The crowd looked towards the dissenting voice, finding it was Zhao Xiangyuan, the haughty wealthy man.

Zhao Xiangyuan continued, "Lin Tian is just a student, and not even in the medical field. How can he join the project team to treat my son?"

This was also the doubt of Doctor Yao and Director Liang. It wasn’t that they didn’t trust Jiang Xiu Ying, but Lin Tian looked too young and not convincing enough.

"I support Elder Jiang’s decision." Dean Miao stood up assertively. Without waiting for others to question him, he continued, "You may not know, but Lin Tian’s acupuncture skill is extraordinary. At Xinghai Hospital Xikou City branch, he once treated a patient like this."

"The patient’s head was severely injured, causing intracranial bleeding and forming clots. It was a critical condition. The patient’s body couldn’t withstand surgery at that time. At such a pivotal moment, Lin Tian personally intervened, using acupuncture to heal the intracranial bleeding. Remember, no surgery — just acupuncture."

Dean Miao described Zuo Xing’er’s father’s condition at the time, feeling shocked even now as he recounted it. Others, having likely heard this for the first time, were even more astonished that acupuncture could cure intracranial bleeding.

"Dean Miao, I’m not questioning your words, but I must ask, did Lin Tian really use acupuncture to cure intracranial bleeding?" Director Liang couldn’t help but ask.

"You are all doctors; you should know that every case is documented. You can check the records now to verify my words." Dean Miao calmly addressed their doubts.

Upon hearing Dean Miao say so, they essentially believed him; the case records verify it. Dean Miao couldn’t lie. It was precisely because they believed that they were even more shocked.

Mu Binglan and others who weren’t doctors mostly felt amazed, but the doctors understood the complexity of treating intracranial bleeding, so they admired Lin Tian’s medical skills even more.

As if still worried they weren’t shocked enough, Jiang Xiu Ying continued from Dean Miao’s words, "And another thing you might not know or only heard of — Yun Hongxi from the Yun Family is already healed and back in action. He was also treated by Lin Tian."

"What? Mr. Yun was treated by him?" This time, the shocked one was Zhao Xiangyuan; he couldn’t reach the Yun Family, but he knew Yun Hongxi had been in a wheelchair for years and recently suddenly recovered. This had caused great stir among families and businesses.

A condition untreatable for over a decade, yet Lin Tian healed it — what does that imply? Other doctors might think of Lin Tian’s exceptional medical skills, but Zhao Xiangyuan, being a businessman, thought further; Lin Tian healing Yun Hongxi makes him Yun Family’s benefactor, indicating a very close relationship between Lin Tian and the Yun Family.

He couldn’t help but secretly observe Lin Tian, noticing this young man’s frightening calm composure. If it were other young people being praised so much, they’d likely have lost their cool.

Zhao Xiangyuan fell silent; Lin Tian’s achievements caused an earthquake in his mind.

"Lin Tian, I finally understand why you can enter Yunquan Villa unhindered. You are the Yun Family’s esteemed guest. No, your relationship with them must be better than anyone imagines." He Xiaofei recalled earlier events, suddenly understanding, with her heart shaken as expected.

"No wonder you taught Xiaoyi such an impressive acupoint technique. It turns out you yourself are an acupuncture expert." Mu Binglan also said with emotion.

Seeing everyone’s reactions, Xiao Manxuan felt immensely proud, though her sister always said Lin Tian loves to show off and attract women, but isn’t Lin Tian now exuding an irresistible charm?

"Does anyone else have objections to Lin Tian joining the project team?" Jiang Xiu Ying asked again, and everyone quickly shook their heads.

"Time is of the essence. Lin Tian, let’s go see the patient and plan further." Jiang Xiu Ying wanted no more explanations, inviting Lin Tian to enter the isolation room.

Xu Feibai glanced at Lin Tian and turned to leave, but left a cryptic remark: "I’m handing this over to you. I’ll find the entrance as soon as possible; do your best not to let anyone disturb me."

"Brother Lin, who is this person? Why does he seem weird?" Qiao Xiaoyi watched Xu Feibai’s departing figure, puzzled.

"He’s my soccer coach, how is he weird?" Lin Tian replied ambiguously. He wasn’t lying; right now, Xu Feibai was indeed a teacher, just not the whole truth.

Qiao Xiaoyi shook his head, pondering, "I can’t say why, but he somehow seems like Brother Lin."

Damn, Qiao Xiaoyi, your intuition is even sharper than a woman’s; not only are we alike, we are the same kind of person, no, same kind of zombies, Lin Tian thought astonishedly.

"You’re overthinking it." Lin Tian just patted his shoulder, offering no explanation and departed with Jiang Xiu Ying.

Before entering the isolation room, protective clothing must be worn per procedure. Lin Tian was not afraid of those bugs but had to wear it to avoid endless inquiries from the doctors.

Not only must protective clothing be worn, but phones can’t be taken inside. Lin Tian placed his phone in the wardrobe and was about to close it when a message alert chimed.

Seeing Dean Miao and Professor He still changing clothes, Lin Tian reopened the cabinet to check his phone.

"A message from Luoxi?" Lin Tian was slightly surprised when seeing the sender.

"Lin Tian, I’ve received a report from Ning Wenbin. The situation is getting out of control. I must contact the Zhang Family or Li Qingyun. You have to keep an eye on this situation here for now. If anything happens, Thunder Wolf can be at your command."

This was Ning Luoxi’s entire message, revealing the gravity of the situation.

"Lin Tian, let’s go." Professor He, having put on protective clothing, called out. Lin Tian secured his phone and went out with Dean Miao and Professor He.

Only Lin Tian, Jiang Xiu Ying, Dean Miao, Professor He, and Director Liang went into the isolation room; Xiao Manxuan and others could only watch from outside, even Zhao Xiangyuan couldn’t enter. Knowing Lin Tian’s identity, his arrogance greatly reduced.

The isolation room was even quieter than outside; even the faint sounds of instruments could be heard. Yet, the lighting inside the isolation room was sufficient, clearly designed for dealing with bugs.

Zhao Weitao lay on the hospital bed, occasionally convulsing, appearing quite unwell. His hair was shaved to prevent more parasites from hiding.

Once a handsome, wealthy man with fashionable hairstyle, now reduced to such a tragic state, especially his scalp, it was swollen, blistered in places, the blisters nearly transparent, vaguely visible within were black spots.

Lin Tian knew these black spots weren’t bugs, but bug eggs bred by parasites. Such a sight would probably haunt a regular person’s dreams, who knows what psychological impact this had on the young nurse shaving his head.