Chapter Seventeen: Let Me Do It After All

Watching the medical staff busy drawing blood, Qin Tian sat leisurely on a chair, pondering what scheme might lurk behind this incident.

If the purpose of the unknown beast attacking people was to spread a virus, then whoever was behind it must be truly malicious.

The source of the virus had yet to be found, so everything remained uncertain. The most pressing issue was to revive the injured patient.

“Be careful next time. Don’t let outsiders wander in,” Li Xiaohan said sarcastically to a medical worker as he passed Qin Tian.

“Yes, yes, I’ll be sure to watch out next time,” the staff member nodded hastily.

Qin Tian pursed his lips as if he hadn’t heard anything.

He glanced at the time; it was already past seven o’clock.

He quickly took out his phone and sent a message to Jiang Tianxiang and Jiang Yingying, telling them he wouldn’t return to the Jiang household tonight due to urgent matters, and not to worry about the horse race in twelve days—he would definitely be there.

“Want a cigarette?”

Qin Tian stepped outside for some air and found Lin Jian smoking, shaking the cigarette box at him.

“Do I look like someone who smokes?” Qin Tian rolled his eyes.

“Appearances can be deceiving,” Lin Jian shrugged.

“Are you worried about the virus?” Qin Tian asked.

“Yeah, I’ve reported it. The expert team should be here soon. The big epidemic of 2003 still feels fresh in my mind—I’m afraid that nightmare will repeat itself.”

Lin Jian took a deep drag and exhaled slowly, peering through the smoke at the world, which appeared hazy and indistinct.

“There’s nothing to worry about. It’s a small matter,” Qin Tian reassured him.

“Let’s hope so,” Lin Jian stubbed out his cigarette and tossed it into a nearby bin.

“Something’s wrong! The patient can’t hold on much longer!”

Just then, a nurse rushed out looking for Lin Jian.

“What?” Lin Jian hurriedly shoved his cigarette into his pocket and dashed into the ward.

Qin Tian followed.

Inside, the patient on the bed was convulsing, first foaming at the mouth, then vomiting dark red blood, until finally blood-tinged foam gushed forth.

Several doctors stood helpless, keeping half a meter away from the bed, afraid of catching the unknown virus.

“What’s happening now?” Lin Jian asked urgently.

Alarms blared from various machines, as if the patient’s life was slipping away.

“I’m not sure. Shortly after the blood transfusion, his vital signs started to weaken,” Li Xiaohan replied.

Sweat beads glistened on his forehead, and his expression was grim. Clearly, this situation was beyond their expectations.

“Save him, quickly!” Lin Jian shouted.

“We… we’ve really done all we can,” Li Xiaohan said, head bowed.

When a doctor speaks those words, it’s almost a death sentence—nothing more can be done.

“Try everything—keep him alive! The expert team should arrive any minute!” Lin Jian insisted.

“Fine! We’ll give him a few more injections!” Li Xiaohan gritted his teeth. If they forced it, they could buy a little time.

With enough money, a few more minutes of life could be bought, though the cost was steep—one vial might cost tens of thousands.

But this time, the fees were covered officially, so they had no worries.

“If you inject him with a stimulant, he’ll die immediately.”

Seeing Li Xiaohan readying several adrenaline syringes, Qin Tian quickly stepped in.

“Who do you think you are? Get out of the way! Someone throw him out!” Li Xiaohan’s frustration boiled over, venting it all on Qin Tian.

“Captain Lin, I’ll say this once: don’t inject the stimulant. If you don’t, he can last two more hours. If you do, he’ll die within five minutes,” Qin Tian addressed Lin Jian.

Li Xiaohan, syringe in hand, was about to inject the patient when Lin Jian shouted to stop him.

“Wait!” Lin Jian’s face was conflicted; he hesitated.

With Qin Tian’s confident manner, it didn’t look like he was bluffing, yet Qin Tian wasn’t a doctor, and there was no proof for his claim.

“If we don’t inject, how long can he last?” Lin Jian asked.

“Ten minutes at most! There’s no way he’ll last two hours!” Li Xiaohan shot Qin Tian a glance.

“Fine! Let’s wait nine minutes and see how things go!” Lin Jian said through clenched teeth.

Li Xiaohan glared at Qin Tian but obeyed Lin Jian, putting away the syringes for the moment.

The atmosphere in the ward was tense. Every second that passed, everyone’s eyes were fixed on the patient; any movement made their hearts race.

Two minutes passed—no change.

Five minutes passed—no change.

Seven minutes passed—no change.

Nine minutes passed—still no change.

Li Xiaohan stared at Qin Tian in astonishment. Could it be as Qin Tian said, that the patient could last two more hours?

“Impossible!” Li Xiaohan muttered in disbelief.

Just a few seconds after the ninth minute, the patient suddenly convulsed violently again—not just bleeding from the mouth, but spraying blood.

A mouthful of thick black blood shot out, splattering nearby medical staff and some equipment.

“Disinfect everything! I’ll inject the stimulant!” Li Xiaohan ordered.

For some reason, seeing the patient truly unable to hold on, Li Xiaohan actually felt relieved. For the first time in his medical career, he wished the patient would die quickly—just to prove his own judgment more accurate than that of a random newcomer.

“This is normal—it’s caused by the difference in air pressure between inside and outside the body. Don’t inject!” Qin Tian tried to stop him, but it was too late; he watched helplessly as the stimulant was injected.

After the injection, the patient stopped convulsing, and his complexion even regained a hint of color.

“Hmph!” Li Xiaohan snorted, looking smugly at Qin Tian.

But his satisfaction didn’t last. The patient convulsed again, even more violently than before, shaking the entire bed and dislodging several tubes.

With a splutter, the patient sprayed out another mouthful of black blood.

“What’s happening?” Li Xiaohan stood stunned, at a loss.

“What a nuisance! I told you not to inject!” Qin Tian sighed, disappointed.

“Step aside! Let me handle this!” Qin Tian pushed Li Xiaohan away, grabbed a pair of medical gloves and a tray.

He placed a firm palm on the patient’s lower abdomen.

With another splutter, the patient sprayed a third mouthful of black blood, but this time Qin Tian caught it with the tray.

Qin Tian stared gravely at the lifeless patient, making up his mind.

“With nothing left to lose, let’s try the Great Rejuvenation Technique!”