Miracle Pill Maker Bullies the Boss

They could hear the hospital equipment giving out a long beep the moment they entered the emergency room.

She looked at the electrocardiogram on the hospital equipment. The waves had turned into a flat line already.

The expressions of the physician assistants assisting in the emergency ward changed. They took out the defibrillator to conduct CPR on the patient.

Huo Yao glanced at the hospital equipment and stopped the doctors. She took out her silver needles and quickly performed acupuncture on some critical acupuncture points.

The physician assistants were stunned.

One of them snapped out of their shock and looked at the hospital president. "Hospital President, who is…"

The hospital president kept watching closely as Huo Yao worked. He had encountered Chinese physicians previously, so he paused and said, "Let her do her work."

Even though the hospital president did not understand what the young woman was trying to do, Chief Steward insisted on waiting for her, so she probably knew what she was doing.

The physician assistants stopped resisting.

To be honest, the physician assistant did not believe that these silver needles would be able to save a patient with cardiac arrest. If this could work, what was the use of all this hospital equipment?

As the thought emerged in his mind, the flatline showing on the monitor slowly came back to life.

The physician assistant opened his eyes wide in disbelief and found it inconceivable.

Even though the patient's heart was weak, Huo Yao managed to save the patient by relying on silver needles alone without using the hospital equipment.

What the…?

Huo Yao did not remove the silver needles. Instead, she examined Huo Jinfeng's gunshot wound. After taking his pulse, she stood up straight.

Sure enough, his condition was not good. Since the gunshot was not as fatal as the one Huo Yulin had suffered last year, there was still hope for Huo Jinfeng.

Huo Yao exhaled in relief. As she took off her jacket, she said in fluent English, "I will lead the surgery to remove the bullet. Please get ready to give the patient a blood transfusion."

After snapping out of his daze, the hospital president smiled sadly and replied. "We don't have any blood."

Huo Yao's hands froze briefly as she put on the surgical gloves. She raised her head to look at the hospital president. "No blood?"

"That's right." The hospital president nodded. He glanced at the bag of blood hanging by the side. It was the only unit of blood they had and it was quickly diminishing.

He said slowly, "Master Jinfeng has A3 subtype blood from an acquired gene mutation. He's the only person in the world with this blood type."

Previously, they searched the entire world searching for the blood type. However, no one had the same blood type as Huo Jinfeng. A long time ago, the hospital president already suggested for Huo Jinfeng to regularly store his blood.

For some reason, Huo Jinfeng started to refuse to store blood. Now, they were down to the last bag of blood.

Also, they were just done transfusing the last bag of blood.

Huo Yao frowned looking at the empty blood bag.

Blood was a patient's lifeblood. If he did not get any blood transfusion, even if she could use acupuncture to keep him alive, he would still eventually die of blood loss.

Huo Yao tightened her fists slightly. She promptly opened a new syringe and drew half a vial of blood from herself. "I'm his niece. Test my blood and see if I'm a match."

The hospital president took the syringe. Even though there were low chances of matching the patient's blood, they could only try. "Okay then. Give me a few minutes. I will conduct the test as soon as possible."

Huo Yao nodded. "Thanks then."

The hospital president wasted no time and quickly walked out of the emergency room.

Huo Yao narrowed her eyes looking at her eldest uncle lying on the hospital bed. She could only hope that her blood would work on him.