The Difficult Surgery

Little Xin's mother also rushed forward, crying, clinging to the last hope to save her daughter:

"Old Chen, please, save Xiaoxin!"

Chen Jian remained expressionless, but his heart was heavy with sorrow.

The bleeding was severe, and with the extent of the girl's injuries before him, it seemed there was no hope for survival.

He couldn't bear to tell the truth to Xin's parents, so he turned to the two farm workers nearby, waving his hand and saying, "Quick, carry Xiaoxin into the courtyard."

Though he held little hope, he was determined to at least try and do something, as a small comfort to Xin's parents.

"Yes," the two workers responded.

They walked to either side of the makeshift stretcher, lifted the gravely injured Xiaoxin, and headed toward the small courtyard of the farm.

The group had not yet entered.

Ye Tian, holding a glass of iced milk, came quickly after hearing the commotion outside, a puzzled look on his face:

"Old Chen, what's going on? Why is it so noisy?"

Hu Liena, who had been observing the scene, stepped forward, pointing to Xiaoxin on the stretcher, and said to the approaching Ye Tian:

"Brother, hurry and save this girl, she's on the brink of death."

"Hmm?" Ye Tian glanced at Xiaoxin on the stretcher.

Although he didn't often come to the farm, he recognized the once lively and adorable girl.

Two months ago, she had even brought him half a roasted Fire Spirit Chicken.

The two of them were casual friends.

"Who did this?" Ye Tian's voice carried a controlled anger as his fist clenched so tightly it made cracking sounds.

To dare cause trouble near the farm and harm innocent civilians—this was a blatant disregard for him!

Xiaoxin's father, Ashin, tearfully hesitated but finally said:

"Young Master Ye Tian, it's better if you don't ask. The one responsible is a young lord from a prominent family in Donghai City. We can't afford to provoke them."

Thirteen, who had also arrived upon hearing the commotion, looked at Xin's parents with disappointment, and said:

"The young master will stand up for you. Just speak up!"

Ashin stammered, his eyes showing a trace of reluctance. Ye Tian had always been kind to their family.

He didn't want Ye Tian to get involved and end up harmed.

"We'll discuss this later, saving her life is what matters now." Seeing Ashin's hesitation, Ye Tian furrowed his brow and stopped Thirteen from pressing further.

With the help of the farm workers, Xiaoxin was placed on a stone bench in the courtyard.

Out of kindness, Hu Liena brought a soft quilt from inside and spread it under Xiaoxin.

Chen Jian, seeing the concern on everyone's faces, leaned in and whispered to Ye Tian:

"Xiaoxin has lost too much blood. I'm afraid there's no hope."

Hearing this, Ye Tian handed his glass of milk to Hu Liena and stepped forward to carefully examine Xiaoxin's injuries.

He extended his index and middle fingers, pressing against Xiaoxin's pulse.

A trace of pure soul power flowed from his body into her meridians.

As the soul power circulated through her bloodstream, it spread throughout her body.

At the same time, in Ye Tian's mind, a three-dimensional image of Xiaoxin's blood vessels and meridians quickly took shape.

As the image became clearer, Ye Tian's frown deepened.

"Capillaries in her brain have ruptured, causing blood clots. Several arteries in her chest have been severed, leading to severe bleeding. Even her internal organs have shifted due to the heavy blows."

He couldn't help but curse:

"Xiaoxin is just an ordinary person, yet the attacker was clearly trying to kill her. How vicious!"

Ashin and his wife knelt down again, sobbing:

"Young Master, please save our Xiaoxin! We would repay your kindness even if we had to be your slaves!"

Chen Jian, having considerable medical knowledge, sympathetically shook his head at Xin's parents.

This gesture spoke volumes—Xiaoxin's injuries were beyond saving.

Seeing Chen Jian's reaction, Xiaoxin's mother felt as if all the strength had been drained from her body. She let out a terrified cry and collapsed to the ground.

Ashin hurriedly held his wife, crying:

"Our daughter is gone, you can't have anything happen too!"

Hu Liena's beautiful eyes flashed with sympathy.

As a member of the Golden Generation of the Spirit Hall, she had witnessed many life-and-death scenes over the past ten years.

She had even seen soul beasts tear their companions apart.

But every time she encountered such heart-wrenching farewells between parents and children, it was unbearably sad.

Perhaps this resonated with her own experiences.

As an orphan, she had been adopted by her teacher at a young age.

Countless times, she had longed to reunite with her parents... though that was an impossible dream.

She shook Ye Tian's arm gently, looking up at him with pleading eyes:

"Brother, is there really no way?"

Ye Tian covered his head to maintain his composure, took a deep breath, and said:

"It's tricky, but there's still a glimmer of hope."

Though Xiaoxin appeared unconscious due to excessive blood loss, that was only a surface symptom.

The real cause was a concussion.

If the ruptured blood vessels in her cerebral cortex couldn't be sealed in time, then it would truly be hopeless.

Hu Liena sighed in relief upon hearing this.

She silently felt grateful for Xiaoxin. If not for Ye Tian's presence, no one else on the Douluo Continent could have saved her.

Chen Jian was equally astonished, exclaiming:

"I didn't expect your medical skills to have reached this level, Young Master."

He recalled when he had first met Ye Tian two years ago.

Back then, Ye Tian frequently asked him about medical basics.

In fact, part of Ye Tian's medical knowledge was built with his help.

He never imagined that, in just two years, Ye Tian would surpass him.

If he had been the one handling such a case alone, he would have declared her dead by now.

From the side, Bibi Dong asked,

"Do you need our help?"

Her eyes flickered with a cold flame. She hadn't expected such brutal oppression, where people could get away with harming others, even in such a scenic place like the East Sea Coast.

After this matter was settled, she would certainly investigate the negligence of the local Spirit Hall branch!

"For now, no." Ye Tian rolled up his sleeves, taking another deep breath to adjust his mental state to its peak.

He stepped forward, fixing his gaze on Xiaoxin's head, comparing it with the meridian map in his spiritual sea.

There were six ruptured capillaries in her cerebral cortex. Draining the clotted blood and sealing the vessels was the first step.

However, the brain is a complex and delicate organ, and any misstep in the treatment could lead to irreversible consequences.

This meant that every needle he used had to be precisely accurate.

After thinking for two full minutes.

His hand slowly lifted, conjuring a Taiyi Divine Needle.

The speed at which he inserted the needles, however, was swift, unlike the slow preparation.

In the blink of an eye, six golden needles formed by soul power were already embedded in Xiaoxin's brain.

Soon after.

Dark blood began flowing from the Taiyi needles.

At the same time, Xiaoxin's chest heaved violently.

Seeing this, Ashin and his wife were overwhelmed with joy, tears streaming down their faces:

"Xiaoxin, you're saved! You're saved!"

They immediately knelt down again, kowtowing:

"Thank you, Young Master Ye Tian! We will repay your kindness for the rest of our lives."

Ye Tian remained silent. Even in his presence, such a terrible event had occurred.

How many more families like Ashin's were being oppressed across the Douluo Continent?

Who would heal their daughters?

Who would right their injustices?

Ye Tian forced himself not to dwell on such thoughts. The immediate priority was to save Xiaoxin.

Saving a life required intense concentration.

He couldn't afford any distractions.

Releasing the blood clots in the cerebral cortex was only the first step.

The next challenge was sealing the ruptured vessels, an even more delicate task.

Of the six ruptured vessels, four were tiny capillaries.

Sealing them directly with the Divine Needle wouldn't be an issue.

After all, the body has thousands of capillaries; losing a few wouldn't affect its function.

However, the remaining two vessels were critical, responsible for supplying nutrients to the brain.

If those were sealed, it could result in anything from brain fog to severe cognitive impairment.

Thus, these two vessels needed to be bridged.

While bridging itself wasn't too difficult, the risk was that Xiaoxin might wake up during the process.

If she awoke, the pain caused by the Taiyi needles and the ruptured blood vessels would be excruciating.

In response to intense pain, her body would tense up.

This tension would increase blood pressure, causing even more severe bleeding at the damaged vessels.

Not even the Divine Needles could stem the flow of blood if that happened.

At that point, even a deity couldn't save her.

Therefore, in order to proceed with the bridging, Xiaoxin had to be anesthetized.

Ye Tian pondered deeply.

His villa had anesthesia, but if he went to retrieve it and came back, it might be too late for Xiaoxin.

(End of Chapter)