Reversing Falsehood and Preserving Truth: All Gods and Gods Are in My Hands

Su Wan stood beside Lu Yu, her spiritual power flowing quietly. She clearly caught the fleeting struggle in Zhao Zhenhong's eyes, but she couldn't quite grasp the reason. She could only keep this strangeness in her heart.

"Grandpa, it's my turn to deliver the present!"

Zhao Lei suddenly stepped forward, presenting a small box wrapped in red silk as if it were a treasure, with a simple and honest smile on his face.

Upon opening the box, the gleaming gold sports medals shone under the crystal chandelier, with the words "Provincial Middle School Track and Field Championships 100-meter Boys' Champion" standing out prominently.

Zhao Lei puffed out his chest and said loudly, "Grandpa, this is the championship medal I won. I wish you good health like mine and happiness every day!"

These words were straightforward and sincere, which made the elders present burst into laughter.

Grandpa Zhao smiled so broadly that the wrinkles around his eyes smoothed out as he reached out to accept the medal.

Seeing that his grandfather was pleased, Zhao Lei beamed with joy, all his previous embarrassment vanishing. He scratched his head and grinned foolishly, his憨厚 (honest and simple) manner prompting the guests to tease him, making the atmosphere in the banquet hall even more lively.

The birthday banquet officially began. Amidst the clinking of glasses, Mr. Zhao was surrounded by people toasting him. Seeing so many old friends he hadn't seen for many years, he was extremely excited.

He drank two glasses of red wine in a row. As he was chatting, he suddenly clutched his chest, his brows furrowed, and his breathing became rapid.

"Dad! What's wrong?" Zhao Zhenhong was the first to notice something was wrong.

Old Master Zhao's face instantly turned pale, his lips turned purple, and his fingers gripped the tablecloth tightly as he struggled to utter a few words: "My... my chest feels tight..."

The guests' expressions changed drastically, and they hurriedly got up to make way.

Zhao Liping screamed, "Quickly call the family doctor! Where's Lao Zhou? Get him here right now!"

A middle-aged man in a white coat rushed over; it was Zhou Ming, the Zhao family's doctor. He quickly measured the blood pressure, then listened with a stethoscope, his expression growing increasingly grave: "The old man's blood pressure has spiked, his heart rate is as high as 140 beats per minute, and his breathing is shallow and rapid, like palpitations caused by acute coronary artery spasm. It's likely triggered by emotional excitement combined with drinking!"

As he spoke, he took out nitroglycerin from the first-aid kit and had the old man take it under his tongue. He then quickly connected the portable oxygen device: "Give him oxygen first to relieve the hypoxia. This medicine can dilate the coronary arteries. If there is no relief within ten minutes, you must go to the hospital immediately for angiography. If you are late, it may cause a heart attack!"

Time ticked by, and everyone held their breath, staring intently at the old man. But five minutes later, the old man's condition not only did not improve, but he also had more difficulty breathing, his forehead was covered in a fine layer of cold sweat, his eyes began to glaze over, and the bluish-purple color of his lips deepened.

"No! The medication isn't working!" Zhou Ming's forehead was sweating as he frantically prepared the defibrillator. "The spasms are too severe, the coronary blood supply is insufficient, we must use electric shock to restore cardioversion as soon as possible! But the old man is eighty years old, the risk of electric shock is extremely high, it could induce arrhythmia!"

"etc!"

Seeing Zhao Lei's eyes redden with anxiety, as if he wanted to rush over to help, Lu Yu suddenly stepped forward, his tone calm and steady, instantly stabilizing the chaotic scene, "Perhaps I have a way to try."

"What do you know, you're just a student? Don't cause trouble!" Zhao Liping immediately scolded, still resentful from being slapped in the face with tea leaves, and now venting her anxiety on Lu Yu. "Even Dr. Zhou can't do anything, don't make things worse!"

"Aunt! Lu Yu isn't just causing trouble!" Zhao Lei became even more anxious, stepping in front of Lu Yu. "He has a way!"

Zhou Ming frowned, his tone skeptical: "Classmate, this is an acute cardiovascular emergency; it's not something you can just try casually!"

Lu Yu ignored the doubts and focused his gaze on Old Master Zhao's face. The pale green power of herbal medicine quietly circulated, and his fingertips gleamed with a barely perceptible soft light: "Grandpa Zhao, this is due to qi stagnation and blood stasis, and obstruction of the heart meridian. Simply dilating the coronary arteries won't work; we need to clear the stagnation first. I know Professor Jiang Heng from Yanjing General Hospital. He is a master of traditional Chinese medicine and taught me a set of emergency acupuncture techniques before. Perhaps it can temporarily clear the heart meridian and hold on until the ambulance arrives."

As he spoke, he asked Zhou Ming for a box of silver needles from his medicine box.

At Zhao Zhenhong's prompting, Zhou Ming handed over a box of silver needles with some skepticism. Lu Yu opened the box, picked out four of the thinnest needles, and stared at the old man's chest, seemingly looking for acupoints. In reality, he used the act of bowing his head to quietly gather the pale green power of herbs at his fingertips.

How would he know the exact location of any acupoints?

He only vaguely remembered that Zhou Ming had pressed on the old man's chest and wrist, so he relied on his senses to gently insert the silver needle into the approximate location of the Tanzhong acupoint. The needle was inserted shallowly and off-center, but the power of the herbs in his fingertips seeped into the skin with the help of this insertion.

"Uh..." Old Master Zhao suddenly groaned, and his complexion visibly eased.

Lu Yu felt relieved and randomly poked a second needle near the horizontal crease on the inside of his wrist. Although his technique was clumsy, the power of the herbs flowed precisely with his movements, spreading along the meridians towards his heart.

The third needle was inserted under the armpit, and the fourth needle was inserted on the dorsum of the foot. Each needle insertion was tinged with unfamiliarity and hesitation. The needles were either inserted too shallowly or too loosely. Zhou Ming frowned as he watched. He was about to speak up to stop him when he saw that Old Master Zhao's condition was getting better and better.

Her pale face gradually regained its color, her breathing changed from shallow and rapid to steady, the bluish-purple tinge on her lips faded, and her eyes became much clearer. She was even able to raise her hand to press on Lu Yu's wrist, her voice weak but strong: "Good boy... I feel much better... My chest doesn't feel tight anymore..."

Lu Yu took the opportunity to remove the silver needles, and the power of the herbs at his fingertips continued to flow along the old man's wrist, not only clearing his heart meridians, but also quietly nourishing his internal organs with the vitality of the herbs.

"Grandpa!" Zhao Lei cried with joy, tightly grasping the other hand of the old man, his heart finally at ease.

The scene erupted in uproar, and the way the guests looked at Lu Yu completely changed.

No one noticed his clumsy needlework; after just four needles, the dying old man was brought back to life. Those who had previously looked down on him as a poor student were now filled with awe; those who had tried to curry favor with the Zhao family had their eyes shining and crowded around him.

"Lu is truly a remarkable young man! I never imagined he knew so much about Traditional Chinese Medicine, and he's even Professor Jiang's disciple!"

"We really have to thank Lu for that, otherwise the old man would have been in danger!"

"This medical skill is amazing! Four needles saved a life; it's even more effective than Western medicine!"

Zhou Ming stepped forward to check again, his face full of shock: "Blood pressure has dropped to the normal range, heart rate is stable at eighty beats per minute, breathing is steady, it seems the myocardial blood supply has recovered! Even... better than usual!"

No sooner had he finished speaking than Old Master Zhao sat up straight, patted his chest, and said in a hearty voice, "Not only am I no longer stuffy, but I also feel energetic all over, even more comfortable than when I first woke up!"

Just then, the sound of an ambulance siren grew louder as it approached. Several medical personnel rushed in carrying a stretcher, shouting as they entered the banquet hall, "Where is the patient?"

But when they saw Old Master Zhao sitting in his chair, looking energetic, and even about to pick up his teacup for a sip, they were stunned.

The lead doctor stepped forward to examine the patient, repeatedly checking his blood pressure and listening to his heart rate. He looked at Zhao Zhenhong with a blank expression and said, "Mr. Zhao, the old man's vital signs are all normal, even better than most people his age. There's no need to send him to the hospital at all!"

Grandpa Zhao waved his hand and laughed, "No need, no need, I'm all better now!"

The medical staff looked at each other in bewilderment. They came carrying the stretcher and then left carrying it away, creating a farcical scene with a touch of comedy.

Zhao Liping stood there, her face turning pale and then flushed. She wanted to say something, but couldn't utter a single word, and could only shut her mouth in frustration.

After the medical staff left, the atmosphere in the banquet hall completely changed.

The guests who had previously looked down on Lu Yu and his companions were now crowding around them, trying to get on their good side. They kept handing out business cards and exchanging contact information. Even Zhao Liping, who had previously been sarcastic, tried to strike up a conversation, but Lu Yu politely avoided her.

Zhao Xin shrank into a corner, not daring to even raise his head. His previous arrogance had vanished, and he had become a completely ignored background figure.

Lu Yu quietly withdrew the power of herbs from his fingertips. No one knew that his clumsy acupuncture was just a pretense; the real life-saving power came from the budding vitality of the Great Dao of Herbs.