Chapter 65

Bang.

The door was suddenly pushed open, and Xiao Yuchuan rushed into the east wing room, followed by four or five doctors and nurses.

The doctors quickly put an oxygen mask on Xiao Jinhua and began emergency resuscitation.

Lu Li's judgment was entirely correct. After a short while of intense resuscitation, the doctor in charge heaved a sigh of relief, wiping sweat from his forehead as he said to Xiao Yuchuan, "Comrade, the old man is temporarily out of danger. However, just—"

"Speak—" Xiao Yuchuan said impatiently.

"Yes. The old man is now in a critical condition and may not last much longer."

Xiao Yuchuan frowned, his face full of worry as he gazed at Xiao Jinhua. After a long moment, he waved his hand dejectedly and said, "I understand. Do your best, thank you."

"Comrade, it's our duty."

After the doctor spoke, he turned and left with the others.

To serve a large family, besides doing one's job, it's wise to see and hear less and say even less.

After the doctors left, Xiao Yuchuan looked at Xiao Junlan and noticed something was off with her, which made him feel a bit puzzled.

He saw Xiao Junlan looking at Lu Li in disbelief, her lips moving slightly as if she wanted to speak but was afraid to, as if she feared she would regret asking.

Lu Li quickly guessed his mother's concern and smiled calmly, "Mom, you should learn to trust your son. I said I can cure him, so I definitely have a way. Besides, would I joke about something as serious as curing a patient?"

"Who are you going to cure?" Xiao Yuchuan asked, confused.

"Xiao Li, can you really cure your grandfather?" Xiao Junlan seemed to have gained courage from Lu Li's smile and finally voiced her doubt.

Lu Li said helplessly, "I just said, you need to trust me."

"Can you cure my father?"

Xiao Yuchuan's voice suddenly rose an octave, his face full of excitement, and his tone became much higher. If someone unfamiliar heard him, they would surely think he had practiced the Kuihua Manual.

Hearing this, Lu Li frowned, scratched his ear, and sneered, "Why are you so excited? My mom asked me to cure him, so I can definitely do it. As for you, even if you beg me, I can't do anything."

"Xiao Li, then get started quickly."

Xiao Junlan, who was more concerned about her father's condition than the conflict between Lu Li and her brother, urged him immediately.

"Right, Xiao Li, as long as you can cure your grandfather, all past grievances will be forgiven."

"Ha! Ha!"

Lu Li laughed lightly, "You say forgive, and it's forgiven? Unless my mom says so, you're just asking for trouble!"

Xiao Junlan glared at Lu Li, a bit annoyed, and said, "What time is it now? First, cure your grandfather, and we'll talk about other things later."

"Right, right."

Xiao Yuchuan chimed in again.

Lu Li was speechless, but he knew that with Xiao Junlan around, doing everything possible to save Xiao Jinhua was almost a certainty. After all, Xiao Yuchuan valued Xiao Junlan the most, and Xiao Jinhua was her father.

Since he couldn't stop the situation from developing, his style was always to solve problems cleanly and decisively. Whether it was a life-or-death struggle or curing a patient, it was the same.

He pointed at Xiao Yuchuan and ordered without hesitation, "You, immediately prepare a set of acupuncture needles, mugwort, and wild ginseng. The older the ginseng, the better. I'll write a prescription, and you need to gather the herbs as soon as possible."

"Okay, I'll go right away."

Xiao Yuchuan didn't hesitate, turned, and ran.

At this point, regardless of whether they believed him or not, Lu Li had become their last hope.

After all, with Xiao Yuchuan's status, which famous doctor couldn't he invite, even from abroad? But all the famous doctors had already said they were helpless, and the only option was palliative care.

Palliative care essentially meant waiting to die at home.

And Lu Li, being the son of Xiao Junlan and the grandson of the patient, wouldn't joke around without some confidence. Otherwise, not only would the Xiao family not forgive him, but even his own mother would distance herself from him.

Who is more important and who is less important, any normal person could tell. Is Lu Li a fool?

Xiao Yuchuan would rather believe his son was a fool than believe his nephew was a fool.

Since that was the case, he should hurry and do as Lu Li said.

Not long after, Xiao Yuchuan returned, holding mugwort and wild ginseng in one hand and an acupuncture kit in the other. Seeing Lu Li, he immediately asked, "Is the prescription ready?"

"Yep, send someone to buy them, the faster the better."

Xiao Yuchuan took the prescription and left again. Lu Li mixed the mugwort and ginseng and lit them, disinfecting the silver needles as he said to Xiao Junlan, "Mom, you go out for a while, I'm about to start the treatment."

"Oh, okay."

Xiao Junlan, despite being curious about when Lu Li learned medicine, knew that the most important thing now was to cure the patient. There would be plenty of time to ask questions later.

Seeing Xiao Junlan leave, Lu Li locked the door and walked to Xiao Jinhua's bed, looking down at him in deep thought.

"His heart and lung functions are nearly failing, his vital energy is almost gone, his worries have caused him harm, and he is in the final stages of decline! The chance of a complete cure is less than fifty percent. Even if everything goes smoothly, he can live at most seven to eight more years."

Thinking this, he began to unbutton Xiao Jinhua's hospital gown, using his thumb to press nine points on his chest and abdomen, leaving nine dark red fingerprints.

After doing this, Lu Li took out the silver needles, holding three in each hand, clearly planning to use both hands.

Taking a deep breath, he finally began to insert the needles.

Starting from the Renzhong point on the head, the silver needles seemed to have eyes, accurately piercing into various acupoints on Xiao Jinhua's body.

For a moment, the silver needles flew like butterflies, some trembling slightly, some dancing up and down, some swaying left and right, each with its own posture and function.

In a short time, only one needle remained. Lu Li held the last needle, hesitating to insert it.

Looking at Xiao Jinhua, there were silver needles on his forehead, neck, chest, and abdomen, a total of ninety-nine needles, which made anyone who saw them feel a chill.

"Heaven's way is unpredictable, out of a hundred, one is left out. All things follow the law of nature, and a thread of life must be left."

Lu Li held the last needle and whispered to himself.

In his previous life as a divine doctor, he had created the Nine Needles of Life, using ninety-nine needles to snatch life from the brink of death, giving a glimmer of hope even in the most severe conditions.

However, even his descendants didn't know that the Nine Needles of Life actually had a final needle. This final needle was similar to divination, and using it too much could lead to unpredictable consequences, so he never passed it on until his death.

Time passed, and the pain on Xiao Jinhua's face gradually disappeared, his brows relaxed, and his breathing became steady.

Clearly, the Nine Needles of Life had taken effect.

After another minute, the ninety-nine needles, which had been moving in different patterns, suddenly began to move in unison.

One of the nine acupoints with fingerprints suddenly stood out.

"Right now."

Seeing this, Lu Li's pupils suddenly contracted, and with a flick of his wrist, he instantly inserted the hundredth needle, targeting the prominent point.

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