Lin Wan did not stop crying because of the old lady's words; instead, she cried even harder.
She had too many regrets in her heart. When she wanted to treat someone well, she might never have the chance again. The tree wanted to be still, but the wind wouldn't stop; the sister wanted to be close to her brother, but he was no longer there.
When Lin An was two years old, Lin Wan lost him for the first time. When Lin An left home, it was the second time she lost him. And this time, it is probably the last time she will lose him.
I always thought, take it slow, we can talk about it later, there will be other opportunities. But time waits for no one, and no one knows which farewell between people will be the last.
Zhou Chen sat down next to Lin Wan and Zhou Ya, handing them tissues. He thought to himself, "Lin An, you've made my sister and the person I like cry by lying down alone. When you get up, I'll settle the score with you."
A series of hurried footsteps approached, and Xu Mo appeared in everyone's sight with Lu Miao.
Lin Wan immediately stopped crying, went to greet Xu Mo, and asked, "Is this the miracle doctor?"
Xu Mo quickly introduced, "Yes, this is Lu Miao, the Divine Physician Lu."
Zhou Shengren, Xu Hai, Master Qin and the others were all shocked. The seemingly ordinary old man in front of them was actually Doctor Lu, a man of aloofness and secretive whereabouts.
The legendary Dr. Lu, whom countless wealthy people would love to meet but could never get a chance to see, rushed to the hospital during a typhoon for Lin An's sake. It seems that Lin An's connections are even stronger than imagined.
Lin Wan didn't know how famous Lu Miao was; she only knew that the divine doctor could save lives. She looked at the divine doctor Lu and pleaded, "Please, please save my brother. I'll do anything, no matter how expensive the medicine is!"
Lin Wan knelt down as she spoke, and even tried to kowtow to Lu Miao, but Zhou Chen stopped her: "Wanwan, don't do this, Doctor Lu will do his best."
Zhou Chen admired Lin Wan's rationality and composure the most, but now that Lin Wan has lost her mind, she seems even more pitiful.
Lu Miao quickly replied, "Don't worry, Lin An has been kind to me, and I will do my best."
After saying that, he carried his large medicine box to Lin An's bedside.
Lu Miao first took Lin An's pulse, and after a moment, he frowned and said:
"I'm afraid the poison he was given was a mixture, not a single one. The reactions to poisoning in each of his internal organs are different. There's no need to wait for the antidote; it's useless."
"Not the same kind?" Lin Wan's heart trembled. What kind of deep-seated hatred would drive someone to such a ruthless act? "Is there any hope left?"
"Let me try," Lu Miao said, opening his medicine box and taking out a cloth bag.
Unfold the cloth bag, and thirteen silver needles of varying lengths are revealed.
Everyone watched with bated breath.
Lu Miao's acupuncture technique was very steady, and in the blink of an eye, the thirteen silver needles were inserted into various parts of Lin An's body.
Lin Wan hurriedly asked, "Dr. Lu, is it really okay to just wait like this?"
Lu Miao stared at the thirteen silver needles on Lin An's body and made a shushing gesture. At this moment, everyone saw that the silver needles had all turned black.
Lin Wan unconsciously clenched her fists in nervousness, not daring to make a sound and disturb Lu Miao.
Lu Miao leaned closer and carefully observed the degree of blackening and color differences of each silver needle. Then, to everyone's astonishment, he pulled out the needles one by one.
He took out another cloth bag from his medicine box, opened it, and inside were thirteen silver needles.
Based on the reaction to the previous acupuncture treatment, Lu Miao adjusted the position and depth of the needles, and soon the thirteen silver needles turned black again.
With a calm expression, Doctor Lu bent down to examine the silver needles and then removed them one by one.
When everyone saw him rummage through his medicine box and pull out another packet of silver needles, their expressions changed from initial awe to doubt. Just how many packets of silver needles were there?
What they didn't know was that Lu Miao had studied under many masters, one of whom was the Thirteen Ghost Needles. With just thirteen needles, a person could be pulled back from the brink of death. However, his talent was limited, and he couldn't do what his master did. So he came up with a clumsy method: to win by sheer quantity!
If thirteen needles are not feasible, one hundred and thirty needles should be achievable. In the field of acupuncture, Lu Miao gave himself the title of one hundred and thirty needles.
To ensure he could save Lin An's life, he brought twenty packs of needles with him on this trip, totaling two hundred and sixty silver needles.
When the silver needles were replaced for the sixth time, the crowd's expressions changed from doubt to pity. Killing someone is just a matter of beheading them.
Lin Wan looked at her younger brother, who was covered in needle marks, and felt heartbroken. She began to regret asking Doctor Lu to do his best. If it didn't work, then forget it; he was about to be stabbed through.
However, at this point, the speed at which the silver needles turned black had slowed down.
Lin An's blood pressure and blood oxygen levels have returned to normal.
After Lu Miao administered the acupuncture for the seventh time and arranged the silver needles, he looked at Lin An with satisfaction and nodded, then said to everyone, "The person is no longer in danger of death!"
He paused for a moment, waiting for the family to express their gratitude profusely, and for everyone to applaud.
However, there was nothing there; you could hear a pin drop in the ward! Everyone remained silent, looking at Lin An with pained eyes.
Lu Miao coughed awkwardly twice, then said, "Well, his poison has been basically neutralized."
Upon hearing this, everyone's tense nerves relaxed. Lin Wan covered her mouth, bursting into tears of joy, thanking heaven and the divine doctor for giving her a chance to make amends for her past mistakes.
She rushed forward excitedly, wanting to kneel down and thank Lu Miao. He had indeed done everything he could to save Lin An's life, just as she had pleaded. Apart from having a few needle marks, he was fine.
"Dr. Lu, thank you so much."
Lu Miao anticipated her actions and helped her up before she could bend her knees: "You're too kind. I told you Lin An was kind to me, you don't need to be so polite."
Lin Wan then asked, "How long will it take for my brother to wake up? He has the college entrance exam tomorrow."
Upon hearing this, Zhao Gancheng and Yu Yuntian, both academic underachievers, shuddered. "What kind of devil is he? At a time like this, he's still thinking about the college entrance exam?"
Lu Miao glanced at Lin An, whose complexion had turned from pale to rosy, and replied, "Judging from his current condition, he should wake up soon."
Seeing that Lin An's heartbeat was still fluctuating wildly on the instrument screen, Lin Wan asked in confusion:
"What's wrong with his heartbeat? He's been lying down and hasn't been doing any strenuous exercise, so why is it beating so fast?"
Lu Miao frowned and speculated, "He might be having a vivid dream."
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