<h4>Chapter 86: Chapter 0086: One Hundred Percent</h4><h4></h4>


    The big screen disyed a heart diagram, which Chu Ge nced at but ignored... since he actually couldn’t understand it at all; after all, he relied entirely on the True Qi within his body to save people.


    However, Zhong Quan’s eyes lit up upon seeing his reaction. Pointing at the heart picture, he asked: "Do you even know what Mr. Mu’s current condition is?"


    Chu Ge was startled by the question, looked at Zhang Chenggong, and shook his head, "Dean Zhang didn’t have a chance to tell me when I arrived."


    "Didn’t have a chance to say?"


    Everyone stared at Chu Ge with wide eyes. Zhong Quan sneered first, breaking the silence: "You don’t even fully understand Mr. Mu’s health condition, and you still want to take the lead?"


    At this, the jeering in the room intensified, with some of the more temperamental people already preparing to call security to remove him.


    Zhong Quan pressed on triumphantly, looking at Chu Ge with a sly smile: "You said a three percent sess rate is too low, so I’d like to know, Great Doctor Chu, what is your sess rate?"


    Mu Bingtong also looked at him, seeking an answer.


    Chu Ge replied without a moment’s hesitation, looking at them: "One hundred percent!"


    Zhong Quan was startled, as if he had heard wrong, and cleared his ears, moving closer: "What... What did you just say? What’s the sess rate?"


    This time Chu Ge didn’t look at him. Instead, he turned his gaze to everyone in the conference room: "I said, I am one hundred percent confident that I can fully cure Mr. Mu!"


    This moment left not only the doctors present dumbstruck but even Zhang Chenggong himself. Although he had witnessed Chu Ge’s methods before, he still felt that the im was overly bold!


    "Bullshit!" An old doctor mmed his hand on the table, trembling as he pointed at Chu Ge: "Security... Security! Throw this nonsense-spouting kid out!"


    "Great Divine Doctor, you better think clearly!" Zhong Quan warned Chu Ge with a tone of intimidation and mockery: "If you insist on handling the surgery and something happens to Mr. Mu, it won’t be called a medical incident, it’ll be considered intentional murder! You’ll have to bear the criminal charges."


    "Dean, what are you hesitating for? Kick this kid out!" the old doctors roared in anger, but despite the pressure, Zhang Chenggong looked unsettled yet resolutely stood behind Chu Ge. And, of course, Mu Bingtong did as well.


    Chu Ge surveyed the room in silence before suddenly asking Zhong Quan: "And what if I seed, what then?"


    "You seed?" Zhong Quanughed as if he heard the joke of the century, "Hahaha... hahaha! Did you hear that? This kid actually deludes himself that he can seed? Do you think this is like buying a lottery ticket? That just treating yields a chance at sess?"


    Throughout this, Chu Ge remained expressionless.


    Finally, Zhong Quan’sughter ceased, and he pointed at the screen on the wall: "If you really can cure Mr. Mu, I’ll eat this big screen right here in front of everyone!"


    "I hope you don’t forget your words when the timees."


    Just as Zhong Quan sneered, ready to say more, the conference room door was pushed open, and a panting nurse ran in: "Dean... Dean, there’s trouble!"


    "What happened?" Zhang Chenggong’s expression suddenly tensed, sensing a bad premonition.


    However, the words from the nurse confirmed his fears: "The patient surnamed Mu’s condition has worsened. The blood vessels inside his heart have ruptured, and he is bleeding profusely!"


    "What?"


    Everyone stood up, hurrying out the door behind the nurse in a panic.


    Mu Bingtong’s face turned pale, but Chu Ge extended his arm and gently ced it on her shoulder: "Don’t worry, I’m here, your father will be fine."


    Hearing the gentle voice in her ear, for some reason, Mu Bingtong suddenly felt a sense of calm wash over her.


    She looked up at Chu Ge and nodded firmly: "I believe in you!"


    Zhong Quangged a few steps behind, intending to have a few words with Mu Bingtong first, but just then he saw this scene and couldn’t help feeling a burning jealousy, muttering: "Hmph, ignorant kid, soon I’ll show you the difference between the useless and the elite!"


    The emergency room was not far from the conference room, and with the dean leading the way, it took less than three minutes to reach the entrance, where the light above the door had already turned red.


    A blood-covered person came out of the emergency room, just having removed his mask, and hurried over to meet Zhang Chenggong: "Dean Zhang!"


    "How is the patient?"


    "Very critical!" the bloodstained doctor said gravely: "The patient’s vital signs are fading, we must arrange surgery immediately!"


    "Immediate surgery?" Zhong Quan’s eyes widened: "But, our surgical team hasn’t been decided yet..."


    "Mr. Chu?" Zhang Chenggong cut him off directly, cautiously asking Chu Ge.


    "I will do it," Chu Ge nodded then prepared to enter the emergency room.


    This time, not a single person spoke. Instead, they looked at Chu Ge with schadenfreude.


    If previously a three percent chance of sess existed, now, with the patient’s heart bleeding out, there wasn’t even one percent of a chance left; it was essentially surgery with a death sentence!


    No one present wanted to be involved, and now that this foolish youth dared to step up, there would be no further objections.


    However, the previously blood-smeared doctor was stunned, giving Chu Ge a thorough look and asked Zhang Chenggong somewhat bafflingly: "Dean Zhang, what do you mean by this?"


    "Xiao Li, don’t worry about the rest," Zhang Chenggong patted the doctor’s shoulder and called out to Chu Ge’s back: "Do you need an assistant?"


    "No need," Chu Ge waved his hand without turning back, "Also, do me a favor, have everyone leave the emergency room."


    No one objected anymore, and things moved efficiently. In just a few minutes, the emergency room was cleared out. The group of doctors also returned to the conference room, including Mu Bingtong, all staring intently at the big screen inside.


    The screen disyed the scene from the emergency room where Mu Changgey on the hospital bed, blood steadily flowing from his nostrils and mouth, staining the surgery table red.


    On the nearby machine monitoring heartbeat, every few seconds, the line would barely peak once.


    "We’re done for, there’s really no way to turn this around!" an old doctormented, shaking his head: "If not for that kid, we could have settled on a rescue team just now and had some chance."