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Outside the intensive care unit stood Ma Chengchuan, a 45-year-old military doctor who was the chief surgeon.

His surgical gown was still stained with large patches of dark brown blood. At that moment, he ripped off his mask and threw it onto the iron bench.

With a tense jaw and a hoarse voice, he spoke to Fang Lan and Zhou Bingwen.

"Gentamicin, streptomycin, and chloramphenicol were all administered for three consecutive days, but it was still ineffective."

"The fever subsided twice, dropping to 38.6 degrees Celsius, but rebounded within two hours and couldn't be controlled at all."

"The culture report just came out; it's Pseudomonas aeruginosa."

Zhou Bingwen's legs went weak, and his shoulder slammed hard against the white wall.

As an orthopedic surgeon, he knew all too well how high the mortality rate was for those words.

He haphazardly opened his old-fashioned medicine box, and with trembling hands pulled out several brand-new gentamicin vials, making the glass bottles rattle.

"Dean Ma, use this to rinse, and increase the dosage to lower the level."

Zhou Bingwen's voice completely changed tone.

Ma Chengchuan turned his face away.

"The medication has already reached its limit. If we push it any further, his kidneys will be ruined. He won't live past tonight."

Fang Lan stepped forward and slapped Zhou Bingwen's hand away from the medicine tube.

"Take me in to see my son."

The door to the intensive care unit was pushed open.

Thirty-year-old naval special-class regimental commander Zhou Bingyuan was confined to his hospital bed, with various emergency tubes inserted all over his body.

Those lips, which had been exposed to the wind and sun on the island year-round, were now dry, cracked, and peeling, with pale tissue fluid oozing from the edges.

An ominous flush shone through both cheekbones.

Fang Lan stepped forward and placed the back of her hand on her eldest son's cheek.

It's so hot you could boil water in it.

Fang Lan withdrew her hand.

She turned around and faced Ma Chengchuan, who was standing by the door.

"I brought my medicine."

Fang Lan pulled open her cotton-padded coat, reached into the innermost pocket, removed the safety pin, and pulled out a small copper box.

Using his fingernails to pry open the red clay sealant, he managed to pry it open.

A pill the size of a date pit, with a dark golden luster, was revealed.

Fang Lan didn't touch the remaining two.

Ma Chengchuan was stunned on the spot, then strode forward and expressed his disapproval.

"Sister-in-law, this is a military hospital. This kind of unregulated remedy has no ingredients and no seal."

"Are you sure you want to let a critically injured patient who is at risk of multiple organ failure swallow this?"

"If something happens tonight, who will be held responsible?"

Fang Lan held the pills in both hands and offered them half an inch to Ma Chengchuan.

"My daughter-in-law chose the stylist herself; she is Su Yuanzhen's only descendant granddaughter."

"Are you familiar with the name Su Yuanzhen, as the dean?"

Ma Chengchuan gasped.

In his social circle, the name Su Yuanzhen is legendary.

Fang Lan stood up straight, refusing to take a single step back.

"My daughter-in-law instructed that regardless of whether you can swallow it or not, as long as you dissolve the pill in water and pour it down your throat before you die, you can hold on for the rest of your life."

"If you're afraid of being punished, bring me paper and pen. I'll sign and put my fingerprint on it on the spot, and our family will bear all the consequences ourselves."

Ma Chengchuan stared at the box of dark gold pills.

I waited for a good ten seconds.

He then turned around and brought over a small bowl of hot water.

Fang Lan picked up a pill and threw it into the water.

The dark gold outer shell dissolves and disperses upon contact with water.

The bowl of water instantly rippled with a layer of golden-brown waves.

The rising steam emitted a refreshing, slightly bitter herbal aroma.

Zhou Bingwen rushed to the bedside, placed his hands on the back of Zhou Bingyuan's neck, and lifted his chin.

Fang Lan took the small steel spoon, scooped up a layer of golden-brown medicinal juice from the edge, and let it drip down the corner of her mouth.

The medicine has been administered.

The only sound in the empty ward was the ticking of electronic medical equipment.

Fang Lan dragged over a round stool and completely wrapped her son's hot, swollen right hand in her palm, then waited.

Twenty minutes felt like an eternity.

The line representing body temperature and heart rate on the ECG monitor screen stayed firmly on the high-risk red band without even a tremor.

Zhou Bingwen paced back and forth at the foot of the bed.

Ma Chengchuan crossed his arms in front of his chest to steady himself against the door frame.

"Sister-in-law, it's been half an hour."

Zhou Bingwen was so anxious that he jumped up and down, and his voice became completely hoarse.

"The effects of traditional Chinese medicine are slow to dissipate; it may take several more hours..."

He swallowed the last few words back down his throat.

Zhou Bingwen stared intently at the medical drainage bag hanging on the edge of the bed.

The colors actually came alive.

An hour ago, the yellowish-brown waste liquid, which was still filled with various viscous and decaying tissues, is now clearing up inch by inch from the top of the connecting tube.

The impurities simply disappeared and dissolved.

Ma Chengchuan detached himself from the door frame, took three steps forward, ran over, and grabbed the soft plastic liquid bag.

Held high in the air, facing the incandescent light on the ceiling.

Inside the translucent film, the originally foul-smelling and thick mixture was now so clear that the blue counting letters on the other side could be seen directly.

"Nonsense!"

Ma Chengchuan's voice cracked on the spot.

Zhou Bingwen shoved him aside and crashed into the monitoring equipment on the bedside table.

On the red light screen.

Body temperature is 41.1.

It then dropped to 40.9.

After a five-second pause, it plummeted to 40.4.

The high-risk alarm of 108 that had been ringing continuously on the heart rate monitor silently slipped back below the 100 warning line.

It stopped steadily at 96.

The ward was deathly silent.

Fang Lan's neck was weak.

Most of his face landed on Zhou Bingyuan's warm, large hand.

His shoulders heaved violently as he tried to suppress his emotions.

4:50 a.m.

My body temperature, which had been burning for three days and four nights in the inferno, finally dropped back to the safe zone of 39 degrees Celsius.

Zhou Bingyuan's right eyelid twitched violently.

Fang Lan pressed her entire face down, her ear pressed tightly against his bloodless lips.

His chapped, peeling lips opened and closed slightly, and amidst his hoarse, labored breathing, he managed to squeeze out two short, indistinct syllables.

"box."

Ma Chengchuan's expression changed. If the box lost in the deep sea couldn't be retrieved, the sky would definitely fall.

Fang Lan and Zhou Bingwen didn't know the details of Zhou Bingyuan's mission; they just felt sorry for him.

November 17th.

Zhou Bingyuan's body temperature remained steady at 37.8 degrees Celsius.

The chest drainage tube was completely removed.

Six days ago, the severe case of Pseudomonas aeruginosa that baffled the military doctors was now clearly marked negative on the test report, with the white background and black text indicating a complete reversal.

On the newly taken chest X-ray, the pathological shadow of severe contusion in the lower lobe of the right lung has disappeared by 40%.

Ma Chengchuan held the thin report in his hand and felt it was burning hot.

A highly toxic lesion that couldn't be eradicated in three days with a potent combination of antibiotics was completely eliminated by a single traditional Chinese medicine pill, freeing them up to treat external injuries.

Ma Chengchuan folded the receipt and aligned it, then locked it, along with the previous version of the medical record verification document, deep inside the bottom iron drawer of his desk.

He pulled out a brand-new kraft paper medical record book.

Unscrew the cap of the black fountain pen and fill in the paper neatly.

"After changing the combination regimen of the new polarized anti-infection injection, the recurrence of redness and swelling in the damaged body subsided, and all infection indicators improved significantly, meeting the strict requirement to remove the drainage tube."

He wrote the three characters "Su Yuanzhen" on the paper.