"Then you have to be careful. If you need help, call me at any time." Deacon Ninth said.
Yang Fei nodded slightly, then hung up the phone, found some gasoline from the house, poured it on several members, and lit it on fire in the next second, blazing fire burned in the house.
"Falcon, erase all the videos of me entering the house and coming to this street." Yang Fei ordered, and then quickly ran back to the original street.
There are still a large number of police officers there to collect evidence, and Wang Minting has been sent to the hospital. Yang Fei picked a police car and quickly sped towards the location of the People's Hospital. What he was most worried about now was Wang Minting's safety.
Pressing the accelerator to the bottom, Yang Fei arrived at the People's Hospital in just ten minutes and rushed in quickly. There were many police officers inside. Yang Fei inquired and soon arrived at the emergency room where Wang Minting was.
Wang Ting and Wu Yang were waiting outside anxiously. Yang Fei asked: "How is the situation?"
"They are still being rescued inside. The specific situation is not clear yet." Wang Ting is now very worried.
"Click" At this moment, the door of the operating room opened. This time, Bai Gang performed the operation himself, but when he came out, his face was full of exhaustion and helplessness.
"Dean Bai, how is my daughter?" Wang Ting immediately stepped forward and asked.
"My condolences." Bai Gang patted Wang Ting on the shoulder. Those two simple words made Wang Ting feel like he was hit hard.
"This is impossible. My daughter will not die. How could this happen? Dean Bai, please try again. My daughter will definitely be rescued." This news was like a bolt from the blue. Wang Ting grabbed Bai Gang's hand.
Hands.
"I'll go in and take a look." Yang Fei's face darkened and he walked to the operating room.
Wang Minting was lying on the rescue table, and her heartbeat was indeed gone.
"It's impossible to save her. She has multiple gunshot wounds on her body, she lost too much blood, and the rescue was not done in time." Bai Gang shook his head.
"Even if I risk my life, I, Yang Fei, will rescue her and give her a blood transfusion." Yang Fei shouted these words, then came to Wang Minting's side, waved his hand, and dozens of golden needles of different sizes appeared in his palms.
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"The heartbeat has stopped. It seems that the only way to use the fourth holy art of healing ghosts taught by the teacher is to lock the pulse points with gold needles and stimulate the heart to start pacing."
Yang Fei quickly took action, inserted five golden needles around Wang Minting's heart, and then used the golden needles to stimulate the heart nerves. This method was exactly the same as the previous two rescues of Mo Yuyan and Chen Rui.
"Is it okay to use that method?" Wang Ting also came to the operating room, looked at Yang Fei's movements, and asked nervously.
"I think there should be no problem. I have seen him use this method to resuscitate the patient's heart."
Bai Gang was very surprised by Yang Fei's stimulation method because he had never seen it before. If there were no successful cases, he would definitely think that Yang Fei was crazy.
"Beep! Beep!" Three minutes later, the heartbeat monitor that originally sounded the emergency alarm returned to a gentle tone and became wavy.
"The patient's heartbeat has recovered!" There were some doctors and nurses inside. They united at the same time and shouted: "This, this is incredible."
"Take the bullet and suture the wound." Yang Fei's face was very calm and he was not disturbed by the outside world. He turned his palm and a scalpel appeared in his hand and immediately started to take the bullet for Wang Minting.
The technique looked very skillful, the knife seemed to be part of Yang Fei's body, and the bullet was not taken out without causing any big wounds.
"What a superb knife technique. It can minimize wounds and reduce blood loss. Even I can't match it." Bai Gang couldn't help but exclaimed.
