Urban Super Soldier King-Chapter 830: He Still Has a Ray of Hope

At this moment, Wu Yue was the calmest. She understood Xiang Yu’s skills well; an ordinary person would never be able to hurt him.

Since the opponent had managed to stab Xiang Yu with his own dagger, it was enough to show that the opponent was an expert.

But if the opponent was such an expert, why would they stab the knife in this particular spot? It made no sense at all.

Wu Yue had heard of certain secret methods before, but those were merely legends and she had never seen anyone use them.

"Wait for a moment," Wu Yue called out.

But no one paid attention to her. Right now, everyone had lost their rationality, especially Tie Zhuzi, who was shouting madly with an irrational look on his face.

Seeing that she couldn’t rely on them, Wu Yue grabbed the dagger lodged in Xiang Yu’s body with her right hand and yanked it out forcefully.

Feng Lan, who was kneeling nearby, didn’t understand what Wu Yue was doing, but she didn’t stop her. After all, Xiang Yu was already dead—pulling the dagger out wouldn’t make a difference.

However, as the dagger was pulled free, a jet of blood erupted from the wound. Logically speaking, when a person dies and their heart stops beating, their blood should begin to clot and couldn’t possibly gush out like this.

Witnessing this scene, Wu Yue’s face showed a hint of surprise. She quickly placed her hand on Xiang Yu’s neck to check his pulse.

"Xiang Yu is not dead!" Wu Yue shouted excitedly. She could feel it—his pulse, though weak, was beginning to beat slowly.

By all accounts, this was impossible, yet faced with the undeniable evidence, she had no choice but to believe it.

"What did you say?" Feng Lan exclaimed, her face full of surprise.

"Quick, perform artificial respiration! He still has a chance!" Wu Yue urgently said as she gazed at Xiang Yu. His physiological condition was extremely fragile and needed external assistance to sustain his organs.

Feng Lan, still in disbelief, touched the carotid artery on Xiang Yu’s neck. Though faint, she could feel it pulsating.

Without hesitation, Feng Lan leaned down and began administering artificial respiration to Xiang Yu.

From a distance, Xiao Xuan saw their actions and crawled toward them. He realized his body was completely drained of strength and was on the verge of collapse.

After a few rounds of artificial respiration, Xiang Yu’s pulse strengthened slightly but remained incredibly weak, as though it could stop beating at any moment.

Wu Yue then began rhythmic chest compressions on Xiang Yu, but his chest muscles and bones were so robust that she couldn’t press down effectively.

It was the first time she had seen muscles like this on a human.

"Tie Zhuzi, you try!" Wu Yue shouted urgently. This was the critical juncture in saving Xiang Yu, and there couldn’t be room for error.

"I’ll do it!" Xiao Xuan gritted his teeth, forcing himself to stay focused. Tie Zhuzi was strong but lacked control of his strength.

Xiao Xuan had received training in this area, and although he was thoroughly exhausted, he bit down hard and mustered his remaining energy.

With professional technique, Xiao Xuan rhythmically applied pressure to Xiang Yu’s chest. The method proved effective, and Xiang Yu’s pulse started to visibly strengthen.

"Wuuu..." Seeing Xiang Yu’s heartbeat return, Feng Lan began sobbing again, overcome with grief.

Tie Zhuzi stopped shouting and stood there nervously, not knowing what to do.

Despite her astonishment, Wu Yue managed to keep her composure. She called the hospital and informed them of the emergency. It seemed Xiang Yu wasn’t going to die after all. Was this a sheer coincidence, or had the opponent struck that vital spot intentionally? Either way, the blow had landed on the crucial junction between life and death.

If she were the one wielding the knife, there was no way she’d have had the technique to execute such precision. She didn’t understand such complexities, and even now, knowing what she did, she’d still fail to achieve this.

It would take extraordinary skill in knife fighting to accomplish such precision.

After performing the rescue measures, the four of them slumped to the ground, exhausted. Meanwhile, Xiang Yu’s breathing began to stabilize.

Xiao Xuan tore off part of his clothing to bandage Xiang Yu’s wounds, ensuring he wouldn’t lose too much blood. He pulled out his phone and made a call.

Xiang Yu’s blood was as rare as the rarest panda blood—almost impossible to find.

About ten minutes later, the ambulance screamed into the scene and swiftly carried Xiang Yu and the others onboard.

On the way to the hospital, several nurses provided Xiang Yu with basic emergency treatment. When they saw the scars criss-crossing his torso, they froze in shock.

Almost instinctively, they glanced toward Tie Zhuzi and the others, realizing that these people weren’t ordinary. They wisely chose to stay silent.

At the hospital, Xiang Yu was hurriedly wheeled into the operating room while Tie Zhuzi and the others waited anxiously outside.

During this time, Wu Yue’s phone rang several times. She never answered and promptly hung up each time.

The calls were from Shi Jian. Given Xiang Yu’s uncertain fate, Wu Yue didn’t want Shi Jian to worry unnecessarily, nor did she feel comfortable deceiving him—so she simply chose not to answer.

Inside the operating room, two chief surgeons and over ten assistants stared at Xiang Yu’s injuries, their jaws dropping in astonishment.

Never had they seen someone with such extraordinary resilience. Normally, injuries like these would result in immediate death, yet Xiang Yu still had a faint heartbeat. This was beyond comprehension.

One gunshot wound, a mere two centimeters from the heart. One knife wound, precisely piercing the critical life-death juncture.

The medical team worked frantically, sweating profusely. Even now, Xiang Yu’s heart could stop beating at any time.

The lead surgeon, with decades of experience, had never felt this kind of tension before.

"His heart function is deteriorating," one of the nurses said nervously.

"Quick, administer a stimulant!" an elderly doctor commanded.

The nurse injected a dose, but the effect was barely noticeable.

"Inject again," the elderly man ordered, his hands trembling from nervousness.

Xiang Yu’s resilience was so incredible that a single dose was insignificant. It became clear that the anesthesia they’d administered earlier was similarly ineffective; they simply couldn’t sedate him.

In their years of practice, none of them had encountered a body so extraordinarily strong.

The nurse administered five consecutive doses of stimulants before Xiang Yu’s heart function showed slight improvement.

The elderly doctor, seeing Xiang Yu’s condition stabilize slightly, immediately began surgery. There was no time for additional anesthesia.

Time was life, especially in moments like this—it was critical. Minute by minute passed, and outside the operating room, Tie Zhuzi and the others waited anxiously.

Ten hours went by, and the surgery remained ongoing.

Outside the operating room, Wu Yue sat gripping her hands tightly. If Xiang Yu couldn’t be saved, she would never forgive herself for her entire lifetime.

If it weren’t for her own recklessness, Xiang Yu wouldn’t have come here alone. It was all her fault. If, back then, she had listened to Xiang Yu and left with Feng Lan, perhaps Xiang Yu wouldn’t be lying here like this.

Her fingernails had pierced her palms, but she didn’t feel the pain. Especially as she looked at Tie Zhuzi and Xiao Xuan sitting on the floor, her guilt only deepened.

She could sense the brotherhood they shared. If they cared this much for Xiang Yu, then surely Shi Jian must also share the same bond. If Shi Jian knew about Xiang Yu’s uncertain fate, surely he’d be devastated as well...