Liu Feng and Jiu'er entered the ward, where the air was filled with the smell of disinfectant, mixed with a depressing silence.
Inside the ward, the unconscious young master lay quietly on the bed, as if he had fallen into a deep sleep.
Several doctors in white coats gathered around the bed, their expressions grave and their eyes filled with helplessness.
Not far away, a square-faced man sat in a chair, looking haggard.
That was Zhao Xiao's father, Zhao Hongwen, a famous business tycoon in Kyoto. He had two sons and a daughter. His eldest son died young in a car accident, and his second daughter was already married. Now, his only son, Zhao Xiao, was in an uncertain situation.
At this moment, he didn't seem like a powerful business tycoon, but rather like a father who had lost all hope.
Hearing footsteps, Zhao Hongwen looked up at Jiu'er, his eyes filled with wariness and anger: "Who are you? Who allowed you to come in?"
Jiu'er whispered, "We came to save him."
Zhao Hongwen calmed down slightly and said in a hoarse voice, "Who are you? I don't recognize you at all."
Jiu'er did not reveal her identity directly to avoid unnecessary disputes, but simply said, "We were invited by the Chu family."
Zhao Hongwen's gaze darkened as he looked the two men up and down.
Jiu'er is pure and refined, with an elegant demeanor; Liu Feng is handsome and otherworldly, with an extraordinary bearing. Their composure and confidence alone make them unlike ordinary people.
He frowned. Although he still didn't believe that the two young men in front of him could do anything, he was unwilling to give up any chance of survival.
After a moment's hesitation, he said, "If you can really save my son, the Zhao family will definitely reward you handsomely."
Liu Feng did not respond to his promise. He stepped forward, looked at Zhao Xiao on the hospital bed, and asked, "How long has he been unconscious?"
Zhao Hongwen sighed deeply: "After half a month, the doctor said... he probably won't wake up."
Upon hearing this, the doctors silently made way for each other, their eyes filled with both curiosity and a hint of disdain.
Liu Feng walked to the bedside, his slender fingers gently touching Zhao Xiao's forehead. The moment his fingertips touched him, Zhao Xiao's expression immediately darkened.
He frowned and said in a low voice, "Did he have encephalitis before?"
Zhao Hongwen was startled. This matter was extremely secretive, and no one outside of his family and attending physician knew about it. He couldn't help but feel more suspicious of Liu Feng, but he still answered truthfully, "Yes."
Liu Feng nodded slightly, his tone indifferent: "His old illness had not healed, and he had been drinking excessively. In addition, he suffered a severe blow to the head, which led to necrosis of the brainstem tissue."
Zhao Hongwen's heart skipped a beat, and his voice trembled slightly: "How...how did you know?"
Liu Feng's expression remained unchanged: "I could tell."
A storm raged within Zhao Hongwen, who then asked urgently, "Is there any hope?"
Liu Feng's gaze was calm as he said, "It cannot be saved by ordinary means, but it is not without a solution."
"Who can save us?"
"I."
The ward fell into a deathly silence.
Finally, a doctor couldn't hold back any longer and sneered, "Young man, medicine is not child's play. Do you know that human life is at stake?"
Another doctor scoffed: "We consulted with top experts from home and abroad. If there was really a cure, why would it have dragged on until today?"
Upon hearing this, Zhao Hongwen hesitated for a moment. He looked at Liu Feng, then at his son on the hospital bed, his eyes filled with struggle.
Ignoring the doubts of the crowd, Liu Feng took out a roll of silver needles from his pocket.
The doctors' expressions changed drastically.
"what are you up to?"
"Save people."
"Absurd!" a doctor wearing gold-rimmed glasses angrily rebuked. "Zhao Xiao's condition is extremely dangerous; his brain nerves are fragile. How can you just randomly insert needles?"
"This is a hospital. You can't do this without our permission—"
Before she could finish speaking, Jiu'er stepped forward, her eyes cold: "The illnesses your hospital can't cure, we will. Please step aside and don't disturb us."
A doctor frowned and turned to Zhao Hongwen: "Mr. Zhao, are you just going to let these two young men run wild? If anything goes wrong, our hospital will not be responsible!"
Before Zhao Hongwen could respond, Jiu'er lightly tapped her hand, and the people in the ward froze on the spot, unable to speak or move. They could only stare wide-eyed in horror, their hearts filled with inexplicable shock. What kind of bizarre method was this?
They had never seen anything so amazing.
"Don't misunderstand," Jiu'er chuckled. "I just want you to be quiet for a moment so as not to interfere with the treatment."
Without further hesitation, Liu Feng pierced through the air with his silver needles, quickly inserting them into multiple acupoints on Zhao Xiao's head.
"Tianmen, Baihui, Fengchi..."
As soon as the silver needle entered, dark blood seeped out from the tip, staining the snow-white sheets red.
Fine beads of sweat appeared on Zhao Xiao's forehead, and his originally lifeless face was faintly flushed with color.
Liu Feng's technique was exquisite; each needle landed on an extremely precise acupoint, as if beams of light were awakening a sleeping soul.
A quarter of an hour later, Liu Feng put away the silver needles and gently pressed his fingertips on the back of Zhao Xiao's head. A wisp of almost imperceptible spiritual energy flowed into Zhao Xiao's brainstem, slowly repairing the damaged tissue.
Time passed by, and the ward was so quiet that only the ticking of the medical equipment could be heard.
Although Zhao Hongwen was unable to move, his heart was in his throat. His gaze was fixed on his son's face, and he silently prayed for a miracle.
When Liu Feng stopped, Zhao Hongwen suddenly noticed that his son's eyelids twitched slightly.
He thought he was seeing things, but then Zhao Xiao's fingers twitched slightly.
Jiu'er nodded and asked softly, "Is it ready?"
Liu Feng hummed in agreement, his tone calm: "He'll wake up soon."
With a wave of her hand, Jiu'er sent a gentle breeze through the room, instantly restoring the mobility of the people inside.
The doctors were about to speak up to stop them, but Liu Feng and Jiu'er had already turned and left.
"Stop! Don't move! You're bleeding so much, who will we contact if something goes wrong?" a doctor shouted angrily.
However, Liu Feng and Jiu'er seemed not to hear them and walked out of the ward without looking back.
Just then, a weak but clear voice rang out.
"dad……"
Zhao Hongwen was jolted awake and turned his head sharply. He saw Zhao Xiao slowly open his eyes. Although his gaze was still somewhat unfocused, he was indeed awake.
His eyes instantly welled up with tears. He rushed to the bedside, tightly grasped his son's hand, and exclaimed in a trembling voice, "My son, you're awake! You're really awake!"
Zhao Xiao looked around blankly, his voice weak: "...What happened to me?"
"Young Master Zhao is awake!"
The ward erupted in chaos, and the doctors, after regaining their composure, were filled with shock.
Several doctors rushed forward to check the equipment, and the results showed that Zhao Xiao's vital signs were rapidly recovering.
"A miracle...it's truly a miracle..."
The doctors stared in disbelief at this miraculous scene. The doctor with the gold-rimmed glasses opened his mouth slightly, but couldn't say a word.
"Where is he? Wait!" A doctor realized what was happening, ran outside, and shouted.
But when he chased after them, the corridor was empty; Liu Feng and Jiu'er had vanished without a trace.
Zhao Hongwen arrived at the ward door, his gaze fixed intently on the end of the corridor.
"Investigate their relationship with the Chu family..."
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