Fortunately, Zhang Yang had kept his canvas bag with him the whole time; it contained many of his essential belongings.

He pulled out his needle case. Supporting Mi Lan with one arm, Zhang Yang selected two silver needles and swiftly inserted them into crucial acupoints. He followed this by applying several more needles to other critical spots across her body, causing every needle tip to hum and vibrate faintly.

“Mi Xue, call and get an ambulance!”

Having done all this, Zhang Yang finally spoke softly. By now, Zhang Jing had stopped screaming. She, her father, and Liu Fei stared wide-eyed at Zhang Yang, taking in this unbelievable scene.

“Yes, call an ambulance, quickly, call an ambulance! Mi Lan has heart disease! Her medication, where is her medication?”

Zhang Chenggong finally snapped back to reality, shouting frantically as he paced back and forth.

Worry had clearly muddled his thinking; his intense concern for his loved one was only causing greater chaos, making him less composed than Liu Fei or the others.

“Uncle, please don’t worry, Auntie will absolutely be fine!”

Liu Fei quickly moved to comfort Zhang Chenggong. Zhang Jing, having regained her composure, rushed to Zhang Yang’s side, her hands twisting nervously, unsure how to properly attend to her mother.

“Uncle-in-law, Auntie will be fine. You don’t know, Zhang Yang is an incredible doctor—he’s a miracle worker!”

Mi Xue stood near Zhang Chenggong, whispering reassurances. Zhang Chenggong nodded repeatedly, though it was unclear if he truly believed Mi Xue’s words.

“What, what is happening?”

Zhang Jing’s piercing cry had attracted a few neighbors. Two who arrived paused, stunned by the tableau before them.

Gao Qiang, seated right outside the door across the hall, simply stood with his mouth agape, utterly motionless.

“Xiao Jing, tidy up the room. I’ll have your mother lie down first.”

Zhang Yang instructed quietly. He was currently using his inner Neijin to support Mi Lan; this was not the primal energy of Heaven and Earth, which he dared not apply directly to Mi Lan, a mere mortal who couldn’t withstand it.

Sustaining a person like this drained considerable Neijin. Thankfully, Zhang Yang’s internal reserves were deep, so he could manage for the moment.

However, being witnessed in such a state was bound to invite questions. Zhang Yang had already used his needling technique to stabilize Mi Lan’s condition—she had suffered minor cardiovascular ruptures, which the needles could treat, though much slower than surgery.

Modern medicine had its merits, and Zhang Yang held no prejudice against it; he practiced a synthesis of Eastern and Western methods. For him, the choice was always based on efficiency.

Zhang Jing, now fully recovered, rushed into the room to prepare the bed.

Liu Fei followed to assist her, while Mi Xue attended to Zhang Chenggong, ensuring he didn't spiral further into distress.

After gently lowering Mi Lan, Zhang Yang let out a soft breath.

A seemingly ordinary family dinner had been shattered by sudden calamity. Yet, a flicker of relief warmed Mi Xue’s heart; thankfully, Gao Qiang had chosen this very day to cause trouble.

Had Zhang Yang not been present, even Mi Xue herself couldn’t have saved Zhang Jing with the necessary speed. She was nowhere near as powerful as Zhang Yang, and tragedy might have ensued.

Without Zhang Yang, Mi Lan’s sudden cardiac event could have resulted in an even greater catastrophe, potentially dissolving the family entirely.

The ambulance arrived swiftly; the location wasn't far from the hospital.

Accompanying the ambulance were police cars.

Liu Fei had called the police. He didn't know Gao Qiang’s background, but regardless of who the assailant was, attempting to murder his girlfriend with a blade was unforgivable.

Reporting it was indeed the best course of action.

With the police present, not everyone could accompany Mi Lan to the hospital. Zhang Jing and Liu Fei remained behind; Zhang Jing, as the primary victim, needed to give the officers a clear account.

The rest headed to the hospital.

During their depositions, Zhang Jing and Liu Fei struggled with one point: how Zhang Yang, who had been eating with them, suddenly appeared at the door and disarmed the dagger aimed at Zhang Jing.

Neither could recall when Zhang Yang had moved to the entrance; they could only offer vague approximations.

Fortunately, Gao Qiang confessed to everything. The dagger was traced to a local general store, sharpened on his home whetstone, bearing his fingerprints, and the stone itself showed signs of recent use. In this era, many homes still possessed those older grinding stones, unlike in later times.

With evidence and testimony secured, matters became straightforward. Gao Qiang was detained temporarily, and Zhang Jing was released to rush to the hospital.

The incident naturally alerted Gao Qiang’s parents.

However, the police precinct hesitated to intervene based on connections. While Gao Qiang’s father was indeed a vice president of a bank, the reporting party, Liu Fei, worked for the municipal government—specifically, as a driver for a high-ranking official. They dared not slight such an individual.

At the hospital, Mi Lan was already wheeled into surgery.

The best surgeon at this facility was tasked with the operation. When Zhang Jing arrived, Zhang Yang and Mi Xue were seated outside, joined by three strangers: Long Feng, Long Cheng, and Qu Meilan, who had also arrived.

Mi Lan’s condition was critical. The standard on-call doctors couldn't handle a procedure of this nature, and the sooner it was done, the better. Zhang Yang had nearly insisted on operating himself.

Alas, this wasn't Changjing, and they would never permit a stranger into the operating theater.

Ultimately, Zhang Yang contacted Long Cheng, leveraging the resources of the Long family’s outer circle to bring in the hospital’s top specialist in cardiovascular and neurological procedures.

Unable to enter the OR, Zhang Yang had to entrust the task to their personnel.

Before the specialist entered, Zhang Yang briefly outlined the situation, then waited outside with the others.

The cardiac event triggered by Mi Lan’s shock was severe—arguably the most life-threatening variety, capable of causing immediate fatality.

Fortunately, Zhang Yang’s initial intervention stabilized her; now, her condition was comparable to a standard heart ailment, making the surgery relatively routine, requiring careful execution rather than extraordinary skill.

Having clarified the details, Zhang Yang relaxed and joined the others in comforting Zhang Chenggong.

“Dad, how is Mom?”

Zhang Jing burst into the waiting area and immediately rushed to her father, anxiously questioning him. She had wanted to leave during the statement, but the officers wouldn't release her until the testimony was complete.

“Xiao Jing, quiet down. The doctor is operating. Zhang Yang said she will be fine, don’t worry,” Mi Xue said softly. Zhang Jing immediately hugged Mi Xue’s arm, nodding vigorously.

Though she didn't understand Zhang Yang’s medical prowess, she knew he had saved her; without him, she might well be a corpse now.

And it was Zhang Yang who had previously saved her mother. She didn't know how, but she had witnessed him magically levitate her mother mid-air with one hand.

A comatose person possesses no muscle control; even four people couldn't hold Mi Lan as steadily as Zhang Yang did while supporting her.

That memory deeply shook her, making her realize Zhang Yang was far from ordinary. This was why, when Mi Xue spoke, she calmed down so quickly; she now held immense faith in him.

Time dragged on. Another hour passed.

The surgery had now run for nearly three hours. While complex cardiac procedures often took extended periods, Mi Lan had already received preliminary treatment from Zhang Yang, meaning the surgery was only a quick repair, not requiring such duration. Even accounting for preparation, two hours should have sufficed. This extended time worried him.

Suddenly, Zhang Yang turned his head, staring fixedly at the operating room doors.

Soon, the doors were pushed open, and a doctor emerged, pausing at the threshold.

“Who is Mi Lan’s family?”

The doctor asked in a low, emotionless, cold tone.

“I am!”

“And me!”

Zhang Chenggong and Zhang Jing both sprang to their feet and hurried toward the doctor.

“Doctor, how is my wife?”

“Doctor, the patient inside is my mother. Is she alright?”

Both questioned anxiously. Zhang Yang frowned, glancing back toward the OR, suddenly gripped by a terrible premonition.

In his past life, he had been a vice president at a major hospital and had extensive medical experience; in this life, he had interned at the Third Hospital. He understood hospital protocols intimately. Reporting good news was never delivered with that tone.

“I’m sorry, we did everything we could.”

The doctor gently shook his head. His words made Zhang Jing and Zhang Chenggong freeze instantly.

Even Mi Xue’s eyes widened in disbelief. How could there be an issue after Zhang Yang personally intervened? She had witnessed his miraculous healing countless times—the kind that could pull back the recently deceased. With Zhang Yang present, how could her aunt be dead? Mi Xue couldn't process it.

Long Feng and Long Cheng shared Mi Xue’s expression. They hadn't known the preceding events, but once they arrived at the hospital, everything became clear. Long Cheng had inwardly mused over the sheer good fortune of this family encountering Zhang Yang. With him around, even Death would struggle to claim a soul.

“No, Doctor, tell me, this is impossible! My mother will be fine, she has to be fine!”

Zhang Jing suddenly grabbed the doctor’s gown, crying out. The doctor, about to speak again, immediately clamped his mouth shut; this level of breakdown made further conversation impossible. Zhang Jing was completely shattered.

“Nonsense! This was not a complex procedure. How could you possibly botch it this badly?”

Staring at the doctor, Zhang Yang’s expression grew frigid. He abruptly strode toward the operating room entrance, his voice sharp with rebuke as he walked.

Zhang Yang understood Mi Lan’s situation better than anyone. Even if the surgery failed, it shouldn't have become life-threatening. The doctor’s statement suggested an utterly disastrous outcome. Zhang Yang didn't need to guess; something unexpected and severe must have occurred to yield this result.