Chapter 98: Shen Manwen’s Showdown
No anesthetic?
The corners of Hu Sanqiang’s mouth twitched, and he forced a smile. "Xiaoyuan, I haven’t offended you, have I? I can’t help but feel like you’re trying to get some revenge on me."
Hu Yidao, who was standing nearby, understood Cheng Yuan’s intention. He chided, "The Third, even the best anesthetic will have some effect on your nervous system. Your aptitude is better than mine, so why have you been unable to become an Innate Grandmaster? Isn’t it because the bullet is compressing your nervous system? If you use anesthetic, even after the bullet is removed, your nervous system will still be affected. You’ll be fated to never become an Innate Grandmaster in this lifetime!"
Cheng Yuan nodded slightly. "Big Uncle is right."
Hu Sanqiang gritted his teeth. "Alright then. Lord Guan could play chess without batting an eye while his bone was being scraped clean. I can’t compare to Lord Guan, but it’s just a little cut, isn’t it? I can take it! Old Niu, get me a wet towel!"
"Hahaha..."
Cheng Yuan couldn’t help but laugh out loud.
"Third Uncle, it’s not that dramatic. There’s no need for a wet towel. I guarantee you won’t feel a thing."
No pain at all??
Hu Sanqiang looked at Cheng Yuan, confused. "Aren’t you not giving me anesthesia? How could it not hurt?"
"I just said I wasn’t using anesthetic drugs. I never said I wouldn’t use physical anesthesia!"
Physical anesthesia?
Everyone was a bit baffled.
Cheng Yuan grinned, and with a thought, he pulled a handful of Silver Needles from his clothes.
FWIP FWIP FWIP FWIP!
Hu Sanqiang was turned into a pincushion!
As more and more Silver Needles were inserted, Hu Sanqiang’s nervous system was sealed off, and his neurons gradually stopped firing!
Cheng Yuan raised a hand and pinched Hu Sanqiang. "Third Uncle, do you feel that?"
Hu Sanqiang was stunned for a moment. "How can this be? I don’t feel any pain at all!"
"This is physical anesthesia. I used the Silver Needles to temporarily block the pathways that neurons use to transmit signals."
Hu Sanqiang and Hu Yidao looked at each other in astonishment. This technique was incredible—and immensely valuable to a Martial Artist!
Many talented Martial Artists had suffered a decline in aptitude, their Cultivation stagnating or even regressing, simply because they had surgery in a hospital after a serious injury and the anesthetic had damaged their nervous system.
With physical anesthesia, a genius could preserve their natural talent, and their Cultivation progress wouldn’t be affected!
"Xiaoyuan, I’m ready."
Cheng Yuan nodded slightly, activated his Double Pupil, and instantly used his X-ray Vision on Hu Sanqiang’s body, seeing the position of the bullet, Meridians, blood vessels, and nerves.
Cheng Yuan picked up a Bone-Cutting Blade, gave it a simple sterilization, and held it over Hu Sanqiang’s back, measuring and calculating the angle and force of the cut.
Soon, Cheng Yuan found the right angle and plunged the blade in!
The Bone-Cutting Blade was extremely sharp, instantly piercing a dozen or so centimeters deep!
The few girls present didn’t dare to watch. Only Hu Yidao and Hu Shishi stared without blinking.
Niu Fu, standing nearby, was very perceptive. He quickly grabbed some hemostatic gauze, ready to help Cheng Yuan wipe away blood or stop the bleeding.
However, Niu Fu froze. The Third Master had clearly been stabbed, but there wasn’t a single sign of bleeding.
The tip of the Bone-Cutting Blade had passed between two blood vessels and three nerves, perfectly avoiding them and accurately finding the bullet.
SHLICK! Cheng Yuan made another cut.
The two cuts formed a cross shape, once again perfectly avoiding the blood vessels and nerves.
Cheng Yuan put down the Bone-Cutting Blade and picked up a pair of sterilized small tweezers. With his other hand, he held the wound open and inserted the tweezers inside.
It took less than a minute.
Cheng Yuan extracted the bullet with the small tweezers.
Cheng Yuan picked up a suture needle, threaded it with lightning speed, and stitched up the wound in a flash.
"Big Uncle, I’m going to remove the needles now. Please help Third Uncle by applying some Golden Sore Medicine and using gauze to stop the bleeding."
"Alright!"
Although Hu Sanqiang’s wound showed no signs of bleeding, Hu Yidao still quickly took out the Golden Sore Medicine.
Hu Sanqiang’s nervous system was blocked, and he couldn’t feel a thing. He subconsciously asked, "Xiaoyuan, why are you taking the needles out already? Aren’t you going to take the bullet out?"
"I already took it out."
As he spoke, Cheng Yuan held up the bullet with the tweezers to show Hu Sanqiang.
Hu Sanqiang was dumbfounded. "No way! You got the bullet out in less than a minute?"
Hu Yidao gave a wry smile. "It was a bit fast, I’ll admit. Xiaoyuan made two cuts on your back, then pulled the bullet out with tweezers."
Hu Sanqiang’s mouth twitched uncontrollably. This was just too incredible!
He had been to all the major hospitals in the country, but because the bullet’s location was too precarious, the doctors all advised him against surgery for the time being, telling him to wait for future technological advancements.
But Cheng Yuan, without any high-tech equipment, had operated directly with a blade!
What kind of medical skill and courage was this?
"Xiaoyuan, are my blood vessels and nerves alright?"
"Don’t worry. As soon as I take out the needles, you’ll be able to feel for yourself."
With that, Cheng Yuan quickly removed the needles.
Cheng Yuan had avoided the major blood vessels, but the capillaries were unavoidable.
Hu Sanqiang’s wound immediately began to ooze blood. Hu Yidao quickly applied the Golden Sore Medicine and pressed down firmly on the wound with hemostatic gauze.
At that moment, the block on his nervous system was lifted.
A second later, Hu Sanqiang suddenly felt an excruciating pain, and beads of cold sweat broke out on his forehead.
’It’s so painful!’
Ever since the bullet started pressing on his nerves, he hadn’t experienced pain of this intensity. Every time he felt pain, it was always somewhat dull and muffled.
But now, there was nothing dull about it. It was pure, sharp pain—the kind that was crystal clear!
Hu Sanqiang was sure, absolutely positive, that his nervous system had completely recovered!
Forcing himself to endure the pain, Hu Sanqiang gave Cheng Yuan a deep bow. "Xiaoyuan, words can’t express my gratitude. From now on, if you ever need anything, just ask your Third Uncle! I’d go through hell and high water for you without a second thought!"
"Third Uncle, you’re being too polite. You just had surgery. Even though it was a minor one, you still need to rest."
"Okay."
Hu Duoduo helped Hu Sanqiang go rest, while the ever-considerate Hu Jingjing tactfully suggested it was time for her to leave.
Hu Yidao smiled. "Shishi, this is Xiaoyuan’s first time in the Provincial City. Why don’t you show him and Manwen around."
"Okay!"
After bidding farewell to Hu Yidao, Shen Manwen finally relaxed a little. The presence of an Innate Grandmaster was just too powerful; she had barely dared to speak.
Once in the front courtyard, Shen Manwen affectionately linked her arm with Hu Shishi’s. "Sister Shishi, where’s the restroom?"
Hu Shishi found this strange. Manwen had played at the Hu Mansion since she was a child; how could she not know where the restroom was?
’Manwen must have something she wants to say.’
"Cheng Yuan, I’m taking Manwen to the restroom. Are you coming?"
"I already went just now. I’ll wait for you here."
Soon, the two women were in the restroom. Hu Shishi looked at Shen Manwen with a scrutinizing gaze. "Manwen, what did you want to talk to me about? You can say it now."
Shen Manwen bit her lip, then looked up, meeting Hu Shishi’s gaze with great courage. "Sister Shishi, what you said earlier... that you weren’t willing to share a man with someone else... were you serious?"
Hu Shishi raised an eyebrow. "Manwen, you too?"
"Yes, I like Cheng Yuan too! I’ve liked him since the first time I saw him!"