I attained immortality through meditation in the Great Qian Dynasty.

"I'm just worried about you. You're not young anymore, and you don't even have anyone who cares about you. I think that girl is pretty, but she's a bit frail, and I'm afraid she won't be able to have children."

Zhao Zian's face darkened.

"If you keep talking nonsense, you'll have to fend for yourself for dinner tonight."

Su Mei fell silent.

Just kidding, the medicinal cuisine that Zhao Zi'an makes is a delicacy that money can't buy.

The two arrived at the front hall of Jishetang.

"Dr. Zhao is here! Dr. Zhao is here!"

I don't know who had the sharp eyes, but they shouted it out.

"Dr. Zhao! Please take a look at me first! My leg is almost broken!"

"Dr. Zhao, I rushed here from Zhangjiakou overnight! My mother is dying!"

"Dr. Zhao..."

Accountant Sun maintained order.

"Line up! Everyone line up! One at a time!"

"Don't panic, everyone."

"For serious cases and external injuries, please go to Dr. Wang for treatment first."

"The rest, in order."

As soon as Zhao Zian spoke, the crowd fell silent.

He walked to his consultation table and sat down.

"Next."

A middle-aged man helped the old woman to the examination table.

"Dr. Zhao... Dr. Zhao!"

The man knelt down on the ground.

"Please save my mother! Please!"

Doctor Wang walked over to Zhao Zi'an.

"Zi'an, I have already seen this old lady."

"The pulse is weak and without strength, indicating that the vitality of the internal organs is nearly exhausted. To put it bluntly, it's like a lamp running out of oil. This is fate, and medicine cannot cure it. You... should advise the family to prepare for the funeral as soon as possible. Don't give them hope, only to add more grief in the end."

Dr. Wang meant well.

Zhao Zian did not respond to Doctor Wang's words, but looked at the man kneeling on the ground.

"Get up first, and help your mother to the chair over there."

The man settled his elderly mother in a chair.

Zhao Zian placed his hand on her wrist.

The pulse... was indeed as Dr. Wang had said, weak and faint, almost imperceptible.

According to conventional medical principles, this is indeed a fatal pulse.

"Your mother's illness is the result of years of overwork and excessive worry, which damaged her spleen and stomach. When the spleen and stomach are weak, qi and blood cannot be generated, and the five internal organs cannot be nourished, which is why she has deteriorated to this state."

"It's not beyond saving."

It's not beyond saving!

The man was stunned.

"Wow."

A grown man in his thirties, standing at seven feet tall, was crying like a child.

"It's all my fault! It's all my fault!"

"I'm not human! I'm just an animal!"

"My father died early, and my mother raised me all by herself. She did laundry and needlework day and night to support my education, hoping that I could pass the imperial examinations and bring honor to our family..."

"But what about me! I'm a complete failure! I've taken the exam for ten years and haven't even passed the lowest level! Seeing my mother's eyesight getting worse and her back becoming more hunched, I... I actually thought about taking the exam again!"

"Half a year ago, in order to raise money for my trip to the prefectural city to take the imperial examination, my mother took on the most daring embroidery job. She embroidered day and night, ruining her eyes and her health... When I failed the exam and returned home in a sorry state, my mother... she collapsed..."

"I sold everything we owned and consulted every doctor in town, but they all said... they all said there was no hope. I heard there was a miracle doctor named Zhao in Liuxi Town who could bring the dead back to life, so... so I carried my mother all the way here..."

"Miracle doctor! I'm so unfilial! I'm the one who harmed my mother! If you can save my mother, my life, Zhang Shan's life, is yours! I'll be your slave, your servant for life! Please!"

The patients' families in the room were all deeply moved as they listened to his tearful lament.

Zhao Zian waited for him to finish crying.

"Get up. If you want your mother to live, do as I say."

Zhang Shan stopped crying.

Zhao Zian returned to the consultation table, picked up his brush, and dipped it in ink.

After writing it down, he handed the prescription to the waiter standing next to him.

"Go and get the medicine according to the prescription. Take three qian of century-old ginseng, three qian of nine-times-processed rehmannia root, and three qian of processed aconite root..."

He named several medicinal herbs.

Upon hearing this, Dr. Wang, who was standing nearby, changed his expression.

"Nonsense! Absolutely nonsense!"

"Zhao Gongfeng!"

"You...you've prescribed medicine, or a death warrant?!"

"The old lady is already suffering from both yin and yang deficiency, and her qi and blood are extremely depleted, like a candle flickering in the wind! Your prescription contains ginseng, aconite, dried ginger... all of which are potent and dangerous medicines! If such strong medicines are administered, her body will not be able to withstand the nourishment, and it will only lead to a sudden collapse of her vital energy! She won't even last a quarter of an hour!"

Zhao Zian said to the man.

"What are you waiting for? Go get the medicine."

"We can't go!"

Dr. Wang blocked the waiter's way.

"I admit your medical skills are superb! But practicing medicine is not child's play; human lives are at stake! I absolutely cannot stand by and watch you make a grave mistake and ruin Jishetang's century-old reputation!"

"Dr. Wang."

Zhao Zian raised his head.

"You only know that the body cannot tolerate strong tonics, but you don't know that a weakened fire cannot be rekindled without strong medicine. The old lady's life force has weakened to the point of near extinction. At this time, using mild tonics is like scratching an itch through a boot, and will not help. Only by using strong, hot and spicy medicines with thunderous force to directly attack the lesion and break through the coldness can there be a glimmer of hope."

"This is called fighting poison with poison, living towards death."

"I……"

Dr. Wang was completely bewildered by his theory.

He had practiced medicine his entire life and had never heard of it!

"Absurd! Utterly absurd!"

"There's no such thing in medical books! You're playing with human lives!"

"Medical books are dead, but people are alive."

Zhao Zian stood up.

"If you don't believe me, you can watch."

"Dr. Wang."

Su Mei walked over gracefully.

"Zhao Gongfeng is now one of the owners of our Jishetang. What he says is what I, Su Mei, say."

"Go! Prepare the medicine according to Zhao Gongfeng's prescription! Use the best herbs from our storeroom! I'll take full responsibility for anything that happens!"

Su Mei's words were the final word.

Dr. Wang sighed deeply.

Since the employer has spoken, what can a resident doctor say?

The man ran off to get the medicine.

Zhao Zian said to another colleague.

"Go and fetch my needle pouch."

The needle pouch was delivered.

Zhao Zian opened the needle pouch.

"There might be some reaction, hold on tight," he said to Zhang Shan.

Zhang Shan stepped forward and shielded his mother with his body.

Zhao Zian twisted the silver needle, aimed at the location of the Tanzhong acupoint on the old woman's chest, and inserted it.

"Um……"

The old woman, who had been silent, began to groan.

This is not over yet.

Zhao Zian inserted one silver needle after another into the old woman's Baihui acupoint on the top of her head, Guanyuan and Qihai acupoints on her abdomen, and Zusanli acupoint on her legs.

A miracle occurred when he inserted the last needle.

A blush rose on the old woman's face.

"Mother... Mother's face..."

Zhang Shan was the first to notice the change.

"It's regaining color! It's really regaining color!"

"Look! Her chest! It's moving! Much stronger than before!"

The crowd erupted in uproar.

It was just a few silver needles, and the whole process took no more than a quarter of an hour.

A person sentenced to death and on the verge of death actually showed signs of recovery!