As Su Ruyi spoke, she dodged, and a golden needle pierced the child's heart. While twisting the needle, she said, "The child can still be saved!"
"Dr. Jin, who is this girl? She said... she said there's still hope?" The baby's grandmother looked at Jin Dachun hesitantly, her eyes filled with despair and disbelief.
“This is my apprentice, a new educated youth from Dingjiatun. Her name is Su Ruyi.” Jin Dachun said, frowning as he spoke. “This child is kind-hearted. Let her give it a try; it might work!”
"Shu Zhiqing! Doctor Su! My son Bingguo can still be saved, right?" The baby's mother crawled over on her knees and kowtowed to Su Ruyi. "Doctor Su! Please save my son! I beg you!"
"Don't speak yet!" Su Ruyi nodded, laid the baby's swaddling clothes on the ground, lifted his feet, and then applied an acupuncture needle to the golden gate.
Everyone gasped in shock.
This acupoint is the perineum. Using this acupoint is a risky move, but Su Ruyi did not hesitate because the book clearly states that although it is risky, as long as it is accurate, it can achieve twice the result with half the effort.
With the help of her divine sense, the baby's meridians appeared to her as if they were drawn out, without the slightest deviation.
Her hands moved swiftly, and the remaining eleven needles were already inserted into the baby's body.
Immediately after stopping the needles, she gently stroked the baby's thirteen corresponding acupoints to guide the Qi.
Jin Dachun's eyes widened at this sight, and he muttered to himself, "This is...this is actually..."
Before he could finish speaking, everyone watched as the bruises on the child's body gradually faded, and the child turned bright red, just like a skinned rabbit.
The child's mother bit her lip, seemingly unaware that it was bleeding.
The child's grandmother pinched her thigh, completely unaware that her fingernails were digging into her flesh.
Everyone else stared wide-eyed, completely silent.
Su Ruyi began to have the needles removed.
Each time a needle is removed, a thin mist resembling water vapor rises from the corresponding acupoint; it is dark purple in color but dissipates immediately.
Su Ruyi gestured to everyone, "Get out of the way, it's not good to be hit by this deathly aura."
Everyone immediately took three steps back.
After all seven needles were removed, the baby's skin returned to its normal rosy color.
Su Ruyi reached out and touched his neck, then checked his breath.
Then he picked up his feet and patted his back twice.
"Crack!" A small, congealed blood clot fell from the baby's mouth.
Su Ruyi patted his buttocks twice more, this time with a bit more force.
"Wah..." A not-so-loud baby's cry rang out.
Then, the crying grew louder, and within that crying was boundless urgency and grievance...
The child's mother and grandmother rushed over.
A middle-aged man with a ruddy complexion stepped forward and knelt down before Su Ruyi: "Dr. Su, thank you! Thank you for saving my son!"
Su Ruyi quickly pulled him up: "Don't do this!"
The middle-aged man felt that Su Ruyi was as strong as an ox.
At this moment, the child's mother and grandmother also crawled over on their knees, holding the child, and were about to kowtow.
Su Ruyi quickly stepped aside and pointed at Jin Dachun: "My master taught me all of this, but he is injured and has difficulty walking, so he can't perform acupuncture. If you want to thank someone, thank my master!"
The crowd knelt before Jin Dachun again.
Jin Dachun sat there, unable to move or dodge, but he was still in shock because he felt that what he saw Su Ruyi using seemed to be an ancient acupuncture technique that had long been lost.
The middle-aged man approached Su Ruyi again, patting his chest and saying, "From today onwards, Dr. Su and Dr. Jin, you are the saviors of Bingguo! My name is Ding Dalong, and I will remember your kindness and repay it!"
Su Ruyi felt a little embarrassed by him.
Jin Dachun chuckled and said, "Alright, take the child back now! Don't feed him too much these next couple of days!"
The group left, expressing their deepest gratitude.
Just as Jin Dachun was about to ask Su Ruyi a question, there was a knock on the front door again.
"Please come in!" Su Ruyi called out.
Then, Zhao, the guard who had drawn his gun as a warning yesterday, walked in.
With a slight smile on his face, he said to Jin Dachun, "Dr. Jin, I know you're not feeling well, and I really shouldn't trouble you, but the general has a terrible headache today..."
Jin Dachun glanced at Su Ruyi: "Come on, come with me on a house call!"
Su Ruyi glanced worriedly at Jin Dachun's feet: "Master, house call... are you sure you can manage?"
Jin Dachun had already deftly set up his crutches: "Why not? As long as he can still breathe, I can't leave my patient hanging! Stop trying to persuade me, hurry up and get my needle kit from the back!"
Guard Zhao had already pushed a wheelchair over.
Jin Dachun's eyes lit up when he saw it, and he immediately sat down: "Zhao'er, is this for me?"
"Uh..." Xiao Zhao said awkwardly, "This belongs to the general. I'm borrowing it for you."
Jin Dachun waved his hand: "Alright, I'll accept it! Zhao'er, you're so kind!"
Xiao Zhao smiled and shook his head: "I'm truly impressed by you, Dr. Jin!"
Su Ruyi searched through every cabinet in the back room before finally finding a small needle case, which she quickly grabbed and followed.
Once outside, I realized that Xiao Zhao was driving Beijing 212 this time. Judging from the license plate, it was the same car that had come to pick up Shen Heping.
Furthermore, the driver who picked up Heping last time was also in the car.
Jin Dachun reluctantly got out of the wheelchair and was helped into the back seat.
Su Ruyi still placed his injured leg on her handbag, and then squeezed on top of him.
Xiao Zhao was driving, and the driver from last time was in the passenger seat.
The outskirts of Tieshi were closer to Dingjiatun than Tieshi itself.
In less than half an hour, Xiao Zhao drove the car to the residence.
They drove straight in.
Looking at the military camp she had never seen before—staffed, running, resting, their uniform military posture, resounding slogans, and energetic young faces—Su Ruyi couldn't help but feel a surge of emotion and tears welled up in her eyes.
The jeep drove through the entire military camp and stopped in front of a small Soviet-style building.
Xiao Zhao simply carried Jin Dachun on his back and climbed up three floors.
As soon as the door opened, a woman with an anxious face came forward: "Dr. Jin, I'm so sorry! I... I was really worried about my husband, so I had to swallow my pride and do this! Please don't blame me!"
It turns out she is General Shen Guoliang's wife.
Su Ruyi looked at her. She was a woman from Jiangnan with a broad face, around thirty years old. Her Southern Mandarin had a mixed accent of Northeastern Mandarin, indicating that she had lived here for a long time.
But how come Shen Heping's second aunt is so young?
Jin Dachun waved his hand: "No need to be polite, just pack two boxes of your pickled vegetables for me later!"
With that, he picked up his crutches and headed toward General Shen's bedroom, calling out to Su Ruyi, "Come on!"
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