Dare to shirk responsibility? This adorable little one will tear down your military district!

The old professor was pushed aside, his face grim. He wanted to argue but dared not anger Lei Zhentian. Shen Dawei panicked: "Uncle Lei! This is my own father! How can we let some unknown person cause trouble?"

"Your father was also my brother who risked his life for me!" Lei Zhentian pointed at Shen Dawei's nose and cursed, "If it weren't for Old Man Sun's medicinal diet for him these past few years, he would have been dead long ago! You believe these people in white coats now? If they tell you to prepare funeral clothes, you'll actually go and buy them? Get out of my way!"

Gu Changfeng took a step forward, his tall figure blocking Shen Dawei's path like a mountain. He stretched out his hand, separating Shen Dawei from the doctors.

Lin Wanrou remained unaffected by the outside world. She walked to the bedside and placed the mahogany box on the bedside table. She took out the porcelain bottle containing the Heaven-Mending Soup. The ointment was extremely viscous, emitting a strange medicinal fragrance; it had just been brewed at home and was still warm.

Old Shen's eyes were tightly closed, his face was ashen, his breathing was almost nonexistent, and his jaw was clenched.

"Pry it open," Lin Wanrou said to Sun Shouzhen.

Sun Shouzhen stepped forward and pinched Old Shen's cheeks. Although the old man was advanced in years, his skill was as sharp as ever. He applied pressure with his fingers to several acupoints on Old Shen's jaw. Old Shen's tightly clenched jaw opened a crack.

Lin Wanrou picked up a small wooden medicine spoon and scooped out the dark purple Heaven-Mending Soup. The soup was too thick and difficult to swallow.

"He can't swallow," the old professor sneered. "His swallowing reflex is gone; forcing him to take the medicine will only cause problems."

Ya Ya ran to the bedside and stood on tiptoe to look up. She took out a small military green water bottle from her tactical vest, unscrewed the cap and handed it to her: "Mom, rinse it with water, it's warm." She had already diluted the water with a high concentration of spiritual spring water from her space.

Lin Wanrou took the kettle, poured the spiritual spring water into the medicine bottle, and shook it to dilute the thick ointment into a liquid. She pried open Old Shen's mouth and poured the liquid in little by little.

The medicine flowed down his throat, but Old Shen's Adam's apple didn't move, indicating that he didn't swallow.

Lin Wanrou put down the kettle and quickly took out the set of golden nine-dragon needles that gleamed in the light from her cloth bag.

"Unbutton your clothes," Lin Wanrou ordered.

Gu Changfeng immediately stepped forward and deftly unbuttoned Old Shen's hospital gown, revealing his skin-and-bones chest.

Lin Wanrou drew out a six-inch-long gold needle and, without hesitation, pierced it directly into the Tanzhong acupoint on Old Shen's chest. The needle went in deeply, without drawing blood.

"Nonsense! That's a big no-no!" the old professor exclaimed. "Pulling the needle so deep will injure a vital organ!"

Lin Wanrou completely ignored him. With a flick of her wrist, the second and third golden needles shot out in quick succession, piercing the Qihai and Guanyuan acupoints respectively. This was the life-sustaining acupuncture technique recorded in the *Qingnang Jing*. It used extremely strong external stimulation to forcibly awaken the internal organs that were on the verge of collapse.

Sun Shouzheng watched from the side, nodding in approval: "You've mastered this 'Azure Dragon Swings its Tail' technique."

After three needles were inserted, Lin Wanrou's forehead was covered in sweat. She pinched the gold needle at the Tanzhong acupoint with her fingers and slowly twisted it.

The ward was quiet, with only the monotonous ticking of the electrocardiogram machine.

A minute passed.

Two minutes passed.

Shen Dawei stamped his feet in frustration: "It's completely useless! You're just killing people!"

Just as he was about to rush forward to pull Lin Wanrou away, the electrocardiogram machine suddenly emitted a long beep. The green line, which was almost flattened, jumped up, followed by another large peak.

Old Shen, who hadn't been swallowing at all, suddenly had his Adam's apple bob.

With a "thud".

The mouthful of the Heaven-Mending Soup that was stuck in his throat was forced down his throat!

"It's down!" Sun Shouzhen slapped his thigh. "The medicine's effects are in my stomach!"

The old professor squeezed to the bedside, staring intently at the electrocardiogram machine. The heart rate, which had been below forty, was now slowly climbing. Forty-five, fifty, fifty-five…

"This is impossible!" The old professor took off his glasses and rubbed his eyes vigorously. "His internal organs are already damaged; how could they possibly withstand such a strong drug?"

"Just because you can't do it doesn't mean others can't." Lei Zhentian sneered. "Old Sun, how's the situation?"

Sun Shouzhen placed his hand on Elder Shen's pulse point, closing his eyes to feel it. After a while, his brow relaxed: "The meridians are beginning to warm up, and the medicinal power of the Heaven-Mending Soup is repairing the internal deficiencies. His life has been temporarily saved."

Lin Wanrou breathed a sigh of relief. She carefully put away the remaining two gold needles and stepped aside to wipe her sweat.

Gu Changfeng handed her a clean handkerchief and used it to shield her from Shen Dawei's complicated gaze.

Shen Dawei stopped making a fuss. He looked at his father's face, where the deathly pallor had faded and a bit more human color had returned, and felt a mix of emotions.

"Dr. Lin, is...is that all?" Shen Dawei stammered.

"Not so fast." Lin Wanrou shook her head. "The Heaven-Mending Soup can only prolong his life forcibly. Elder Shen has suffered too much damage; this half-bottle of medicine can only keep him going for three days. For the next three days, he will need to be given the medicine again every day. In addition, acupuncture will be used to unblock his qi and blood."

"Okay, okay, whatever you say!" Shen Dawei's attitude changed drastically. "How much is the medicine? I'll go get the receipt right away!"

"We'll talk about the medical expenses later. Let's not let anyone disturb Elder Shen's rest now," Lin Wanrou waved her hand.

Lei Zhentian waved his hand and said, "Xiao Ma, clear everyone out! For the next three days, no one is allowed to enter this room except for Old Man Sun and Wanrou! Those who issued critical condition notices, get out!"

The old professor and several doctors slunk out.

While the adults were talking, Ya Ya walked to the bedside table. At the bottom of the porcelain bottle that held the Heaven-Mending Soup, there was still a thick layer of dregs.

This is the essence extracted from thousand-year-old Cistanche deserticola and five-hundred-year-old wild ginseng.

Ya Ya quietly stretched out her finger and dipped a drop of highly concentrated spiritual spring water into the spout of the kettle. She scraped her finger against the mouth of the medicine bottle, and scooped out the drop of water mixed with medicine residue.

When Lin Wanrou was administering the medicine, she diluted it for safety reasons. But Ya Ya knew that the old man's health was too poor, and he would suffer a lot from just this.

She climbed onto the chair next to the hospital bed and whispered in Old Shen's ear.

"Grandpa, have some candy!" When no one was looking, Ya Ya smeared the medicine residue and undiluted liquid from her fingers directly into the crease of Grandpa Shen's lips.

The original liquid of the spiritual spring melts upon entering the mouth and seeps directly into the limbs and bones along with the body fluids.

After doing all that, Ya Ya jumped off the chair, clapped her hands, and ran back to Gu Changfeng's side.

"Dad, I'm sleepy," Ya Ya yawned.

Gu Changfeng bent down and picked up his daughter, supporting her little bottom with one hand.

"Uncle Lei, with Elder Sun guarding the place and Wanrou tired, I'll take them back to rest first. We'll come back tomorrow," Gu Changfeng said to Lei Zhentian.

"Alright, Changfeng, you should take your wife and kids home right away." Lei Zhentian nodded. "Thanks to you all for tonight. I'll personally thank you tomorrow."

The family of three, along with Sun Shouzheng, returned to Nanluoguxiang overnight.

In the VIP ward of the General Hospital of the Military Region.

Lei Zhentian sat by the bed, watching his old comrade's steady breathing, and the huge weight in his heart finally lifted.

Shen Dawei poured a cup of hot water and brought it over: "Uncle Lei, please have some water. We really owe a lot to the expert you invited this time."

Lei Zhentian took the water glass and was about to speak.

Old Shen, lying in his hospital bed, suddenly started coughing violently.

The cough was so loud that it made the room buzz.

Shen Dawei was terrified: "Dad! Dad, what's wrong?"

Old Shen opened his eyes, pushed away his son who was leaning closer, and rolled over to lie face down on the edge of the bed.

"Wow--"

He vomited a large mouthful of dark purple, foul-smelling blood directly onto the ground!

As soon as the stagnant blood was vomited out, the room was immediately filled with an unpleasant smell. The readings on the electrocardiogram machine began to fluctuate.

Shen Dawei's legs went weak and he knelt down on the ground.

"Uncle Lei! What's going on! Is there something wrong with the medicine?!"

Lei Zhentian was also stunned. Didn't they just say his life was saved? Why is he suddenly vomiting so much black blood?

Hearing the commotion, Xiao Ma, who was outside the ward, rushed in with his men.

"Go and bring Old Sun back!" Shen Dawei shouted at the top of his lungs.

Before Xiao Ma could leave, Old Shen on the hospital bed sat up straight. He wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and gasped for breath.

The bluish-gray tinge on the old face faded, revealing a rosy glow.

He turned his head and looked at the panicked people in the room, a hoarse sound coming from his throat.

"What are you yelling about!"