parentshiftbook Chapter 58 The Lungs Contain Golden Breath!
Chapter 58 The Lungs Contain Golden Breath!
9:40 a.m.
The First People's Hospital, the dedicated rear access passage.
Normally, this place is quiet, with at most two or three medicine carts slowly passing by. The ground is clean, the corridor is long and spacious, and the incandescent light makes people's eyes feel dry.
But today is different.
The corridor was packed with people.
Several elderly men with gray hair and composed faces, wearing temporary passes around their necks, were talking in hushed tones. The hospital leaders next to them could only nod and smile, not daring to interrupt. Further inside were the hospital's vice president, director of thoracic surgery, director of anesthesiology, and several other people whose names Su Ye couldn't recall, but whose demeanor was distinguished and who were clearly high-ranking figures in the province.
Such a display is truly rare.
"Is all the monitoring equipment ready?"
"Has the blood plasma arrived?"
"Clear the upstairs corridor again; no unauthorized personnel allowed."
"Where is Old Zhou?"
Everyone was tense. Su Ye realized that he had underestimated the significance of today's surgery, which explained why Old Zhou was so serious and solemn.
Soon, the patient arrived.
The person on the stretcher was covered with a light gray blanket, with oxygen connected to their nose and a monitoring lead attached to their chest. They were excessively thin. Behind the stretcher were two people who looked like doctors, carrying medical records and imaging data. Further behind were several people who were clearly not from this hospital, dressed in plain clothes but with an extraordinary demeanor.
The vice president personally went to greet him, his voice even lower than usual.
"Old Zhou is already waiting outside the operating room." A man from the province nodded, his eyes filled with worry.
Looking at the old man, Su Ye felt an indescribable chill emanating from him.
Zhou Jingtang walked into the operating room alone.
Su Ye followed him inside.
After changing clothes, washing hands, and disinfecting, the entire operating room was completely emptied, leaving only a few key personnel.
The door closed.
The outside world seemed to be completely cut off.
The patient has been moved to the operating table.
As he got closer, Su Ye could see the appearance of this high-ranking military official more clearly.
The old man was indeed very old, with deep wrinkles on his face, a grayish-white complexion from a long illness, slightly sunken eye sockets, and dark lips, like an old lamp that was about to burn out.
Su Ye glanced at Zhou Jingtang.
The old man stood at the scalpel, his face more somber than usual, his eyes lacking their usual gentleness, replaced by an almost icy focus. He didn't say a word, but simply raised his hand and took the knife.
"Let's begin."
The knife fell.
The incision is made.
Skin, subcutaneous tissue, fascia, layer by layer, were separated. The suction device beeped softly as blood was rapidly drawn away. The exposed tissue appeared somewhat cold under the shadowless lamp.
Zhou Jingtang gently lifted the last layer of concealment.
next moment--
boom!
Everyone was instantly horrified.
A golden light flashed, and an incomparably sharp intent, like countless invisible tiny blades, burst forth from the depths of the old man's lungs, sweeping fiercely across the entire operating room. The metal instruments on the instrument table trembled in unison, emitting a dense, subtle hum.
The powerful impact instantly knocked everyone in the operating room unconscious.
"Old Zhou!" Su Ye exclaimed, but Old Zhou had already fainted.
Su Ye was stunned, his gaze fixed on the scene before him.
Just now, the instant that old scar was completely exposed, a dazzling golden light suddenly exploded from the depths of the old man's lungs, like a waning sun that had been covered in flesh and blood for too long, suddenly unleashing its sharpness. In an instant, the golden light was fully revealed, and the sharpness, mixed with a faint mist, surged out!
They lingered deep within the lungs, wisps and strands, like golden mist or razor blades, silently moving between flesh and blood. It was hard to imagine how much pain the old man was in. Whenever the old man's last breath moved slightly, that golden "mist blade" would rise and fall, its edges trembling, like a golden storm hidden in his chest, trying to cut, grind, and swallow everything around it.
The bullet fragments left in the old man's body when he was young had long been ground down by this terrifying golden aura, turning into the most insignificant wisp of golden light.
Su Ye had no doubt that if an ordinary person put their finger in, they probably wouldn't even have time to scream before their entire finger bone would be shredded to pieces by that golden aura, turning into a cloud of blood mist along with the skin and flesh.
It's extraordinary!
The old man's problem is not about bullet fragments at all!
It's a gold-type evolution!
The abnormality of the metal element caused the old man to slowly wake up. His body was already different from that of an ordinary person. The anesthetic had long since worn off. He was locked in by the metal energy within his body and could not wake up. Now that the metal energy was released, he opened his eyes, which were frighteningly sharp.
The old man noticed Zhou Jingtang, who was unconscious, and a complex expression of guilt appeared on his face.
"Old Zhou, in the end, I'm the one who tricked you. My life is probably coming to an end. It's a pity that I won't be able to see what our country will become in the future... I actually wanted to go a long time ago, but my children didn't want me to leave. In this life, I've seen everything I was supposed to see and done everything I was supposed to do. There's really nothing left for me to miss."
Just then.
His gaze suddenly paused.
"Young man, you?"
At this moment, Su Ye had already moved closer. Previously, the old man was lying down, and his limited perspective meant he couldn't see Su Ye, who was standing at the back. But now, Su Ye was right next to him, and his clear eyes were staring intently into the depths of his chest.
All the doctors in the operating room were stunned by the mysterious power within him, yet there was still a young man standing there, staring at him with a fanatical gaze. Even an old man like him, who was used to seeing big scenes, was somewhat frightened.
Su Ye's spiritual power had already silently seeped in.
"Just as I thought, the lungs contain golden energy, which is a characteristic of the evolution of golden energy. However, it still hasn't condensed into a pill. It seems that things at the level of golden pills are extremely rare. And this golden energy is extremely dense. Bullet fragments would probably have been easily crushed by it long ago..."
The old man listened to the strange young man's low murmurs and felt as if he had seen a ghost.
He knew the world was about to change.
That thick fog, the secret military research materials from those years, and the reports that couldn't be made public—all vaguely pointed to the same thing: a new change was coming, a new era that might be brilliant, but also fraught with crises, and the old world order was about to collapse.
Who exactly is he?
"Young man, do you even know where I am right now?"
The old man stared intently at Su Ye, his voice changing.
At this moment, Su Ye finally raised his head, his expression complex, and spoke softly.
"The lungs store the essence of metal."
The old man's eyes were completely stunned.