eye, not even two hours later, his father collapsed on the operating table?!

Jack was somewhat agitated at this point, turning his head and glaring at the doctors.

"Who! Who among you can save my father? I'll pay whatever you want!"

Emery frowned. Although Jack wasn't just anyone, he too was beginning to lose his patience.

"Mr. Homer! No need to shout any longer, throughout the entire People's Hospital, or even the whole East Sea, I, Emery, am the authority in cardiothoracic surgery. If I can't treat the illness, no one can."

Emery indeed has impressive achievements in cardiothoracic surgery. He is an unparalleled virtuoso across the city and even the province. It's not an exaggeration to laud him this way.

Jack's previous behavior had irked him. For the patients that he, Emery, had deemed terminally ill, no one could cure them!

Jack glared, "Is there really no one who can treat it?"

The moment the voice died down, an aloof voice came from the corridor's end,

"I can."

Though the voice was quiet, it resonated clearly. Following the voice, a young man of about twenty, donned in a plain casual outfit, carrying a cloth bag slung across his shoulder, walked step by step towards them.

The young man had a handsome, somewhat disheveled look. His eyes sparkled with intelligence. Despite his expressionless face, he gave an impression of unfathomable mystery.

Jack was momentarily perplexed and felt that the young man was familiar, but could not remember who he was.

"What did you say?"

Mack Kars walked up to Jack, "I said, I can treat your father.”

Jack’s eyes lit up, "Are you sure?”

Before Mack could respond, Emery was the first to speak, "Who is this greenhorn, daring to run wild in our hospital! This isn't a place for you to barge in!"

Seeing Mack's ordinary clothes and considering his earlier words, he seemed like a quack doctor from some street corner.

"So young and yet, he dares to make such outrageous claims," Emery just said that nobody could cure Kent Homer's illness, but this lad claimed that he could. Wasn’t that a slap to his face?

Mack ignored Emery and looked at Jack.

“Uncle Jack, we're running out of time. If I go in now, there's still a sliver of hope.”

Uncle Jack?

Jack was a bit confused. This young man seemed to know him, but he couldn't remember who he was.

Time waits for no one. Since things had gotten to this point, it was like flogging a dead horse; it wouldn't hurt to try.

“Alright! You can go in!”

Emery frowned, “Mr. Homer! This is no joke. What could a child know about profound medical techniques! If I, Emery, can't cure the disease, who can? If anything goes wrong, I take no responsibility!”

Jack snorted, “The patient is already at death's door. What worse outcome could there be? Move aside!”

Emery clenched his teeth but stepped aside, his face shadowed with annoyance.

Mack spared him a glance, then remarked coolly,

“Thinking oneself infallible is a big taboo in medicine. To have no real skill, yet believe oneself to be the best, you are indeed a quack.”

With that, Mack walked into the operating room.

Emery was stunned, caught off guard.

“What did he say? He called me a quack? This inexperienced whelp dares to call me a quack?! Son of a rabbit!”

In front of a crowd, someone dared to doubt his, Emery's, medical skills. This was simply asking for death!

"No, we can’t let him mess around. Go in there!"

Several doctors hurriedly followed in, fearing that Mack would cause trouble in the operation room.

Upon entering the operating room, they saw Mack standing beside Kent, his right hand poised with two fingers held together, stabbing forcefully.

He was aiming at the chest on his right side.

Acupuncture?

East Sea People's Hospital is a hospital combining traditional Chinese and Western medicine. There were some experts from a background in traditional Chinese medicine. Upon seeing Mack's strike, they were all shocked.

Could it really be acupoint striking?

Acupoint treatment is extremely profound, even traditional Chinese doctors who have been practicing for decades would not dare to take action hastily.

However, in a critical moment, acupoint striking could save lives. It is one of the most powerful emergency measures in traditional Chinese medicine.

Upon Mack's strike, Kent suddenly grunted.

"What are you doing?! Get out of here, this is not a place for you to act recklessly!" Emery yelled in rage!

Just as Emery finished shouting, a nurse suddenly cried out.

"He's breathing! Kent Homer is breathing!"

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