It was already rare enough for Sheng Zexi to bring his heavily pregnant wife along to get treatment for their younger son.
Yes, so many renowned doctors had been unable to help, let alone Gu Jianing, who was so young.
Gu Jianing blinked and said, “I can treat him.”
Huh?
The moment Gu Jianing said those words, everyone in the Hua family was stunned.
“Xiao Gu, did you just say… you can treat him?” Mother Hua was so emotional she nearly lost her voice, fearing she had misheard.
“That’s right, I can treat him.”
“Good, good, that’s wonderful.” The emotions of the Hua family went from despair to elation in an instant.
“I’ll write a prescription. Go get the herbs and decoct them. Also, I’ll need to perform acupuncture,” Gu Jianing instructed.
“Alright.”
Very quickly, Gu Jianing wrote the prescription, and the eldest son of the Hua family took it immediately.
“I’ll go get the herbs and prepare the medicine,” he said, looking over the prescription.
Though he was trained in Western medicine and not very familiar with Chinese herbal prescriptions, ever since his brother fell ill, he had started researching it. So he could roughly tell that the herbs in Gu Jianing’s formula were meant to calm the mind and spirit.
“When I do the acupuncture, I’ll need a quiet environment. Just let Brother Xi stay with me,” Gu Jianing said.
Because she would be administering spiritual spring liquid during the process, she didn’t want the Hua family to see.
The Hua family didn’t overthink it. They understood that a doctor needs a quiet environment to treat a patient, so they had no intention of staying.
So after they removed Hua Zhenrong’s upper clothing, they prepared to leave the room.
But just then, Hua Zhenrong suddenly opened his eyes on the bed—he had woken up.
The moment he regained consciousness, he let out crazed cries, his limbs flailing violently.
As a former soldier—and once a king of the battlefield—he still had immense strength despite his condition.
Once he started thrashing, even with cloth restraints, the entire bed shook with the force.
The cloth binding his wrists rubbed against the partially healed wounds, tearing them open again, causing blood to seep out.
There was confusion in Hua Zhenrong’s eyes as he kept shouting incoherently.
“Run! Chen Jun, I’ll cover you!”
“No! Don’t!”
“Jianguo! Hongbing! Chen Jun… quick, get back!”
“Zhenrong…” Mother Hua’s tears fell uncontrollably.
“When Zhenrong has an episode, he often falls back into that old battlefield illusion… as if he’s still in that fight…”
Gu Jianing could understand what Mother Hua was saying.
Being trapped in that tragic mission, again and again facing such painful outcomes…
And afterward, his condition worsened each time, his spirit broken time and time again.
All the members of the Hua family present had tears in their eyes.
At that moment, Hua Zhenrong’s struggle grew even more intense.
“What do we do? What do we do? Quick, get the sedative, or else the cloth is going to tear.”
“No need, I’ll do it,” Gu Jianing said.
As she spoke, she stepped forward and quickly placed a few silver needles she was holding onto several key points on Hua Zhenrong’s body.
With the insertion of those needles, Hua Zhenrong, who had been about to break free in his frenzy, suddenly calmed down.
Then his eyes closed, and he fell unconscious again.
“He’s asleep?”
“Just a few needles did that?” The Hua family was shocked—and overjoyed.
Shocked, because just a few needles had managed to put Hua Zhenrong to sleep; normally, he needed sedatives.
And overjoyed, because those few needles were enough to make them realize that Gu Jianing’s medical skills were truly extraordinary—she hadn’t been lying.
Maybe—just maybe—Gu Jianing really could cure Hua Zhenrong?
At that moment, hope once again rose in the hearts of every member of the Hua family.
“Mom, Dad, let’s go. We shouldn’t delay Dr. Gu’s treatment of our brother,” the eldest son of the Hua family said.
“Okay.”
And with that, the Hua family left the room.
Sheng Zexi closed the door, and Gu Jianing began the acupuncture treatment.
Since she had already studied in the Divine Doctor’s space before, she didn’t need to enter it again—she began the treatment directly.
Sheng Zexi kept a close eye on both Gu Jianing and Hua Zhenrong.
He was afraid that Hua Zhenrong might wake up again and disrupt the treatment, or worse, accidentally hurt Gu Jianing.
Of course, he was also worried Gu Jianing might exhaust herself.
Because Hua Zhenrong’s illness was in the brain, Gu Jianing’s acupuncture this time also focused on the brain.
The brain has many nerves and is extremely important.
One wrong move could be fatal.
So even though she was confident, Gu Jianing remained extremely cautious.
This acupuncture session took a full hour.
When the hour was over and Gu Jianing removed the needles, she let out a breath of relief, and a light sheen of sweat appeared on her forehead.
Gu Jianing had just reached up to wipe her forehead when she saw Sheng Zexi come over. A handkerchief landed on her forehead, and he gently began to wipe her sweat.
“Are you okay?” Sheng Zexi asked with concern.
“I’m fine, just a bit tired, but it’s manageable.” Gu Jianing truly felt okay. The Holy Pregnancy Pill she had taken earlier had been continuously strengthening her body, so she was in good health.
“Brother Xi, in the medicine box, there’s a small bottle of water. Take it and give it to Comrade Hua,” Gu Jianing said.
“Alright.”
Very quickly, Sheng Zexi took out a small bottle from the medicine box.
Inside the transparent bottle was a clear, thick liquid.
The bottle was tiny—about the size of a pinky finger.
Sheng Zexi didn’t ask what it was.
He simply stepped forward and fed the liquid in the small bottle to Hua Zhenrong.
That liquid, of course, was spiritual spring water.
Gu Jianing had prepared it in advance and placed it in the medicine box for easy access.
Once they finished feeding him, the couple left the room.
“Xiao Gu…”
In the living room, the Hua family all stood up the moment they heard movement.
They had waited in the living room for as long as Gu Jianing had been treating him inside.
“Dr. Gu, the medicine is almost ready. When should we give it to Third Brother?” the eldest Hua son asked.
“Wait until he wakes up. I estimate he’ll regain consciousness in about half an hour.”
“Alright. Then Dr. Gu, about Zhenrong’s condition…” Father Hua asked, and the rest of the family all turned to look at Gu Jianing.
“Comrade Hua’s condition is quite serious. He’ll need at least half a month of daily acupuncture treatments.”
“After today’s session, once he wakes up, he should be able to regain temporary clarity and even have some appetite. You can start by preparing some easily digestible food for him, like noodles.”
Gu Jianing’s words filled the Hua family with joy.
“He can really regain clarity and even have an appetite? If that’s true, it’s wonderful,” Mother Hua said, eyes full of delight.
“Mom, we have to trust Dr. Gu. If she says so, it must be true.”
It had been a long time since Hua Zhenrong had last been conscious.
And every time they tried to feed him, it had been extremely difficult—he would even vomit after eating sometimes. That was also why he had become so thin.
But for someone to recover, they had to eat.
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