The Frenzied Savior - Chapter 41

“Don’t panic.”

Fu Qingya’s voice, cool and tinged with youth, suddenly cut through the air. The sheer composure in his tone acted as an anchor, forcing the startled doctors and nurses to pull themselves together after a moment of reflexive alarm.

These were, after all, seasoned professionals who had handled countless major surgeries. Even with a deep sense of dread gnawing at them, they managed to stabilize the situation.

Under the lead surgeon’s direction, the repair of Fu Qingya’s heart proceeded in an orderly fashion.

During this high-stakes procedure, one that should have been fraught with crisis, another anomaly occurred. Fu Qingya’s blood loss was decreasing rapidly. While this undoubtedly made the surgeon’s job easier, the unnaturalness of it left them feeling more than a little unnerved.

Given the severity of the wound, his blood loss was comparable only to a minor puncture. Furthermore, since his heart had been losing blood, he should have been experiencing dizziness and nausea, yet Fu Qingya remained eerily lucid.

What the lead surgeon admired even more was that this eighteen-year-old boy had refused anesthesia upon entering the operating room. He had faced the surgery in the best possible state, actually simplifying the procedure for the team.

Heaven knows that when he first refused the numbing agents, they nearly thought he was an enemy sent by a rival hospital to frame them.

They feared he wanted to sabotage the operation from within, forcing them into a regulatory violation. Then, after the surgery inevitably failed and resulted in a death, he could report them and have their medical licenses revoked.

In standard practice, heart surgery must be performed while the patient is pain-free and the muscles are fully relaxed. Otherwise, the patient might move due to pain, leading to severe complications or total failure.

And everyone knows exactly what the consequence of a failed heart surgery is.

Because they had lived over half a century without ever hearing of someone refusing anesthesia for heart repair, it was only natural they initially suspected a setup.

But no one gambles with their own life just to frame someone else. Once that realization sank in, they pushed the absurd thought to the back of their minds.

They tried repeatedly to persuade him to accept the anesthesia, but the stubborn youth refused point-blank. He even threatened to call off the surgery entirely if they didn’t comply.

It was a massive headache. Judging by the uniforms of those who brought him in, Fu Qingya was no ordinary person. If they missed the golden window for treatment because of a dispute over anesthesia, no one could bear the responsibility.

Yet, performing heart surgery without it was something no one dared to attempt.

In all their years, they had never encountered anything so outrageous.

More terrifying still was the fact that Fu Qingya had the backing of the nation’s top leader. After a phone call between Fu Qingya and General Secretary Huo Zhimin, this dangerous, non-compliant operation was actually authorized.

When they received word from their superiors to proceed as usual without anesthesia, the doctors felt as if the sky were falling.

With hearts in their throats, they wheeled him into the operating room, only to witness the weapon that had impaled him vanish into thin air.

How could the doctors and nurses not panic when they already had so little confidence?

Yet, under Fu Qingya’s calm reassurance, they actually found their footing and pushed through the surgery.

As the hours ticked by, their admiration for the boy only deepened.

Fu Qingya was clearly in agony, his face pale and forehead drenched in sweat, but he forced his body to remain relaxed. He didn’t twitch a single muscle, lying as still as a corpse. If it weren’t for his dark, clear eyes watching them steadily, they would have assumed he had passed out.

A person like this was truly terrifying, truly awe-inspiring.

They had never heard of anyone with enough willpower to override their own physical instincts to such an extent. Fu Qingya was challenging their understanding of science time and time again.

By the time the hours-long surgery concluded, the doctors and nurses were looking at Fu Qingya as if he were a deity.

He had actually made it through the entire ordeal on sheer willpower without a drop of anesthesia!

If they told anyone else, people would think they were lying or that they were medically illiterate, yet it was the absolute truth.

It defied every medical principle they had ever learned, bordering on some strange, unknown realm that made them curious yet too afraid to dig deeper.

Upon learning that Fu Qingya had survived the surgery safely, Luo Mingyuan finally let out a long breath.

Over the past few hours, his heart had been in his throat, and his emotions had swung violently back and forth. Now that Fu Qingya was finally out of danger, exhaustion finally began to show on his face.

Luo Mingyuan was eventually nudged toward a rest area by Luo Tianqi, who had just arrived.

Because Fu Qingya had used a secure line inside the operating room to contact Huo Zhimin, Luo Mingyuan—who had been waiting a distance away—was unaware of the refusal of anesthesia.

It wasn’t until the next day that he learned the truth from his older brother.

“He’s crazy! That was heart surgery!”

Luo Mingyuan bolted upright, his eyes burning with fury as he stared at the man sitting across from him.

“How could you all agree to something so ridiculous?”

“One slip-up and he’s dead!”

“That is a massive safety violation!”

Luo Mingyuan slammed his hand on the table, the wood echoing with the force.

“Luo Mingyuan! Are you questioning the General Secretary?”

Luo Mingyuan’s fists clenched tight. “I trust the General Secretary with my life, but this…”

“This shouldn’t have been allowed. How could he survive that kind of surgery without anesthesia?”

Luo Tianqi leaned back, frowning. “The fact is, he did survive, didn’t he?”

“But I can’t believe you don’t realize how much pain and torture he must have endured!”

“You’ve changed, Brother! You never would have accepted something like this before. How is this any different from torturing him?”

“Fu Qingya insisted. He said if we didn’t agree, he had a thousand ways to simply vanish into thin air right there, even with a hole in his heart.”

“He told the General Secretary that himself. To keep him alive, we had no other choice.”

Looking at the distraught Luo Mingyuan, Luo Tianqi spoke softly, closing his eyes in weariness.

“Fu Qingya’s bodily functions are not normal.”

All the data showed that no human should have been able to stay conscious, let alone act like they weren’t injured, after their heart had been damaged to that degree.

Furthermore, the fact that he had the energy to consciously refuse anesthesia and endure the surgery while awake was simply illogical.

“We couldn’t be sure if there was something wrong with the blade that pierced him, and we couldn’t protect him against the unknown.”

Luo Tianqi’s breathing grew heavy, and the blood in Luo Mingyuan’s veins felt like it had turned to ice.

“We had to bet that he knew what he was doing, that he wasn’t just giving up on himself.”

“So, we couldn’t say no to him.”

“Because no one could guarantee that our refusal wouldn’t push him toward an certain death.”

Luo Mingyuan slumped back into his chair, completely defeated.

So, they’d had no choice but to agree.

“Everyone is losing it…”

Luo Mingyuan closed his eyes.

Usually seen as the reckless troublemaker by everyone else, this was the first time Luo Mingyuan felt he wasn’t nearly “crazy” enough. How could they be so practiced at betting with a life?

“That guy is still the craziest of them all.”

Luo Mingyuan sighed, looking thoroughly dissatisfied. However, half an hour later, when Luo Tianqi, who was preparing to leave after hearing Fu Qingya was out of danger—walked past, he saw his brother back at Fu Qingya’s bedside.

Luo Tianqi: “…”

Something was definitely off with this guy, but what exactly was it?

Luo Tianqi couldn’t figure it out. Just as he was about to investigate further, his emergency contact phone rang.

He hurried off once again.

At the corner of the hospital corridor, Luo Tianqi brushed past a youth in a hospital gown. Out of the corner of his eye, he caught a fleeting glimpse of a strange, intricate pattern.

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