Chapter 3

When Tang Zheng woke up again, his head was still feeling dazed. He picked up the old Nokia 5110 phone beside him, glanced at it, and saw the time displayed on the green screen. It was already nine in the morning. In the five years he had been studying in Zhonghai City, this was the first time he had woken up so late. This left Tang Zheng somewhat shocked.

This was like a beautiful woman whose menstrual cycle had always been regular; suddenly, one day, it was delayed. In such a situation, the reaction of beautiful women would be one of fear—definitely, they would think they were pregnant.

Tang Zheng now had a similar feeling. Last night, he had just had a fight, got a few bruises, and didn't drink. He wasn't hit on the head. Apart from being slightly teased by Zhou Xuan, the little demon, which hurt his brain cells a bit, nothing else could have affected his mind. Besides, being teased by Zhou Xuan wasn't the first time; it happened almost every day. He had never experienced such a strange thing before.

At this moment, Tang Zheng was one hundred percent sure that his brain could still function at high speed. With his half-baked medical skills, he knew that the dazed feeling he had last night was definitely a problem. Upon careful reflection, it seemed that his brain was engaging in a form of self-protection.

In medicine, such cases are quite common. Generally, when a person is extremely frightened or subjected to intense stimulation, such as severe torture, when the pressure reaches a peak that an ordinary person cannot bear, to prevent the brain from being overly stimulated and damaged, the brain automatically takes protective measures, which is commonly known as fainting.

Now, it seemed that his condition last night was very similar. Last night, a long, dreamlike experience, as if spanning thousands of years, vividly surfaced in Tang Zheng's mind.

In the dream, Tang Zheng seemed to have returned to ancient times, when humans had just emerged from the primitive tribal era. Under the leadership of the Yellow Emperor, a new journey began.

In this era, after inheriting the knowledge of ancient shamans and the herbal medicine of Shennong, human medical skills began a new breakthrough, developing rapidly.

From his perspective, he was a person named Qibo. The name Qibo was very familiar to Tang Zheng. Although he studied Western clinical medicine, in the five-year undergraduate program of clinical medicine at Zhonghai Medical University, he had to take elective courses in traditional Chinese medicine.

According to legend, Qibo was the Yellow Emperor's medical teacher. The term "Qihuang" (岐黄) in traditional Chinese medicine comes from this. Qihuang, Qihuang, from this, it can be seen that Qibo's surname is placed first, which is enough to prove that the Yellow Emperor's respect for Qibo as his teacher was not fictional.

In ancient times, traditional Chinese medicine was still in its early stages, and the theories of observation, auscultation, inquiry, and palpation were gradually taking shape. Not only that, in the dream, there were various magical shamanic techniques and acupuncture methods, not just the common silver needles, but also gold needles, jade needles, and even stone needles. All of this left Tang Zheng feeling incredulous.

As the dream continued, a large amount of knowledge was infused into Tang Zheng's mind. In the end, during the last few years of Qibo's life, he no longer practiced medicine but focused more on summarizing and generalizing medical knowledge, and even on new research.

Qibo believed that some of these medical skills were beyond the capabilities of ordinary people. Therefore, based on the Yellow Emperor's techniques for controlling women and his understanding of the human body and medicine, as well as his knowledge of meridians, Qibo created a cultivation method. Because it was based on the principles of Taiji and Yin-Yang, Qibo called this method the Yin-Yang Heart Sutra. Cultivating this method would allow one to better utilize the medical skills Qibo had summarized and generalized.

In the last year of his life, Qibo considered passing on his medical knowledge and even began researching the secrets of immortality. After reviewing a large amount of material, he decided to follow the shamanic method and collect all the remaining black hair from his head, which was mostly white. He also cruelly cut off the tips of his ten fingers to make a bone finger necklace.

According to legend, the ten fingers are connected to the heart, and the blood from the fingertips is the blood of the heart. At Qibo's age, the remaining black hair among his white hair was infused with his entire essence, energy, and spirit. Using shamanic methods, he combined these elements and, with the techniques of ancient practitioners, created a magical necklace containing his divine consciousness, the bone finger necklace.

Qibo hoped to achieve his pursuit of immortality through this method, but unfortunately, his wish for eternal life was not fulfilled, and he eventually died. However, what others did not know was that the bone finger necklace was truly magical and carried the complete medical legacy of Qibo.

Sitting on the bed, Tang Zheng spent nearly half an hour before he came to his senses. The events were too sudden, and he never expected such a thing to happen. At this moment, the bone finger necklace had completely overturned his worldview, values, and beliefs. One could say that his entire perspective was shattered.

At this moment, a mysterious incantation appeared in his mind: "The way of Yin and Yang lies in creation and harmony. All things are born and grow with Yin and Yang, and Yin and Yang grow and flourish with all things. The way of medicine lies in Yin and Yang, the Five Elements, and balance..."

Following this, the entire circulation of the Yin-Yang Heart Sutra was revealed. Reflecting on this, Tang Zheng believed it to a great extent. Traditional Chinese medicine also emphasizes the theory of Yin and Yang and the Five Elements, doesn't it?

At this moment, Tang Zheng became extremely excited. If yesterday was a time of despair, then today, he truly had hope. From his memories, he could confirm that Qibo's medical skills were far superior to modern Chinese medicine. This was truly a divine art. Now that he had the Yin-Yang Heart Sutra, which was the culmination of Qibo's life's work, and the complete medical legacy, the future path was unimaginable. It would undoubtedly be a brilliant and splendid life.

Standing up, Tang Zheng changed into a new set of clothes. The wounds on his palm and chest had already started to scab over. Checking the time, he walked out of the door. Although it was already past nine, he still had to go to the hospital. During his nine-month internship, Tang Zheng had only been late a few times. He always believed that wealth, status, beauty, and mansions could all be lost, but knowledge was the only thing that would always belong to him. Therefore, he had always been very serious about his internship, setting a good example for other interns.

The distance from his rented place to Zhonghai First Hospital was about one kilometer. When Tang Zheng arrived at the hospital, it was almost ten o'clock.

He entered directly through the outpatient building, which was a shorter route compared to going to the inpatient building. This was a common practice for people at Zhonghai First Hospital. As soon as he entered, a scream suddenly echoed through the outpatient hall.

"Help! Help! Is there a doctor? Is there a doctor? My daughter has fainted." A middle-aged woman shouted loudly in the middle of the hall.

At this moment, Tang Zheng instinctively turned his head. In his line of sight, a young woman, about twenty years old, was lying unconscious on the floor of the outpatient hall. Beside her, a middle-aged woman was sitting on the ground, tightly hugging the young woman, at a loss, and looking around with a desperate and bewildered expression.

A moment later, the middle-aged woman took out her phone with trembling hands, dialed a number, and after a short wait, shouted, "Guoqiang, where are you? Hurry, come to Zhonghai First Hospital. Nuan Nuan has suddenly fallen ill again. She is unconscious, and now she is only breathing out, not in. Hurry, Guoqiang!"

Walking forward, Tang Zheng's brows furrowed as he observed the young woman. A diagnosis spontaneously formed in his mind.

Pale face, tightly closed eyes, weak breathing, clenched teeth. This was a sign of disordered spirit. How could this happen?

Generally, the spirit of a person, especially an adult, is very stable. Unless they have been subjected to intense, extreme shock, the spirit would not be disturbed. This is what is commonly known as losing one's soul. However, even in such cases, the spirit should not be disordered.

This situation seemed similar to a hysterical episode but was more severe. During a hysterical episode, there might be some changes, but it generally does not endanger life. However, the young woman's condition was a disordered spirit. If not treated in time, it would definitely be life-threatening.

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