Chapter 313 Golden Needle for Salvation
This is not a discussion; it is clearly an order that cannot be resisted.
Before Sister Lan could recover from her shock, Bai Shu had already turned to Aunt Fang, his voice still hoarse: "Serve me pen and ink."
Aunt Fang quickly took out paper and pen from her cloth bag.
Bai Shu took the pen, and without even looking at Sister Lan kneeling on the ground, wrote down a prescription in a flourish.
"Prepare the medicine according to the prescription, and immediately prepare a large wooden tub to boil the herbs into a soup. I want to give him a medicinal bath."
She handed the prescription to Aunt Fang and added, "Also, prepare a box of gold needles, specifically filiform needles."
Aunt Fang took the prescription and nodded emphatically: "Yes!"
Only then did Sister Lan seem to wake up from her daze, and she scrambled to her feet, saying, "Sir, I...I'll go do it!"
Bai Shu glanced at her but didn't say anything.
Aunt Fang stopped her: "Sister Lan, you stay and follow the master's orders, I'll go and do it!"
Aunt Fang left in a hurry, and Sister Lan stood helplessly to the side, not daring to breathe.
The door was ajar, and Lu Jingyan's tall figure stood guard outside, like a silent door god. His posture was casual, but his aura of keeping strangers at bay made the entire alley quiet down.
A curious neighbor wanted to come over and see what was going on, but as soon as he peeked out, he met Lu Jingyan's gaze, which was as cold as ice. The person shrank back in fright and immediately ran away.
Inside the room, Bai Shu had already walked to the bedside.
She took off her oversized trench coat, revealing a neat Zhongshan suit underneath, which made her figure appear even more slender. She took out the gold needles she had brought with her and carefully sterilized them over an alcohol lamp.
Looking at her slender, fair hands, Sister Lan felt a pang of doubt. Could such a young "gentleman" really be up to the task?
But when she thought of what he had just said, she swallowed all her doubts.
Bai Shu ignored her thoughts, took a deep breath, and slowly circulated the internal energy of the Taiyi Xuanjing within his body.
She picked up a gold needle, and her gaze suddenly sharpened.
"Take off his shirt."
Sister Lan was startled and quickly stepped forward, trembling as she unbuttoned her husband Uncle Sun's shirt, revealing his thin, bony chest covered with gray spots.
Without further hesitation, Bai Zhu flicked his wrist, and the golden needle pierced Sun Shu's chest at the Tanzhong acupoint with unparalleled precision.
Without pausing, her hands danced like butterflies among flowers, continuously inserting golden needles into various acupoints all over Uncle Sun's body. Her movements were so fast it was dazzling, and each needle was both steady and accurate.
Sister Lan felt that the aura of the "gentleman" in front of her had completely changed. He was no longer indifferent as before, but a powerful and focused presence.
The process of applying acupuncture is extremely taxing on the mind and internal energy.
Su Wantang could feel the power within her body flowing continuously into Uncle Sun's dried-up meridians through these golden needles, like a warm current trying to wash away the toxins that had accumulated over the years.
Time passed second by second, and fine beads of sweat appeared on her forehead, her face turning slightly pale.
Standing at the door, Lu Jingyan couldn't see what was happening inside, but his hearing was incredibly sharp. The increasingly rapid breathing inside made his heart clench. His hands unconsciously clenched into fists.
Suddenly, Lan Jie inside the room let out a suppressed gasp.
All that could be seen was that the tips of Uncle Sun's originally bluish-black fingers, like ripe mulberries, slowly oozed a few drops of extremely foul-smelling black blood.
The black blood dripped onto the yellowed sheets with a "sizzle," sending up a wisp of barely visible blue smoke.
Sister Lan was so frightened that she took a step back, covered her mouth tightly with her hand, and stared wide-eyed like copper bells.
Bai Zhu's breathing became somewhat rapid. She knew that this was the most crucial step, using her internal energy to force the deadly poison in her internal organs towards her extremities.
Just then, Aunt Fang came in with two helpers carrying a large wooden tub, followed by two people carrying scalding hot medicinal soup.
"Sir, everything is ready!"
"Put him in," Bai Shu said, retracting the golden needle.
Several workers hurriedly lifted Uncle Sun, who was almost weightless, and carefully placed him into a wooden barrel that smelled strongly of medicine.
Almost as soon as he entered the water, Uncle Sun's previously lifeless body suddenly twitched.
Then, something even more astonishing happened.
In the pitch-black medicinal soup, layers of greasy filth began to churn, and an indescribable stench instantly filled the entire room.
And Uncle Sun, whose face had been ashen, miraculously regained a faint hue on his lifeless face.
"This...this..." Sister Lan pointed at the wooden bucket, unable to finish her sentence. The look in her eyes as she looked at Bai Shu had changed from awe to fanatical faith.
This isn't medicine, it's a miracle!
For the next three days, Lu Jingyan drove Su Wantang over every afternoon.
To avoid attracting attention, they switched to an ordinary Jeep.
Bai Zhu would come over every day to give Uncle Sun acupuncture to expel any remaining toxins, and then have him take a medicinal bath. Before leaving each time, she would leave behind a bowl of clear, watery "medicinal soup" and instruct Sister Lan to feed it to Uncle Sun on time.
Lan Jie didn't know that the seemingly plain soup was actually diluted with spiritual spring water from the Begonia Space by Su Wantang, making it a truly miraculous medicine capable of bringing the dead back to life.
Uncle Sun's condition is improving at a speed visible to the naked eye.
On the first day, he was able to turn over in bed by himself.
The next day, he was able to sit up against the headboard and drink a whole bowl of rice porridge.
On the third day, when Bai Zhu came to the courtyard again, Uncle Sun, with Sister Lan's help, was able to get out of bed and slowly walk a few steps in the house.
As Lan Jie watched her husband get better day by day, she was so excited that she didn't know what to say. Every time she saw Bai Zhu, she would either kowtow or shed tears.
Finally, the seventh day arrived.
When Bai Shu and Lu Jingyan entered the courtyard, they saw Uncle Sun sitting on a stone bench in the courtyard, basking in the sun.
Although he was still very weak and thin, his complexion had regained its rosy hue and his eyes had regained their sparkle. He was completely different from the living dead man who had been lying in bed waiting to die seven days ago.
Upon seeing Bai Shu enter, Uncle Sun struggled to stand up and bow.
Sister Lan and Aunt Fang quickly supported him from both sides.
"Sir!" Uncle Sun's voice was still a little hoarse, but full of energy, "I can't thank you enough for such a great kindness!"
Seeing this scene, Sister Lan and Aunt Fang could no longer control their emotions. They were so moved that tears streamed down their faces, and they were about to kneel down in front of Bai Shu.
"Alright." Bai Shu raised her hand to stop them. "I kept my promise of seven days."
Lan wiped away her tears, turned around and ran into the house.
When she came out again, she was holding a tray covered with a red cloth in both hands. She walked step by step to Bai Shu and knelt down solemnly.
She lifted the red cloth, revealing a strange abacus on the tray, its frame a deep purple-brown, but its beads gleaming black. Beside the abacus lay a stack of letters and an account book.
"Sir, this is the poisonous abacus." Sister Lan raised her head, her eyes filled with unprecedented determination and resolve.
"These are the letters I exchanged with Qian Hao, the young master of Derentang, because I was blinded by greed, as well as the false accounts I made by embezzling funds from the Chamber of Commerce to purchase banned drugs for him."
"I will never forget your kindness in saving my life, sir! From this day forward, my life belongs to the Chamber of Commerce. If I ever harbor the slightest disloyalty, may I be struck by lightning and die a horrible death!"
Her voice was strong and clear, each word representing her rebirth and complete surrender.
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