A miraculous doctor descended from the heavens.

Life offers countless opportunities and encounters.

Sometimes, if one choice goes wrong, the road ahead will veer completely in another direction.

When Gu Feng was locked in the room, he couldn't help but wonder: if he hadn't lost his temper and talked back to that strange old man, would he have ended up in this situation?

If only I had known, I wouldn't be a beggar. If I had known I would wet the bed, I would have stood up until dawn.

Gu Feng felt sorry for himself.

In fact, with just this wooden door, let alone just one lock, even ten locks wouldn't be enough to keep him in.

The key issue wasn't the door or the lock, but the armed guards outside with submachine guns.

Gu Feng pressed his ear against the door and listened intently. There was a lot of activity outside, with guards every three steps and sentries every five steps, all the way to the main gate.

If he really tries to rush out, no matter how good his skills or how fast he moves, he'll probably be riddled with bullets before he even gets through the corridor.

If the front door is blocked, try the back door.

Although the old official had never used any back channels, there's always a first time for everything.

But although the room was large, it had no back door at all.

If I had to name one, it would only be the balcony.

When I went out onto the balcony, I found that there were more guards below than in the corridor.

He had seen plenty of landlords and rich people before, and he had seen plenty of people who were afraid of death, but he had never seen anyone hire so many people to protect their old lives.

There was no way to go to heaven, and no way to go to hell.

Enraged, Gu Feng slammed his fist on the balcony railing, cursing angrily, "Damn it, hiring so many people, don't you need to pay them wages?"

"Hehe, I'll definitely pay your salary, but don't worry, I won't have to pay for it." A lazy voice drifted up from the garden downstairs.

Gu Feng looked in the direction of the sound and his expression changed.

This man, who was not sleeping in the middle of the night, leisurely strolling in the garden, dressed in a casual Tang suit and holding a long-tube silver hookah in his hand, looking every bit the part of a typical landlord, was none other than Old Man He.

Seeing this, Gu Feng, who was already in a bad mood, became even more disheartened and mumbled, "Damn it, who has time to worry about you!"

As people get older, they need less sleep. Perhaps fearing that he might fall asleep and never wake up again, Old Man He chatted with his son and daughter-in-law for a while but still felt wide awake. As he strolled around, he came to the garden under the balcony of his granddaughter's room.

Unexpectedly, he overheard Gu Feng's nonsensical words. After a moment's thought, he knew what the kid was muttering. He wanted to annoy him a couple more times before going back to sleep, satisfied.

But after saying that, the kid disappeared from the balcony.

Gu Feng returned to his room feeling dejected. Looking at He Qiaoqing, who was lying there quietly and silently, he couldn't help but feel lost in thought.

In fact, his master had taught him a set of acupuncture techniques for patients like this who were "unconscious." But Gu Feng remained hesitant and dared not begin.

Gu Feng is always decisive and efficient, rarely hesitant. There are bound to be many reasons why he is so conflicted.

Firstly, this acupuncture technique is somewhat dangerous; if one is not careful, the apparent death could turn into a real death.

Secondly, there's not enough time. Old Man He only gave him three days, but for this acupuncture to be effective, one needs sufficient confidence and patience, at least six to eight months. If he really had to waste a year and a half here, how could he survive?

Thirdly, Gu Feng wasn't sure if this method would actually work. When his master taught him this technique, he didn't have any case studies on hand; he only gave verbal instruction. As for its actual effectiveness, no one could say for sure.

But now they can neither leave nor escape, so they have no choice but to try anything, even if it seems hopeless.

Anyway, the worst that can happen is death. Rather than dragging it out and enduring it like this, half-dead and barely hanging on, it's better to just end it all quickly.

In the dead of night, Old Man He locked him and He Qiaoqing together, which gave him a chance to take a gamble.

Having made up his mind, Gu Feng decided not to waste any more time. After giving He Qiaoqing a thorough examination, he began preparing to administer acupuncture.

One silver needle after another was taken out, long and short, big and small, and neatly arranged.

Even without anyone disturbing him, Gu Feng was still nervous. His palms were sweating as he picked up the first needle. He picked it up and put it down several times, wiping his hands, before he could finally get a feel for it and hold both needles in his hands.

The most important points are Fengfu and Yamen.

Gu Feng used both hands simultaneously, and with a swift motion, both needles were inserted into the ground at the same time.

The philtrum, Baihui point, and Naoqing point are particularly crucial. If there is any impairment of consciousness, these points must be needled.

However, these acupoints are also the most dangerous, so Gu Feng was extremely cautious when inserting these three needles, fearing that a slight tremor of his hand might cost He Qiaoqing her already incomplete life.

Fortunately, the old official's manpower was relatively stable.

The three needles were inserted without incident.

Then, Yifeng, Lianquan, Shenmen, Jiaogan, Yumen, Jianming, Shousanli, Waiguan, Huantiao, Chengguan...

By the time Gu Feng finally stopped, He Qiaoqing was covered in thorns, looking almost like a hedgehog.

All 108 acupoints on her body—28 single acupoints, 70 double acupoints, and 10 extra acupoints—were needled.

About one-fifth of the acupoints on the body were needled, including more than fifty vital acupoints and three fatal acupoints.

This acupuncture technique sounds quite frightening.

However, despite its perilous and bizarre nature, this acupuncture technique brought no surprises whatsoever.

Even after the needles were left in for thirty minutes, Gu Feng didn't even see He Qiaoqing's eyelashes tremble.

In the end, they had no choice but to remove the needle.

After a round of acupuncture, Gu Feng was completely exhausted.

Although he had expected this outcome—he was treating a person in a vegetative state, not someone with a cold or fever.

If you could wake someone up with just a few tugs of the wrist, what would be the point of having those experts and professors?

Gu Feng lost his mood and simply slumped onto the carpet, propped his chin up with his hands, leaned over the edge of the bed, and listlessly looked at He Qiaoqing on the bed.

"Little wench, you see, I really tried my best. But you insisted on lying there stiffly, and I couldn't do anything about it."

Gu Feng never speaks ill of others behind their backs; if he does, he says it to their face.

He hated Old Man He, and by extension, he now resented He Qiaoqing, who hadn't provoked him at all.

"Your damn grandfather said that if I can't wake you up, he'll lock me up here forever."

As Gu Feng spoke, he lazily propped himself up and looked the sleeping beauty up and down on the bed.

After a long pause, he finally said, "To be honest, your figure is indeed a little better than my other women, and your face is a little prettier too. Looking at the furnishings in your room, your taste and manners are probably not bad either. If you weren't in this state, I would have made do with you, even if it was a bit of a hardship. But now that you're lying here, silent and unresponsive, I have no interest in living with a walking corpse."

If Gu Feng needs an audience, then He Qiaoqing is definitely the most loyal one.

She remained quiet and didn't utter a single word.

But what Gu Feng wants now is clearly not a silent listener.

Gu Feng simply leaned close to her ear and started chattering and babbling. Ugly, bad, unpleasant, vicious, cursing, improper, undignified... he didn't care about the consequences, he just said whatever sounded good, whatever would make him feel better, whatever would make him feel relieved.

Was it that Gu Da Guanren couldn't bear the blow of failure, or was he provoked too much by Old Man He, that he suddenly turned into a shrew who curses in the street?

No, no, no, besides relieving his internal heat, he has already started using another method to treat his illness.

The book says that although people in a vegetative state have lost consciousness and have cognitive impairment, they often still respond to auditory stimuli.

Stimulating brain nerves with sound is a method worth trying.

But her family must have said all those nice, touching, and warm words long ago.

On the contrary, her family would never say anything harsh or hurtful to her.

In order to wake her up, Gu Feng had no choice but to play the villain.

When ordinary, conventional methods fail, Gu Feng prefers to take unconventional approaches, even resorting to fighting poison with poison.

Who cares? White cat or black cat, as long as it catches mice, it's a good cat, right?

So, Gu Feng completely let go.

But this trick, which usually works, has no effect at all now.

No matter how sarcastic, mocking, or even cursing he was, He Qiaoqing didn't even lift her eyelids.

Although her eyelashes seemed to flutter slightly, it was only unconscious...