Chapter 539 The Clown Is Actually Myself

Lin Fan’s request was simple: during his resuscitation process, no one could make a sound and disturb him.

"If anyone makes a noise and it affects my rescue, then that person will be responsible for the consequences, which involves a human life! If anyone feels they can’t control themselves, please leave now!" Lin Fan said.

The crowd whispered among themselves.

"This guy is trying to shift the blame, isn’t he!"

"This old man can’t be saved anyway, and he knows it, so he’s trying to find someone to blame!"

"So let’s not make any noise. Just watch quietly. In case he insists that we’ve disturbed him just because of talking, that would be so damn unjust."

Sure enough, although there were many questions, everyone quieted down for a moment.

Some even feared that their breathing would be criticized by Lin Fan, so they adjusted it and tried to hold their breath.

Lin Fan was satisfied with this result. With just one sentence, he made everyone silent. He had tactically used their unwillingness to be blamed.

Lin Fan was finally about to start the rescue.

On site, a group of medical students and a bunch of medical authorities were watching this rescue.

They had previously watched Doctor Guo Yu’s surgery, and although it ended in failure, they all praised Guo Yu highly.

Now it was Lin Fan’s turn, but their attitudes had completely changed, showing disdain in their eyes.

To them, Lin Fan was simply messing about and acting recklessly!

The person was already dead; it was impossible to bring him back. Lin Fan was making a joke of himself, and they couldn’t wait to ridicule him. Once Lin Fan failed, it was foreseeable that his joke would spread everywhere.

"I want to see, with everyone silent, who he will blame!"

"This guy is really ridiculous. Look at his outfit, he’s a deliveryman, isn’t he!"

"A deliveryman doing a doctor’s job? How funny is that!"

"I’m just waiting for him to fail because he’s bound to fail. How could a dead person be brought back to life!"

Though they kept silent, these were their basic thoughts.

No one believed Lin Fan could really bring a dead person back to life. They were all waiting to see him make a fool of himself.

Lin Fan raised his head and said to Zhou Nanhua, "I have one more request: I need the assistance of these nurses to help with the resuscitation."

In surgery, there is usually the lead surgeon, the assistant surgeon, and then a group of nurses ready for orders.

Lin Fan now wanted to use this group of nurses.

Zhou Nanhua said, "No problem. You are now the lead surgeon, and you can command them."

Lin Fan smiled and said, "I believe the nurses here are all well-trained and, with their professional mission, will do their utmost to assist me."

This remark flattered the nurses, ensuring that no one dared to slight Lin Fan.

Lin Fan finally began to treat Lin Dawei.

Guo Yu sneered internally; this Lin Fan was doing something impossible. What kind of madness had seized him? Annoyingly, even the dean had agreed to this.

While Guo Yu was displeased, Lin Fan had already started, with medical skills quick as lightning...

Unlike when rescuing the food delivery man, where Lin Fan could manage alone, he now needed the help of well-trained nurses, following his instructions.

Lin Fan commenced the rescue, using a scalpel and constantly asking nurses to hand over various medications and instruments.

Observation room.

The authorities watching this scene shook their heads one by one, expressing denial towards Lin Fan.

"This person is named Lin Fan, right? He’s simply acting recklessly!"

"From his movements, he doesn’t look like someone who studied medicine!"

"This person is really about to make a fool of himself. With so many industry elites watching, he’ll end up as everyone’s laughingstock."

Given Lin Fan’s level, it would be strange if he could save someone.

"Dean Zhou, I think this is a waste of manpower and resources. If this guy’s surgery fails, how will you handle it?" someone asked Zhou Nanhua.

Zhou Nanhua said, "What else can be done? If he’s able to bring the person back, then all’s well. If not, it’ll be nothing short of a joke."

"I must admit, he moves quite fast, which is impressive in its own right. Maybe he does have something, after all," someone expressed curiosity about Lin Fan.

But it was immediately met with ridicule.

"What’s the difference between moving fast and having medical skills? No matter how fast he moves, it doesn’t prove he understands medicine!"

"Exactly, it doesn’t prove anything!"

"No need to say more, let’s just wait for him to embarrass himself because it’s a hundred percent certain. In the end, as long as no one’s revived, it’s enough."

The crowd, either verbally or in their hearts, underestimated Lin Fan, considering themselves as the true professionals; what was Lin Fan compared to them!

Time continued to pass, and Lin Fan was now busy beyond measure, continually applying various rescue methods to Lin Dawei.

This surgery was not favored from the beginning.

But Lin Fan didn’t care about others’ opinions. He didn’t have time to speculate on what others thought. He had only one thought: no matter what, he had to save Lin Dawei.

Lin Fan focused intently on the surgery, and the onlookers, initially contemptuous, gradually fell silent.

First came the incredible realization in someone’s mind.

Lin Fan’s medical skills, at first glance, indeed seemed unreasonable and not like those of someone with medical knowledge. But if you paid close attention and watched for a while, you’d naturally understand how exceptional Lin Fan was.

It’s like a calligraphy master—what seems to the layman like careless handwriting, random scribbling with no rules or beauty, still preferable are neat, square characters.

But once those laymen learn a bit about calligraphy, and then look again at the master’s wild cursive works, they can see the depth and know where the mastery lies.

This is actually a matter of skill level.

Even those in the observation room—people considered authorities in medicine—didn’t see it initially, but when they slowly realized Lin Fan’s brilliance, they felt more astounded.

Ordinary people don’t understand; they see grass script and dismiss it as "a mess," while experts would kneel and sing its praises.

"I never dreamed that this surgery would actually seem to be well done."

"Is he doing it intentionally or unintentionally?"

"I actually think he’s doing a good job."

"Could the dead really come back to life? If he knew his uncle was dead, any rational person wouldn’t go to these lengths."

"It’s over the top!"

In the observation room, these medical authority figures saw the issue faster than the medical students.

They initially mocked Lin Fan’s medical skills for having no rules, not seeming like someone who knew medicine.

But in the end, they realized the joke was on them.

They thought Lin Fan’s medical skills were lacking, mocked him, only to find out their own skills fell far short of Lin Fan’s!