Chapter Thirty-One: Devastating Blow

The large sheet of iron was kicked off Miss Shang’s shoulder by Lu Hao’s foot. The wound was at least five or six centimeters deep.

“To be honest, Miss Shang is truly fortunate. Suffering such a severe injury without massive blood loss, and still holding on until she met me,” he remarked. “If she were sent to any general hospital right now, she likely wouldn’t survive. It has to be me.” Lu Hao waved his hand as he spoke.

By now, the heavy iron sheet had fallen to the ground with a resounding clang. Immediately, blood began to flow from Miss Shang’s shoulder. The wound was so wide and raw that, though the blood did not gush as it would from a severed artery, it seeped out visibly.

“Quick, hand me the silver needles!” Lu Hao called out.

After receiving the needles from two nurses, Lu Hao acted swiftly, scattering some hastily mixed medicinal powder around the wound. The bright red flesh was soon covered by a dark green remedy. The nurses nearby were stunned; they had never seen such treatment before. But not being doctors themselves, they dared not question him.

All of this unfolded before Wu Li, the assistant chief, whose eyes missed nothing.

Lu Hao then took out a black surgical suture he had prepared in advance and began to stitch on her shoulder, the needlework weaving in and out like butterflies among flowers. This was a secret suture technique passed down in the Azure Dragon tradition, ensuring the wound would not split open and would heal quickly—without leaving any scar.

Lu Hao’s hands moved so fast they blurred, reminiscent of the martial arts prowess seen only in television dramas—his speed defied comprehension.

In the blink of an eye, Miss Shang’s wound was nearly completely sutured. Normally, once such a foreign object was removed from a wound of this nature, catastrophic bleeding would ensue, putting the patient’s life in immediate danger.

However, it was clear Lu Hao was not merely suturing the skin; he had perfectly stitched together every intricate blood vessel and muscle, leaving nothing undone.

No matter how advanced the world’s top medical teams or state-of-the-art nanotechnology, none could have matched what Lu Hao accomplished in the same timeframe. Witnessed by others, this would surely be hailed as one of the eight miracles of modern medicine.

“Bring me Hemostop!” he ordered. “Now, it’s time to handle the leg wound.”

Though she possessed a pair of slender, straight, perfect, silky, and utterly seductive supermodel legs, the multiple fractures and injuries across her body had utterly destroyed any vestige of their beauty. The worst injuries were the iron sheet nearly severing her shoulder and a skin laceration almost twenty centimeters wide across her thigh. The skin on her leg hung off, ghastly to behold.

“Miss Shang, it’s your luck to have met me. If it were anyone else, you could forget about keeping this piece of skin intact,” Lu Hao said, taking Hemostop from a nurse. Applying the same miraculous technique, he began to suture the wound.

“No, her skin is still missing a piece,” he muttered, his face darkening after stitching up the horrific gash. He could not fully cover the wound. A large patch of raw, bloody muscle—about the size of a fist—remained exposed.

“Hurry! Go to the village where they just slaughtered a pig and buy a piece of fresh pigskin! The freshest, from the pig’s hindquarters! Don’t scald it, don’t wash it, just bring it here as-is!” Lu Hao instructed the nurses.

“What?” The two young nurses thought they must have misheard. Wasn’t this supposed to be medical treatment? Why was he now asking for pigskin?

“Don’t worry about it. Without this pigskin, in this weather, her wound will be infected before she even regains consciousness. By then, treatment will be troublesome and might even affect the surrounding skin,” Lu Hao explained.

With his command given, one nurse hurried off to procure the pigskin. Meanwhile, Wu Li was on the verge of panic but could do nothing but watch as Lu Hao carried out his “treatment” on her young mistress, whose lower half was covered only by a tattered towel. She regretted her decision deeply, realizing she should never have brought Miss Shang to the nearest place after the car accident out of fear for her safety.

This young doctor was no proper physician—he was a madman! Using pigskin to treat her mistress! Miss Shang was the heiress of the Shang Group, worth billions on her own. If anything happened to her, they would all be doomed. But what could she do?

Soon, the nurse returned with the fresh pigskin. Lu Hao inspected it, found no issues, disinfected it with a secret Azure Dragon method, and swiftly stitched it onto Miss Shang’s thigh, covering the grisly wound so it was no longer so terrifying to behold.

“All right, now comes the most troublesome part,” Lu Hao said, shaking his head and stretching his limbs.

It was time to address Miss Shang’s multiple bone fractures. These injuries were the most severe; one could imagine countless tiny shards and jagged nails exploding inside one’s body—what a nightmare that would be.

The bones are the hardest structures in the human body, ensuring our mobility and shielding us from harm. But once shattered, bone fragments can pierce vessels and muscles, sometimes endangering life itself. Fractures caused by car accidents or falls are especially dangerous; handled poorly, death could occur on the spot.

Thus, treating multiple fractures across the body was far more complex than handling her shoulder wound. Some areas would even require incision.

Without X-rays or advanced instruments, such treatment would be almost impossible.

“Go buy me a hammer and a chisel. Without those, I’m afraid I won’t be able to remove the bone fragments by hand,” Lu Hao instructed again.

“A hammer and a chisel?” The two nurses were once more astounded.

It was one thing to stitch on pigskin, but now he wanted to use a hammer and chisel? Was this murder?

“What’s wrong? Haven’t you seen what orthopedic surgeons use? Hurry, don’t waste time. I suspect she has bone fragments pressing on her carotid artery. If we don’t act fast, her life is still in danger.”