Chapter 65

In a large courtyard of a small town, Jiang Xingchen and the old man sat facing each other, their expressions grave. Du Rui Shan stood to one side, his eyes hollow and his expression sorrowful.

The reason for their solemnity was not the assassins sent by the enemy country, but rather Xinyin.

Just as they had settled into the town, Xinyin suddenly had another episode, and this time it was worse than ever. The old man's acupuncture techniques were ineffective, and it was only with the help of the Cold Origin Ice Flower that Xinyin's pain was alleviated.

The situation was extremely dire, indicating that Xinyin's condition had worsened significantly. The possibility of her living for another ten years was slim, and it might not even be that long...

"It shouldn't be like this. Xinyin's illness hasn't been long, and she has been taking the Cold Origin Ice Flower all along. My judgment shouldn't be wrong..." The old man looked puzzled, his tone filled with confusion.

Jiang Xingchen sighed inwardly, feeling a deep sense of self-reproach. The old man didn't know, but he did. Xinyin's condition had worsened entirely because of him.

These days, he had been preparing all kinds of greasy foods for her—fish, meat, scallion pancakes. Xinyin couldn't resist the temptation of delicious food and ate a lot at every meal.

In his previous life, he had always heard that certain foods were forbidden when one was ill, even for a common cold. But he never took it to heart, eating and drinking as he pleased, thinking that following the experts' advice would make life meaningless. Moreover, he had never encountered a situation where food affected his health, even drinking when he had a severe cold.

Now, he finally understood the severity of the situation. It was because of his past carelessness that Xinyin's condition had worsened. Every time he thought about it, he wanted to hit himself.

"Judging from Xinyin's condition tonight, the inflammation is already severe. If we delay any further, a perforation could be fatal!" Jiang Xingchen frowned deeply.

The only solution was surgery to remove the appendix... but he was powerless. Surgery was not like stitching a wound; it required a lot of preparation.

In his previous life, he was just an ordinary college student with limited knowledge. Even so, he knew that before surgery, the area needed to be disinfected and anesthetized, and the incision had to be precise to locate the problem... The suturing wasn't a concern, but post-operative anti-inflammatory treatment was a major issue.

Previously, he had treated martial artists who had an amazing recovery ability and could endure pain, so the anti-inflammatory effects of the hemostatic medicine were sufficient for them to heal on their own. But Xinyin was just an ordinary girl. Without anesthesia and antibiotics... In this world, it was impossible to achieve the medical environment of his previous life, and post-operative infection was almost inevitable.

Moreover, the most critical point was that he didn't even know what an appendix looked like. He couldn't just cut into her randomly...

"Ah!" The old man sighed, shaking his head, his expression filled with helplessness and unwillingness. He said softly, "For decades, I have been powerless against this terminal illness!"

"Old Master!" Du Rui Shan lunged forward, kneeling down with a thud. "You are a great physician, unmatched in your skills. You must find a way... Xinyin can't die so young, she's only seventeen!"

Du Rui Shan's emotions were intense, and his words were incoherent due to his agitation.

"I want to save her too!" The old man patted Du Rui Shan's shoulder, his voice bitter. "But I am truly powerless!"

"Lord Jiang!" Du Rui Shan, possibly in a state of confusion, turned to Jiang Xingchen after failing to get help from the old man. "Think of a way. You cured my severe injuries, so you must have a way. Even if it's just to let Xinyin live a few more years!"

"I..." Jiang Xingchen opened his mouth, about to say he couldn't, but Du Rui Shan grabbed his pant leg and shouted, "Lord Jiang, I was wrong on the road today. I should have come out to fight... But Xinyin had an episode... Please forgive me and find a way to save Xinyin. If you can make her live a few more years, Du Rui Shan's life is yours..."

As he spoke, the big man burst into tears, his face streaming with tears.

"You..." Jiang Xingchen reached out, but ultimately sighed and said, "I'll try, but I can't guarantee anything..."

Du Rui Shan's current state of mind made him feel extremely uncomfortable, reminding him of the helplessness he felt when he carried Meier through the snow to seek medical help. If Meier had a terminal illness, he would probably be no better off than Du Rui Shan.

Before he could finish speaking, the old man suddenly lifted his head, his eyes shining with a fierce light.

"Boy, do you really have a way, or are you joking!" In an instant, the old man was beside Jiang Xingchen, gripping his shoulder tightly.

"Ouch!" Jiang Xingchen cried out in pain, trying to dodge, but the old man was too fast. He realized that the old man hadn't used his full strength that night when he was caught eating.

Du Rui Shan, still kneeling, also had a gleam in his eyes, his expression instantly turning to joy: "Lord Jiang, you..."

A few words out, and he didn't know what to say next.

"Old man, let go, you're going to crush my shoulder!" Jiang Xingchen shouted, his face contorted in pain.

"Ah!" The old man finally came to his senses, quickly letting go and smiling sheepishly. "I got carried away... Look what I've done!"

He then took out a half-meter-long fine needle and, with lightning speed, stabbed Jiang Xingchen's shoulder a few times.

"Wow!" Jiang Xingchen, who had been gasping in pain, suddenly relaxed. "So amazing, it doesn't hurt anymore! This old man is incredible..."

Although he had seen the old man treat Xinyin before, the personal experience still felt somewhat unbelievable.

"Boy, tell me quickly! Do you really have a way to treat this terminal illness?" The old man asked impatiently.

Jiang Xingchen pondered for a moment and said, "I can only try, but I can't guarantee anything. If the treatment fails, it might get worse... And I need the old man's help!"

"Helping you is no problem. Tell me what to do, and I'll do it. Tell me the treatment method quickly!" The old man said urgently.

Jiang Xingchen didn't answer the old man but turned to Du Rui Shan and asked, "The chances of a successful treatment are less than 40%. Are you really sure you want to proceed?"

"Less than 40%!" Du Rui Shan was stunned, his joy instantly fading. The meaning of Jiang Xingchen's words was clear: if the treatment failed, they might have to prepare for Xinyin's funeral.

"Treat!" Before Du Rui Shan could speak, Xinyin pushed open the door and walked in, sobbing. "Brother! I really don't want to suffer like this anymore!"

Du Rui Shan was in a dilemma. This was their only hope, but if it went wrong, Xinyin might die even sooner. He couldn't make up his mind.

"Brother! I don't want to die in pain. Let Lord Jiang treat me!" Xinyin called out again.

Du Rui Shan stared at Xinyin for a moment, then clenched his teeth. "Alright! I'll trouble Lord Jiang... No matter if the treatment succeeds or fails, in the future, I, Du Rui Shan..."

"Let's not talk about that now. Get up quickly!" Jiang Xingchen gently patted Du Rui Shan's shoulder and turned to the old man, asking, "Do you have a way to make a part of the body lose sensation, feeling no touch or pain?"

The old man thought for a moment and said, "Yes! But it won't last long, at most about two months."

"Two months should be enough!" Jiang Xingchen nodded and asked, "Do you know what medicine is best for treating wound infections... something that can be placed inside the body?"

"The best is the Cold Origin Ice Flower. If it weren't so expensive, it would be included in all hemostatic medicines! It both relieves pain and prevents infection!"

"Cold Origin Ice Flower! That's it..." Jiang Xingchen's eyes lit up. He thought, "The old man said before that if Xinyin took the Cold Origin Ice Flower, she could live for ten years! This clearly means that this medicine has antibacterial and anti-inflammatory effects!"

"How do you plan to treat her?" The old man couldn't hold back and asked again.

Jiang Xingchen smiled and said, "I need to think more! The treatment isn't something that can be done in a couple of days. There's a lot of preparation needed!"

"Uh! Is this kid really thinking? Is he just trying to tease me!" The old man cursed inwardly and glared at Jiang Xingchen. His heart was indeed on edge, feeling as if a small hand was grabbing his heart. However, seeing Jiang Xingchen's calm demeanor, he ultimately sighed and sat back down.

After that, Jiang Xingchen told Xinyin to stay calm, not to be nervous or agitated, and had Du Rui Shan take her back to her room.

As soon as the Du siblings left, someone came to visit. It was the lord of the small town.

Jiang Xingchen had been personally rewarded by the Duke of Dingbei at the pre-selection for the dance and song, and his reputation in Hongyuan City was soaring. The lord, of course, knew this. When he heard about the assassins, he was immediately alarmed. If something happened on his territory, he would be in big trouble, and who knew if the duke would blame him.

Therefore, as soon as he heard the news, he personally led his private soldiers to the location where Jiang Xingchen was attacked and captured the dozen assassins, who were almost frozen stiff.

When the old man saw the assassins captured, he immediately smiled, feeling a weight lifted from his heart.

Originally, he had a vague sense of danger but couldn't confirm it. It was just a gut feeling. That's why he deliberately left the captured assassins in the snow to see if anyone would come to their rescue. If someone did, they would definitely save the assassins!

Now, seeing the lord of the small town bring back all the assassins, he naturally felt relieved: "It seems that as one gets older, one's intuition isn't as sharp as it used to be!"

After the lord left, the old man greeted Jiang Xingchen and went out. The danger was over, and the kid wasn't saying anything about the treatment method. The old man turned his frustration into appetite and planned to go out to find more wild pheasant eggs. He hadn't had enough of the pancakes and eggs.

The room was silent, and Jiang Xingchen fell into deep thought. He wasn't hiding the treatment method from the old man; he just didn't know where to start.

Not long after the old man left, a figure lightly leaped down from the courtyard wall, stood still for a moment, and then used a bamboo stick to gently tap the ground, walking toward Jiang Xingchen's room.

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