Chapter Seven: Though He Is Frail, He Is Truly Hard to Kill

Noon.

Xu Wenyao slumped into a chair in the hallway, looking as if he had aged more than a decade in an instant.

"Principal Xu, why don't you go back and get some rest? We can keep watch here."

He Bingbing had already slept for a night, having rotated shifts with her colleagues. However, Xu Wenyao and Yang Kang had remained at the door the entire time, their eyes bloodshot from exhaustion.

Xu Wenyao shook his head. "I've waited this long; a little longer won't hurt. No matter what the outcome is, I want to confirm it myself."

Hearing this, the audience in the livestream sighed.

"Why bother now? If they had just spoken to the student properly, it wouldn't have come to this."

"Actually, you can't really blame the instructor. Who would have guessed that a raised voice could give someone a heart attack?"

"I suspect our teachers are watching the stream too; they’ve all been speaking much more softly during lectures this morning."

"This guy single-handedly forced every teacher to become soft-spoken. Incredible!"

"The surgery has been going on for over ten hours. Is it supposed to take that long? Has the kid already kicked the bucket?"

"Unlikely. If he had, they would have rolled him out already. The longer the surgery takes, the more hope there is."

Just as this comment scrolled by, the doors to the operating room swung open. Li Guotai and a group of senior professors emerged, wiping sweat from their brows as they hurried toward the offices, deep in heated debate.

Xu Wenyao and the others stood up quickly, but the group seemed not to notice them, too engrossed in their argument.

"I have never seen such an absurd case. Fortunately, I recorded the entire procedure. I’m going back to write the paper now, and none of you are to touch it!"

"Nonsense! We performed the surgery together; why should you get all the credit for the research?"

"Exactly! If it weren't for my precision in the bypass, would his oxygen saturation have improved so quickly?"

"Stop bragging. His oxygen saturation was at a level that should have been fatal. The fact that he survived must be due to some specific factor, which has nothing to do with how fast you did the bypass."

Seeing the professors about to walk away, Xu Wenyao rushed forward and called out to Li Guotai. "Dean Li, what is Wu Bin's condition? Was the surgery a success?"

Li Guotai slapped his forehead and smiled. "Rest assured, the surgery was a success! This kid is incredibly lucky. There were several emergencies during the procedure that we thought would surely be the end of him. But he managed to pull through every single time!"

He Bingbing, realizing this was prime material for the broadcast, stepped forward to ask for details. "Dean Li, could you tell us more about those emergencies?"

"Certainly," Li Guotai said, beaming with excitement. "Right after Principal Xu signed the consent forms, Wu Bin's oxygen saturation dropped to 20 percent. Humans—and their organs—need oxygen to survive. When oxygen saturation falls below 20 percent, you could say that all the organs in the body are effectively suffocating. This leads to irreversible damage and potential organ failure or brain death. We honestly thought he had no chance of even making it onto the operating table, yet he managed to hold on with just 20 percent oxygen until we successfully completed the first cardiac bypass! It’s incredibly rare—absolutely the first case of its kind in the world!"

Seeing Li Guotai, who had been operating for over a dozen hours, still glowing with such energy, the onlookers finally realized just how miraculous it was that someone could survive with an oxygen saturation of 20.

The viewers in the livestream began sending gifts in waves.

"He survived with 20 percent oxygen? Is he even human?"

"No wonder these professors are so excited. To medical professionals, this is like finding a treasure."

"The difficulty of this surgery was equivalent to snatching someone back from the jaws of death."

"King of the Underworld: 'The other party has withdrawn a college student.'"

"His ancestors must be pulling strings in the afterlife. They’ve probably spent centuries of savings on this."

"Ancestors: 'He's the only college student in our family; he can't die!'"

"Is this the modern college student? Fragile, but hard to kill."

Seeing the popularity of the stream jump by another 30,000, He Bingbing was delighted. "Dean Li, besides the low oxygen, were there other complications during the surgery?"

"Oh, plenty," Li Guotai said, counting on his fingers. "Arterial spasms, ventricular fibrillation, cardiac arrest, arrhythmia... You could say that during this one surgery alone, Wu Bin gave our cardiac surgeons a real education. His condition followed the textbooks perfectly—it’s of immense clinical value!"

He Bingbing was left stunned, not knowing whether to congratulate Li Guotai or pity Wu Bin. The poor boy just wanted to have hot pot in his dorm, and look what happened.

Xu Wenyao didn't care about the technicalities; he only cared about the result. He asked with trepidation, "Dean Li, just tell me straight—is Wu Bin's heart condition cured?"

Li Guotai nodded. "Strangely enough, after we completed the three bypasses, his blood vessels seemed to clear up on their own. According to the latest reports, Wu Bin's heart is now even stronger than that of a professional athlete! That’s the part we can't figure out, which is why those old folks ran off to write papers without even sleeping. If we can discover the reason behind his heart's resilience, it will lead to a major breakthrough in cardiac medicine for our country!"

Hearing this, Xu Wenyao could hardly believe his ears. It was absurd—completely unbelievable! One moment, a shout from his instructor could send him to the emergency room, and the next, he was being told the student's heart was stronger than an athlete's? What kind of international joke was this?

The viewers in the stream were equally incredulous.

"Is this fake? A heart that just went through surgery is stronger than a normal person's?"

"If anyone else said that, I’d doubt it, but this is Li Guotai speaking!"

"Exactly. Look at the excitement on those professors' faces; they aren't acting. This surgery really was extraordinary."

"This kid's ancestors must be high-ranking officials in the underworld, otherwise, he wouldn't be this tough."

"Is this what they call 'a blessing in disguise'? This is insane."

"Wait, do you hear that sound? It sounds like a drum."

It wasn't just the viewers who heard it; Xu Wenyao and the others heard it too. They turned toward the direction of the sound and saw nurses pushing Wu Bin out of the operating room.