Making you a son-in-law is not about making you conquer the world.

At this moment, Poker Face's situation was quite bad; otherwise, the officer wouldn't have let a young punk practice on him, even though it was a last resort.

Lin Ping immediately turned on the X-ray function and found that the other person's coronary arteries were completely blocked by platelets, and couldn't help but sigh.

A doctor should have a compassionate heart; he shouldn't delay the best time for treatment in order to achieve a better appearance.

But there was nothing that could be done about it. If Doctor Zhang hadn't vouched for him, the officer would never have let him do it.

Lin Ping took a deep breath, trying to relax his body. He couldn't afford to make a mistake. Then, he used all the speed he had gained from being single for over twenty years to pull out the thirteen gold needles in one go, and then disdainfully threw them on the ground.

These golden needles are a symbol of Kang Ping's status, and for Lin Ping to throw them on the ground like this is a great insult.

"Bring me a silver needle!" Lin Ping stretched out a hand, his gaze fixed on the poker-faced man's chest.

This isn't Jiangcheng Prefecture. Without Li Mingxuan by my side, no one will listen to his orders.

The situation wasn't entirely like that. Li Yongnian promptly offered a silver needle and volunteered to act as Lin Ping's assistant. He clearly remembered the scene when Lin Ping used the Seven Ghost Needles, which was truly a case of bringing the dead back to life.

"Young Master Lin, is one silver needle enough?" Li Yongnian asked doubtfully, seemingly having never heard of a needle technique using only one needle.

Lin Ping nodded and quickly inserted the silver needles under the skin of Li Yongnian's chest, gradually deepening the insertion.

"Are you crazy! You can't insert a needle into the heart meridian more than an inch. Are you trying to kill Lord Qi?" Kang Ping said relentlessly, and even Li Yongnian thought there was some truth to it.

The heart is located four centimeters below the skin, slightly more than an inch; any deeper and it could be life-threatening.

"If you can do it, then do it; if you can't, then shut up," Lin Ping snapped. He hated being disturbed when he was saving someone.

The officer seemed to be clinging to Lin Ping as a lifeline, holding a curved knife and blocking Kang Ping's way, completely disregarding the other party's reputation as a divine physician.

Nonsense! You have nothing but empty reputation. If you, Kang Ping, could really save Lord Qi, why would you have waited until now?

The officers and soldiers were quite pragmatic and didn't like to believe hearsay.

To be honest, Lin Ping was also a little flustered. After all, the silver needles had already touched his heart, and he had to activate the functions of his left and right eyes to the maximum to try to avoid damaging his heart tissue.

Clearly, Lin Ping wanted to use silver needles to clear the blockage in Poker Face's blood vessels and then perform chest and lung resuscitation. If things went well, the other person would be safe and sound; if not, he would probably remain unconscious.

Even with today's advanced medical technology, the success rate of such a delicate surgery is not very high.

Lin Ping wanted to thank the "golden finger" that he had looked down on for a time, as it was at least a great tool for performing surgery.

With intense concentration, Lin Ping broke out in a sweat, gently twisting the silver needles between his two fingers, clearing away the blockages in the blood vessels bit by bit.

The whole process only took half a minute, and he had to give it his all; if he continued to drag it out, Poker Face would surely be doomed.

After a series of fluid movements, Lin Ping pulled out the silver needles, slightly raised his head, and his almost bulging left eye startled everyone.

Microscopes achieve zoom by changing the thickness of convex lenses. When Lin Ping fully opens the microscope, the effect is quite frightening.

He didn't care about anything else, and while withdrawing the microscopic effect, he straightened his posture while pressing the chest.

This is physically demanding work; even a young man might not be able to perform a chest compression independently.

Lin Ping placed his palm on Poker Face's chest, straightened his arms, and pressed down rhythmically with all his might.

For chest and lung resuscitation to be effective, the pressure must be applied at least an inch, or even enough to break the victim's ribs.

After pressing the pressure point more than ten times, Lin Ping was exhausted and his expression became extremely serious.

The onlookers were also on tenterhooks, but seeing his skillful movements and the intricate procedures, they gained a bit more confidence.

dong dong dong...

A faint heartbeat came from the chest of the poker-faced man, and Lin Ping wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and revealed a faint smile.

Li Yongnian, being the closest, sensed the change in the poker face and immediately placed his hand on the other person's wrist, involuntarily screaming, "There's a pulse! There really is a pulse!"

Although he knew Lin Ping was a highly skilled doctor, the poker face had no pulse, and Li Yongnian was also very worried, even having some doubts. No wonder he was so excited.

"Impossible, absolutely impossible!" Kang Ping still didn't believe it. He had already sentenced Poker Face to death. If he couldn't save someone, how could Lin Ping, a mere young upstart, possibly save him?

However, when he took the other person's pulse, his mouth gaped open, he plopped down on the ground, and kept muttering, "How is this possible? How is this possible?"

The onlookers held their breath, quietly waiting for the poker-faced man to wake up, all staring at Lin Ping with astonished eyes, as if they were looking up to a god.

The officers and soldiers immediately became much more respectful, and asked excitedly, "Young Master Lin, when will my master wake up?"

"Perhaps within three finger snaps, or perhaps he will never wake up," Lin Ping said leisurely, holding up three fingers.

Although Poker Face had a heartbeat, he couldn't breathe on his own and needed an external breath, which is artificial respiration.

The clerk was terrified. Three snaps of the fingers was an extremely short time, and he absolutely could not miss it. He asked anxiously, "Please speak frankly, Young Master Lin."

Lin Ping turned around, looked at Wang Ba, and said coldly, "As long as Young Master Wang kneels down and kowtows to me three times, Lord Qi will wake up."

"Don't even think about it!" Wang Ba retorted angrily. How could he possibly kowtow to Lin Ping willingly?

Besides, the tough talk has already been made, wouldn't it be a huge loss of face to back down now?

"Damn it, kneel down before Young Master Lin!" A soldier struck Wang Ba's shin with a stick, making a cracking sound.

Wang Ba was in so much pain that he could no longer stand up, so he obediently knelt in front of Lin Ping.

"Kneel down now, or I'll chop you up!" the officer said angrily. At this point, he had nothing to fear; saving Poker Face was the most important thing right now.

Wang Ba, having grasped the current situation, and not wanting Poker Face to die, slammed his forehead hard against the floor and whispered, "I was wrong, I beg Young Master Lin for forgiveness."

"What did you say? I can't hear you." Lin Ping turned to the side, put his hand to his ear, and pretended that he couldn't hear.

"I was wrong, I beg Young Master Lin for forgiveness!" Wang Ba shouted hysterically, as if venting his anger.

"Who are you?" Lin Ping continued.

“I’m a turtle!” the other person continued.

Upon hearing this, everyone burst into laughter, remembering Wang Ba's disheveled appearance.

"That's right..." Lin Ping nodded in satisfaction and said, "It's very simple to wake up Lord Qi. Just breathe on his mouth."

"Go quickly!" The clerk kicked Wang Ba in the butt. To be honest, he thought this was a life-extending spell, and that breathing on Poker Face would cost him his lifespan.

Left with no other choice, Wang Ba reluctantly breathed a small breath onto Poker Face, mouth to mouth, in an effort to minimize the loss of his lifespan.

This small breath had a huge effect; Poker Face actually opened his eyes in full view of everyone.