Urban Miracle Doctor-Chapter 169: Deadly Aura

The military-clad man on the helicopter was also looking at Qin Han with a shocked face. In the military, there were quite a few who could hand-over-hand climb up a helicopter using a rope, but there was not a single one who could do it as effortlessly as Qin Han.

This man must be a Martial Artist!

At first, when the military-clad man saw Qin Han’s young face on the helicopter, he wondered if the higher-ups were in such a medical emergency that they were grasping at straws. If so many renowned doctors in the capital couldn’t solve the problem, could this young man do any better?

However, after seeing the way Qin Han boarded the helicopter, the military-clad man immediately put away his scorn. In the world of Martial Artists, too many impossibilities existed. Many of the young-looking Martial Artists were actually decades old.

"This is truly a matter of life and death, my apologies!" The military-clad man gave a shout, pulled hard, and closed the helicopter door.

The helicopter flew over the skies of Zhongzhou, speeding toward the direction of the capital.

On the rooftop of the capital hospital, the helicopter once again lowered the rope. As the military-clad man was preparing to fast rope down, he stood agape, watching as Qin Han jumped straight from the helicopter.

This was a drop of over ten meters! He just jumped down like that?

By the time the military-clad man landed, he found Qin Han already waiting for him at the entrance to the rooftop. Without any small talk, the two headed straight into the staircase.

Walking through the hospital corridor, seeing a guard post every few steps, and the doctors looking like they were facing a major crisis, Qin Han thought to himself, "It seems the patient is no ordinary person."

But Qin Han wasn’t overly surprised. In his past life, he had dealt with countless high-ranking officials; such an arrangement didn’t faze him.

At this moment, the elderly man on the hospital bed had already lost consciousness, his heart rate was also dropping, and a ventilator had been placed over his mouth.

"Why hasn’t the Divine Doctor arrived yet?" A middle-aged man paced back and forth anxiously in the sickroom, constantly looking toward the door, unable to help shouting out loud.

Qin Han, who had just reached a spot a few meters from the sickroom, heard the voice, and with a flicker, he was inside the room.

The guards at the door only saw a blur as Qin Han disappeared before their eyes, then reappeared inside the sickroom.

"Zhang Lao!" Qin Han nodded at Zhang Henian.

Zhang Henian bowed to Qin Han and said respectfully, "We are in your debt, Mr. Qin!"

"No need for formalities!" replied Qin Han flatly.

It was only then that the others in the sickroom noticed a young man appeared out of nowhere, and while they were still in shock, Qin Han had already walked up to the hospital bed.

"Is this the Divine Doctor? Such a young Divine Doctor?" the doctors in the sickroom began murmuring among themselves.

Zhang Henian looked at them proudly. If even Qin Han couldn’t handle it, then probably no one in the entire Dragon Nation could.

Upon seeing Qin Han’s face, the middle-aged man was slightly taken aback, but recalling that Zhang Henian would never joke about his father’s life, he hurriedly said with utmost respect, "I implore you, sir, to save my father."

"First, go stand over there," Qin Han waved his hand and said indifferently.

The middle-aged man, being the second in command in the capital, could be considered an important official, and he couldn’t remember the last time he had been ordered around like this. However, in this moment, he didn’t care, knowing Qin Han was anxious to treat his father.

At this time, the military-clad man who had accompanied Qin Han walked into the room, surprised to see Qin Han already at the bedside, and said, "That was quick, wasn’t it?"

Just now, as he and Qin Han walked to this end of the floor, he saw Qin Han disappear in the blink of an eye. He hadn’t expected that Qin Han had already entered the ward. This meant that the seemingly impregnable defenses, in the eyes of Qin Han, were simply non-existent.

"Who exactly is this person?" the man in military uniform asked, clearly shaken.

Looking at the man in military uniform’s expression, the middle-aged man furrowed his brow and asked, "What exactly happened?"

The man in military uniform then relayed the events from when he went to meet Qin Han, how Qin Han boarded the helicopter, and how he had vanished in front of his eyes only to appear in the ward afterward.

Upon hearing this, the middle-aged man, looking at Qin Han’s figure in front of the sickbed, felt a surge of hope where there had been none before.

Initially, the middle-aged man had felt uncomfortable seeing how young Qin Han was, but since he had been introduced by Zhang Henian and none of the doctors present had any solutions, they had no choice but to let Qin Han try.

Now, listening to the military man’s account, setting aside how skilled Qin Han’s medical skills were, his martial arts alone were certainly extraordinary.

At this moment, Qin Han stood in front of the sickbed, looking at the elderly man who was at death’s door, and frowned. However, he soon resumed his calm demeanor.

He positioned his feet in a stance and gently swept his hands parallel to each other around the elderly man.

Suddenly, the monitoring equipment attached to the elderly patient buzzed as all of his vital signs began to slowly improve, with his heart rate, which had been below thirty, also returning to normal.

Even the old man’s eyes showed signs of a slight tremor, as if he were about to open them.

"My God, is this a miracle?" an elderly doctor asked in awe, watching the scene before him, then he babbled,

"He has actually changed Mr. Ming’s vitality!"

"A miracle, a miracle indeed! The legends are true! The legends are true!"

Although Zhang Henian had already witnessed Qin Han’s medical skills, he was still shocked in this moment.

"Silence!" Qin Han said without looking back.

The doctors by his side immediately realized their impropriety and promptly fell silent.

Ming Xizhi, unfamiliar with medical techniques, was still excited to hear what the elderly doctor had said. If this doctor praised him, then it was clear that Qin Han’s medical skills were indeed superior to his own.

The better Qin Han’s medical skills, the greater the likelihood of his father’s recovery.

"Dr. Wang, what did you mean just now when you said he has changed Mr. Ming’s ’qi’?" a younger doctor whispered inquiringly.

"There’s a saying that when someone’s medical skills reach a certain level, they can change a person’s ’qi’ in an instant, saving them from the intangible. This may sound profound and mysterious. You can think of it as the Divine Doctor being present to ward off evil and retreat from harm," the elderly doctor explained in a low voice.

"Dr. Zhang, please remain. The rest of you, please leave," Qin Han said indifferently.

He had heard the elderly doctor’s words, but what he mentioned about warding off evil was too far-fetched for his taste. These were misconceptions passed down by people. When a person is close to death, a deathly energy emerges that is invisible, but Qin Han could feel it.

What Qin Han had done was simply to disperse this deathly energy with his Inner Strength. Even a peak martial artist could do this; there was nothing praiseworthy about it. ƒreeωebnovel.ƈom

However, to the layperson, such techniques remained incomprehensible.