Upon arriving, Zhang Yang first saw Li Ya lying there. Li Ya was still conscious, and the girl beside him had also woken up, appearing severely frightened and sobbing uncontrollably. His car was on the periphery, having been overturned by the impact of the others, so his injuries were the least severe.

Zhang Yang observed the situation closely, secretly letting out a sigh of relief. His arm was broken, and he had fractured ribs, but thankfully, they weren't compound fractures; with proper care and rest, he would recover. His female companion next to him had a deep gash on her leg and had sustained a blow to the head, but otherwise, she was largely unharmed. Both were comparatively fortunate.

After staunching their bleeding, Zhang Yang immediately moved toward Long Cheng. Wang Chen’s condition was the worst; his leg was obviously deformed, a clear sign of a broken femur, and he was losing a significant amount of blood, his complexion alarmingly ashen.

“Zhang Yang, quickly, come look at Wang Chen!”

Long Cheng sprang up upon seeing Zhang Yang and pulled him over. Zhang Yang was now his greatest hope. He knew Zhang Yang’s medical skills were excellent; Zhang Yang had examined each of them before, and every diagnosis had been accurate. He was uncertain how effective Zhang Yang’s emergency measures would be, but until the ambulance arrived, he had no choice but to rely on him. Even a fool could see Wang Chen was in dire straits.

“Brother Cheng, don't worry, I will do my best!”

Zhang Yang’s expression grew grave. Wang Chen’s injuries were severe; by the look of him, he was already near death. Grasping Wang Chen’s hand, Zhang Yang’s brow furrowed even tighter. Wang Chen’s pulse was slow and faint; he suffered multiple fractures, considerable internal injuries, and extensive blood stagnation within his body. In this condition, it was impossible for him to last until the ambulance arrived, and even if it did, he certainly wouldn't survive the journey to the hospital. His injuries were too grievous.

Seeing Zhang Yang’s deep frown, Long Cheng grew anxious again and quickly asked, “Zhang Yang, what is it? How bad is it?”

Zhang Yang remained silent, then suddenly thrust his fingers onto Wang Chen’s neck, pressing hard twice. He swiftly opened his canvas bag, retrieved his needle case, sterilized a needle, and plunged it into Wang Chen’s body. This time, he inserted over forty needles, embedding every single one until Wang Chen’s body was trembling with the protruding steel.

Having completed this, beads of hot sweat dotted Zhang Yang’s forehead. Fortunately, his timely arrival had secured Wang Chen’s life, for now. But it was only secured; he could last a few more hours at best, given the severity of his condition.

He took out a Millennial Ginseng Pill and, without hesitation, forced it into Wang Chen’s mouth. His injuries were too catastrophic, compounded by his underlying frailty, which made his situation even more perilous. Ordinary medicinal pills would be useless now; only a spiritual treasure like the Millennial Ginseng Pill could possibly work.

“Thwack! Thwack! Thwack!”

Zhang Yang suddenly began striking a spot on Wang Chen’s body that hadn't been needled, each strike resounding loudly. The Millennial Ginseng Pill alone was insufficient; the blood stagnation and internal trauma needed immediate addressing, or they would become a major problem. Lacking surgical equipment, Zhang Yang had no choice but to forcibly use his Neijin (Internal Energy) to disperse the stagnant blood.

With every strike, he was channeling his Neijin to locate the source of the stagnation and help stabilize his internal organs. With each blow, more sweat slicked Zhang Yang’s forehead. After striking over a dozen times, Zhang Yang finally exhaled heavily. The stagnant blood within Wang Chen had finally been located, dispersed, and controlled, ceasing to pose a fatal threat.

As he let out his breath, a wisp of white vapor began to drift slowly from Zhang Yang’s head. This was the result of excessive Neijin consumption. Wang Chen’s injuries were truly overwhelming, and this was the only way Zhang Yang could save him.

“Lightning, bite him!”

Zhang Yang suddenly commanded. Lightning and Shadow had been following him faithfully; they had been squatting quietly nearby while he administered aid, understanding that Zhang Yang was engaged in serious work.

Hearing the command, Lightning paused momentarily, but then quickly hopped forward to Wang Chen’s arm and sank its teeth in. A faint tooth mark immediately appeared on Wang Chen’s arm, and the skin there swiftly darkened. Severe illness demands potent medicine, and severe injury is no different. Zhang Yang was employing poison to stimulate Wang Chen’s latent potential. The stimulation from the silver needles was no longer enough; only a life-threatening external toxin could force all of the body's functions into peak performance. He had just consumed the Millennial Ginseng Pill, so Lightning’s venom wouldn't kill him instantly, and Zhang Yang had the antidote ready. Moreover, Zhang Yang’s needles were still in place, offering multiple layers of security. Still, the action was risky. Unfortunately, Zhang Yang lacked better options; this man was ninety percent across the Bridge of Helplessness, clinging to just one last breath, so drastic measures were necessary.

As the blackness spread, Zhang Yang immediately applied the antidote to Wang Chen and gave him a Detoxification Pellet. This was an antidote Zhang Yang had specially formulated for Lightning during idle times, designed for quick reaction should Lightning accidentally bite someone. After ingesting the pellet, Wang Chen’s breathing gradually stabilized, though his face remained somewhat pale from blood loss. However, his life was definitively saved. Next, he would need surgery in a hospital to set the bones, followed by months of recuperation, and he would be fine. Zhang Yang even had methods to ensure his bone injuries healed perfectly.

While performing all this, Zhang Yang failed to notice that Long Cheng, standing nearby, had his mouth agape in sheer astonishment. During Wang Chen’s treatment, Long Cheng became certain: Zhang Yang possessed Neijin. Furthermore, Zhang Yang’s Neijin was vastly superior to his own. The ability to manifest powerful Neijin as visible white vapor rising from the head was something even some important elders in his family couldn't achieve. He didn't know the full extent of Zhang Yang’s Neijin, but he clearly understood that ten of him wouldn't match one Zhang Yang. No wonder he gained no advantage when sparring with Zhang Yang; it turned out Zhang Yang was a hidden master, far more formidable than himself. Yet, he was also puzzled. Given Zhang Yang's age, even cultivating since birth shouldn't yield such power. He simply couldn't fathom how Zhang Yang acquired such profound internal energy.

“Zhang Yang, quickly, come check on Huang Hai!”

Su Zhantao shouted from the side. Huang Hai’s Hummer had just been flipped over, and he had been pulled out of the wreckage. He was also unconscious; his vehicle had tumbled several times, ending up in the roadside ditch, making him one of the most difficult to rescue.

“Brother Cheng, don’t let anyone move him until the ambulance gets here! I’ll be right there!”

Zhang Yang rushed over. Huang Hai wasn't bleeding profusely, and he showed no obvious external injuries or fractures; he was simply deeply unconscious. Su Zhantao had urgently called for Zhang Yang immediately after rescuing him, as he had the utmost faith in Zhang Yang’s medical skills.

After taking his pulse and carefully examining Huang Hai’s condition, Zhang Yang breathed a sigh of relief. Huang Hai had been knocked unconscious by the violent G-forces of the crash; his body was fundamentally sound, though he undoubtedly sustained some internal injuries, none of which were life-threatening. Zhang Yang could wake him up anytime in his current state. However, considering the intense pain and discomfort he would experience upon waking, Zhang Yang decided against waking him immediately. Being unconscious might not be a bad thing right now; at least the pain was less severe. Compared to Wang Chen, Huang Hai was significantly better off.

Wang Chen had one foot already in the gates of the underworld; it was only through Zhang Yang’s use of spiritual medicine and Lightning’s venom that he was forcibly pulled back. Without the spiritual medicine and Lightning, Zhang Yang wouldn't have been confident in saving him. It was truly the young man’s great fortune that Zhang Yang happened to be present.

Once his three companions were stabilized, Zhang Yang immediately moved toward the other wreckage sites. This was a seven-car pileup, all traveling at high speed, and the resulting collision was catastrophic.

He first reached the vicinity of another Ferrari. Young Master Shi was there, anxiously watching a girl—the same Shao Yuping who had previously accused Zhang Yang of losing her pet sable. Shao Yuping was not in good shape; half her face was covered in blood, the gauze on her forehead soaked crimson, and she lay unconscious. Seeing her state, Zhang Yang sighed internally. This girl had poor luck recently; she seemed destined to be involved with vehicular accidents; this was the second one in just a few days.

While thinking, Zhang Yang didn’t stop, immediately kneeling to check her condition. Regardless of how she had treated him previously, she was a patient now, an injured person. As a doctor, saving lives and treating the wounded was his duty. However, he wasn’t entirely selfless; otherwise, he wouldn’t have treated his own people first before attending to these others.

Seeing someone touch Shao Yuping, Young Master Shi started sharply.

“Zhang Yang!”

Turning and recognizing him, Young Master Shi called out in surprise. Zhang Yang nodded without speaking, placing his fingers on Shao Yuping’s wrist. After taking her pulse for a while, Zhang Yang checked her eyes and other parts of her body, finally shaking his head gently. This time, she wasn't as lucky as before. The previous incident was just superficial damage; this time, she would be bedridden for a period. She had at least three broken bones, plus blood stagnation and internal injuries. Fortunately, her head seemed fine this time, unlike the previous accident where she struck it again.

“Young Master Shi, support her, and I will help clear some of her stagnant blood!”

Zhang Yang spoke softly, carefully lifting Shao Yuping. He had run out of silver needles and could only rely purely on his Neijin to assist her now.

“You… you know this?”

Young Master Shi sounded highly surprised, asking quietly as he helped support his cousin.

Zhang Yang smiled slightly and replied, “Actually, my primary profession is a doctor; I'm currently interning at a hospital!” With that, he placed his palm flat against Shao Yuping’s back. Her injuries weren't as severe as Wang Chen’s, and she didn't have as much stagnation, so Zhang Yang could fully use his Neijin to force it out. Zhang Yang’s hand resembled that of a martial arts master healing someone in a television drama; his palm pressed against Shao Yuping, and soon, a faint white mist began to materialize above Zhang Yang’s head once more. Witnessing this, Young Master Shi’s jaw dropped wide enough to swallow an egg.

Shao Yuping’s face gradually registered a trace of pain, and after a moment, she gasped and spat out a mouthful of dark, turbid blood, slowly regaining consciousness.

“Yuping, you’re awake! Are you alright?” Seeing Shao Yuping awaken, Young Master Shi forgot his shock and called out joyfully, whispering questions to her.

“My body hurts so much; I can’t move. Cousin, what happened just now?” Shao Yuping was still groggy; she couldn't clearly recall the moment before the crash.

She couldn't remember, but others did. While Zhang Yang was checking the others, in addition to Li Ya, another person slowly recounted what had just transpired. Seven cars: four belonged to the Ancient Sect faction, and the remaining three were Li Ya’s group. Their respective leaders were competing at the front, while their subordinates engaged in a rear-guard pursuit. It was a three-against-four disadvantage, placing Li Ya’s group at a numerical deficit, but they were all seasoned racers, far more experienced than the four Ancient Sect members. This somewhat compensated for the lack of numbers.

The seven vehicles fought tooth and nail, refusing to yield, following closely. Those four cars aggressively boxed in Li Ya’s group, just as they had done to Long Cheng earlier, preventing the more technically skilled Huang Hai from breaking free to aid Long Cheng. Not catching up wasn't the worst outcome; at least they were tying up the opposing force.

Unfortunately, Wang Chen was impetuous. He refused to be entangled by the tail-enders, unwilling to be suppressed by drivers new to racing—a deep humiliation for him. In his haste, he made the same decisive move Long Cheng had considered earlier. If they wanted to play rough, he would play rougher, disregarding the danger of a collision as he accelerated wildly.

However, his skill fell short of Long Cheng’s, and his control was far inferior. His vehicle wasn't a massive Land Rover like Long Cheng’s. He failed to control the car, spinning directly into the vehicle ahead, causing his car to turn sideways across the road. His spin had immediate consequences: the cars behind crashed directly into his vehicle, effectively tearing it in half. Fortunately, the trailing cars managed to swerve, avoiding the driver's seat; otherwise, Wang Chen would have been sipping tea in the underworld long before Li Ya arrived.

With three cars colliding, all were thrown clear. Given the high speeds, the other four following vehicles immediately suffered misfortunes, all being sent flying. Sparks showered as the vehicles ground against the pavement, and it was these sparks that drew the attention of Long Zheng and the Ancient Sect members ahead, who finally stopped to initiate the rescue.

As the cause of the accident was being understood, Zhang Yang quickly assessed the condition of the remaining injured parties. Two others were in serious condition. Lacking more silver needles, Zhang Yang could only exhaust his Neijin to sustain them temporarily. After completing this, just as he was nearly spent, the ambulances finally arrived.

Accompanying them were several police officers. The news of a massive multi-car pileup on the highway had terrified other drivers, prompting an urgent dispatch to investigate the situation; the police had come themselves as well. Only three ambulances arrived initially, with others en route. The three vehicles took the most severely injured—Wang Chen and the other two—first. Wang Chen required immediate surgery; he was the primary cause of the crash and the most gravely wounded.

Zhang Yang and Long Cheng followed along. Zhang Yang needed to monitor Wang Chen’s surgery. Su Zhantao and Yang Ling remained behind to look after Li Ya and Huang Hai, waiting for the subsequent ambulances. However, before leaving, Zhang Yang assured them that the two were stable; otherwise, Su Zhantao would never have trusted Zhang Yang to leave, as the condition of those two was quite alarming, and he wouldn't believe anyone else's word without Zhang Yang’s guarantee.

Once the second wave of ambulances arrived and transported everyone else, the remaining personnel gradually returned. The Highway Traffic Police had sealed off the area; such a major incident could not become public knowledge, or the newspapers would undoubtedly dissect it endlessly. Fortunately, the location was somewhat remote, with no other bystanders, making it easier to keep the matter contained.

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