Urban Cultivation: Starting with Winning Back My Wife and Daughter

Two paramedics carried out a stretcher.

On the stretcher was a little boy who was only three years old.

Behind them followed a stylishly dressed, beautiful woman with teary eyes and an imposing old man with gray hair.

Judging from their attire, they are definitely not ordinary people.

Especially the old man; Wang Xingyu sensed a ruthless aura emanating from him, suggesting he had at least dozens, or even hundreds, of lives on his hands.

However, a karmic value of "13543581" was displayed above his head, making him the person with the highest merit that Wang Xingyu had ever seen.

At this moment, both of them were overwhelmed with grief.

The old lady, Miao Cuili, had the softest heart. She murmured, "The child was so young, how could this happen...? God is truly blind."

The Wang family members all wore sorrowful expressions, their previous joy at the old man's successful discharge from the hospital completely gone.

The old man, his eyes filled with tears, reached out a trembling hand, wanting to touch the child's face.

A glint of light flashed in Wang Xingyu's eyes, and he said sharply, "Don't touch him."

It is said that the two souls of Heaven and Earth are always outside, while only the soul of life resides in the body.

The little boy's soul had not completely left his body.

As long as the soul remains, there is a glimmer of hope.

Ordinary people cannot see the existence of the soul, but those in the Xuanmen sect who have cultivated the Heavenly Eye can.

Needless to say, Wang Xingyu was even more outstanding.

As a doctor, saving lives is deeply ingrained in Wang Xingyu's heart, so naturally he didn't want to see a three-year-old child die in front of him.

"Bring the child in immediately and don't let him be exposed to the sun."

The soul has a natural fear of sunlight.

If the sun shines on it any longer, the little guy might really be beyond saving.

Wang Xingyu's voice was steady and powerful, as if it had a kind of magic, which made the two paramedics immediately take action and quickly carry the child into the ward building and put him on the ground.

Wang Xingyu stepped forward and quickly used the Soul-Fixing Technique to fix a small portion of the little boy's soul within his body.

He was at the Nascent Soul stage, so he didn't need any actions or incantations. With just a thought, he could use his powerful magic to cast any spell.

Seeing that the situation had changed, the old man asked, "Young man, can you save my great-grandson?"

"Shut up.

Wang Xingyu bent down, took out a needle case from his pocket, knelt on the ground, and said, "Everyone, get at least three meters away. Don't let anyone disturb me."

Seeing that there seemed to be a chance for his great-grandson to change things, the old man paid no attention to the scolding he had just received and shouted, "Do as he says!"

No one dared to be negligent; they quickly retreated to a distance of three meters and formed a large circle.

Countless eyes were fixed on Wang Xingyu, anticipating a miracle.

The beautiful woman, in particular, covered her mouth as she watched Wang Xingyu perform the rescue, while repeatedly chanting "Amitabha."

Wang Xingyu tore open the child's shirt, exposing his chest, and inserted a gold needle into several key acupoints on his forehead, temples, chest, and heart meridian.

The magical power surged into the golden needle at the Yintang acupoint, and with a flick of the finger, the other eight golden needles trembled.

"What is this?"

"sharp."

Upon seeing this extraordinary sight, everyone gasped in surprise.

The anticipation in the eyes of the old man and the woman deepened.

Su Nianxue crossed her arms, her face full of tension.

"Old Wang, can our son save the child?"

Wang Changtai was even more nervous than Su Nianxue, and whispered, "Yes, definitely."

In reality, Wang Xingyu's acupuncture was merely a pretext to perform a soul-summoning technique.

He concentrated his magical power and formed an invisible talisman on the child's body.

This talisman seemed to possess a strange power, slowly pulling the child's soul into his body.

As the spirit enters, the child's yang energy gradually recovers.

Wang Xingyu suddenly turned to look at the woman and asked, "Does the child have congenital heart disease?"

The young woman nodded hurriedly and said, "Yes. Xiao Jing fainted suddenly because he was too excited. We gave him medicine, but it didn't help at all."

In fact, Wang Xingyu didn't need to ask that question at all.

He had just met a girl with congenital heart disease last night, and today he could tell at a glance that the boy had the same condition. This made Wang Xingyu feel that he seemed to have a special connection with congenital heart disease.

After obtaining the answer, Wang Xingyu continuously channeled his magical power into the child's vital acupoints through the golden needles.

At the same time, more and more people gathered around.

When everyone learned that Wang Xingyu was saving a child who had been declared dead, they were all surprised, but even more so, they were filled with anticipation.

About three minutes later, a female doctor suddenly exclaimed, "I just saw the child's eyebrows move!"

"I saw it too. I thought I was seeing things."

"Was he really saved?"

"This is traditional Chinese acupuncture. My God, this is amazing!"

"A miracle, we may very well witness a miracle today."

......

The scene erupted in uproar.

Many people took out their phones to record this unbelievable scene.

Wang Xingyu turned his head and glanced around.

His gaze seemed to possess a strange power that silenced everyone, and the previously noisy sounds immediately became quiet.

Wang Xingyu's fingers kept rotating on the golden needle at the Yintang acupoint, and strands of magic power were poured into it. The other golden needles trembled incessantly, and soon the vital heart meridian was opened.

Once the heart meridian was unblocked, Wang Xingyu removed all the gold needles and patted the child's chest.

"Wow..."

The child seemed to be in pain and opened his mouth to cry.

"Oh My God."

He's alive.

"A miracle has been created."

"A miracle doctor, an absolute miracle doctor."

......

One of the doctors was the first to applaud.

The others also applauded.

"Xiao Jing"

The beautiful woman burst into tears of joy and rushed forward.

The old man was also so excited that his eyes turned red.

Wang Dongqiang said proudly, "Being able to snatch people from the jaws of death, Xiaoyu's medical skills are simply miraculous."

Su Nianxue breathed a sigh of relief, her eyes filled with smugness, and said, "Old Wang, are you convinced now?"

Wang Changtai feigned composure and said, "What's this about submitting or not? No matter how powerful he is, he's still my son, and he has to call me 'Dad'."

Su Nianxue was speechless.

Wang Xingyu picked up the child and handed him to the beautiful woman, saying, "Let's get the heart surgery done as soon as possible. We can't delay any longer. Otherwise, this kind of thing will happen frequently."

The beautiful woman took the child, bowed deeply to Wang Xingyu, and said, "Sir, thank you for saving my son. My name is Zhao Qian'er, may I ask your surname?"

Wang Xingyu said, "My surname is Wang. Ms. Zhao, your child is still shaken; you should take him home to rest as soon as possible."

After saying that, he turned and walked towards the crowd.

Seemingly sensing that someone was taking a picture of his face with a phone, Wang Xingyu immediately lowered his head.

The crowd automatically made way for him.

Wang Xingyu hurriedly left the hospital after saying "I'm going to get the car" to Wang Changtai.

He really didn't want his face to be posted online and make him a celebrity in the spotlight.