Li Jin skillfully took out the silver needles, carefully sterilized them over an alcohol lamp, and her eyes instantly became focused and determined. She took a deep breath and began to apply the needles, using the exquisite skills she had honed through years of studying traditional Chinese medicine.

The first silver needle pierced Gong Moze's Baihui acupoint with perfect accuracy. Li Jin twisted the needle while simultaneously channeling her profound internal energy into Gong Moze's body through it. Her internal energy flowed like a gentle stream along the meridians, attempting to dissolve the stagnant blood in his brain. Immediately afterward, the second needle landed on his Shenting acupoint. Li Jin focused intently, fine beads of sweat gradually forming on her forehead.

However, just as Li Jin was about to insert the third needle, Gong Moze's body suddenly began to tremble violently, and the vital signs data on the instruments fluctuated drastically.

Those standing outside the ICU felt their hearts leap into their throats, as if gripped by an invisible hand. Shock and worry filled their faces as they stared wide-eyed at the closed ICU door, as if they could see through it what was happening inside.

Grandpa Gong naturally knew that Li Jin was definitely treating Mo Ze. Although he felt a little uneasy, he had more trust in Li Jin's medical skills. When doctors and nurses rushed in, Grandpa Gong unhesitatingly spread his arms to block their way.

"Don't go in!" Old Master Gong's voice was deep and firm, carrying an unquestionable authority. "Let that child try; perhaps she has a way to make Mo Ze completely better."

Zhu Susu stood to the side, feigning anxiety. She said in a shrill voice, "Father, how can you let that little girl help Mo Ze with his treatment! What if something happens to her?" Her words were full of distrust of Li Jin and worry for Mo Ze, as if letting Li Jin in would bring misfortune upon Mo Ze.

Gong Jun, the eldest son of the Gong family, nodded in agreement, his brows furrowed, his tone revealing his dissatisfaction: "Father, Mo Ze is your own grandson! That Xiao Jin is so young, what medical skills could she possibly know? The experts here have all said that Mo Ze has injured his brain. Apart from possibly some aftereffects, there is no danger to his life. Why are you still letting her torment Mo Ze? If something happens to Mo Ze, how can I explain it to his deceased mother!" His words were like a heavy hammer, striking everyone's hearts hard, making the already tense atmosphere even more so.

Old Master Gong stared at his eldest son with a somber expression, his disappointment surging like a tidal wave. However, he didn't let this emotion show in his words, but said in an unusually firm tone, "I believe in Jin'er! Mo Ze believes in her too!"

Grandma Gong looked at Gong Jun with equal disappointment and sighed, "Eldest son, if you have something to do, you should go first! We'll take care of Mo Ze here, so you don't need to worry about him. But you should pay more attention to your youngest son!"

Wang Jing, the second daughter-in-law of the Gong family, stood aside silently supporting the old lady Gong, without saying a word, seemingly indifferent to everything.

In the intensive care unit, Li Jin knew she absolutely couldn't afford to lose her composure. She gritted her teeth, straining to increase her internal energy output, hoping to stabilize Gong Moze's condition. However, this action was like stirring up a hornet's nest, triggering even stronger resistance. Gong Moze's body trembled more and more violently, like a candle flickering in the wind, ready to be extinguished at any moment.

Even more distressing was the sight of a trickle of blood oozing from the corner of Gong Moze's mouth, its bright red color starkly contrasting against the white hospital bed. Li Jin was frantic with worry; beads of sweat streamed down her face like broken strings of pearls, soaking her mask and making it almost impossible for her to breathe.

Zhu Susu saw this scene from outside the door, a hint of barely perceptible schadenfreude flashing in her eyes, and muttered to herself, "See? I knew she couldn't do it, but she still insisted on being strong." Old Mrs. Gong, on the other hand, looked worried and kept praying with her hands clasped together.

Li Jin took a deep breath, forcing herself to calm down, and quickly adjusted her acupuncture strategy. She changed the route of her internal energy, using a gentler and more circuitous approach to strike the bruised area again. With Li Jin's efforts, Gong Moze's trembling gradually subsided, and the data on the instruments slowly stabilized.

Li Jin dared not relax for a moment and continued to administer acupuncture. One silver needle after another was accurately inserted into the acupoints, each movement filled with her deep concern and expectations for Gong Moze. Finally, after inserting the last silver needle, Gong Moze's tightly furrowed brows slowly relaxed, and his complexion seemed to regain a touch of color.

Li Jin slumped wearily to the side. She knew this was only the first step, and a long and arduous treatment process lay ahead. But seeing Gong Moze's condition improve, a glimmer of hope ignited in her heart.

When Li Jin walked out of the intensive care unit, everyone immediately surrounded him. Grandpa Gong anxiously inquired about the situation, and Li Jin forced himself to speak, saying, "Grandpa, Mo Ze is fine. He should wake up soon, but he still needs continued treatment." Grandpa Gong nodded with relief, his eyes full of gratitude.

Zhu Susu stared intently at Li Jin, inwardly cursing him for ruining her plans, but she forced a smile that looked more like a grimace, and said insincerely, "Oh, Xiao Jin, you're really amazing! I knew it, with your abilities, you'd definitely have no problem!"

However, Li Jin had absolutely no interest in her feigned affection, not even bothering to glance at her. He just wanted to find a quiet place to rest, after all, he had just undergone a terrifying surgery, and his body and mind were at their limits.

So, Li Jin just gave Zhu Susu a few perfunctory words, and then, in the ward that the Gong family had specially arranged for him, he lay down on the bed like a lump of mud, closed his eyes tightly, and quickly fell asleep.

Meanwhile, Grandpa Gong quietly waited outside Gong Moze's intensive care unit, his gaze fixed on his grandson's tightly closed eyes, his eyes filled with both determination and an undisguised weariness. Although Gong Moze's condition remained very serious, Grandpa Gong firmly believed that Li Jin would have a miraculous cure and help his beloved grandson make a full recovery.

Meanwhile, back home, Zhu Susu plopped down on the sofa, her fake smile vanishing instantly like a punctured balloon. In its place lay a look of malice and resentment.