A Matrilocal Husband's Counterattack

Chapter 97: He Sat Up

The Life-Death Jade consists of seven pieces of vitality and seven pieces of killing intent.

When Ethan treated himself, saved his mother, and helped Cici, he used up all seven pieces of vitality, forcing him to learn medical skills to accumulate more.

After a month of hard work, saving Andrew Brooks, Victor Blacke, and others, he finally managed to gather seven pieces of vitality again—only to use them all up in one go tonight.

He felt a bit frustrated.

However, Ethan was also curious to see whether the seven pieces of vitality could bring a "dead man" back to life.

White light continuously surged into Raymond Yates' body.

Although the instruments had been removed by the nurse, Ethan could clearly sense that Raymond, whose vital signs were nearly at zero, was gradually showing signs of life.

Internal injuries were also slowly healing.

But since Raymond didn't wake up immediately, Ethan started to worry—could it be that seven pieces of vitality weren't enough to save him?

Thinking of this, Ethan quickly took out his silver needles and began to perform the "Nine Palaces Reviving Needle" technique on Raymond Yates.

"Seventy percent chance? Acupuncture? Nonsense!"

The cold and beautiful female doctor was furious: "Brain death—how could he possibly be saved? And with traditional Chinese medicine?"

"Young man, now is not the time for your theatrics."

"Get out of here right now, or I'll call the police and have you arrested."

In her eyes, not only was Ethan causing trouble, but he was also embarrassing the doctors present. Still, she didn't step forward to stop him, fearing the Yates family might think she had ulterior motives.

She looked at Jack Yates: "Chief Yates, Director Yates has died tragically enough. Must he still be humiliated like this?"

Several senior police officers also couldn't stand it any longer and couldn't help but say:

"Chief Yates, let Director Yates rest in peace."

Jack Yates' expression was complicated. He hoped Ethan could bring his brother back to life, but judging by the doctors' words, it seemed his brother was indeed dead.

No matter how skilled Ethan was, he couldn't possibly bring the dead back to life—especially with silver needles. At the very least, they needed blood transfusions, electric shocks, or something similar.

It seemed he had really been grasping at straws, viewing Ethan as a savior.

He staggered to Ethan and said, "Ethan, thank you, but let my brother go peacefully..."

"Give me thirty minutes."

Without even looking up, Ethan responded calmly to Jack Yates: "In half an hour, I'll give you a miracle."

Jack Yates was slightly taken aback, surprised by Ethan's confidence.

"Thirty minutes? Even if I gave you three hours, you couldn't bring Director Yates back to life."

The cold and beautiful doctor scolded angrily: "Young man, can you stop causing trouble?"

"Your disruption not only makes things difficult for us but is also deeply disrespectful to Director Yates."

Her brows furrowed as she glared at Ethan: "We are the top doctors in this hospital. If we declare Director Yates dead, not even a god could save him."

Several nurses also looked at Ethan with disdain, feeling he was just being absurd.