The old Ji family residence in the capital city.
Ji Yanchen led Shi Miao through the courtyard, turned into the corridor, and arrived at a uniquely decorated courtyard.
As soon as I reached the door, I heard panicked noises coming from inside.
Shi Miao looked into the room and saw an elderly man with white hair lying on the bed, his eyes closed and his brows furrowed with worry.
The doctor and the people around him were running around frantically.
"The tumor in Mr. Ji's brain is already compressing his nerves. I recommend surgery to remove it as soon as possible, but the success rate is less than 30%," the lead doctor said.
"You've been treating him for so long, why is he still unconscious?" Jiang Ting asked in a deep voice, his brows furrowed.
The lead doctor looked embarrassed: "Well, the situation is quite critical. He needs surgery to remove the tumor before he can wake up."
"I have a way." A clear and pleasant female voice came from the doorway.
These unexpected words drew everyone's attention to her.
Standing at the door was a slender, tall girl with delicate features who looked like a student.
However, the composure in his eyes and brows is something that cannot be ignored.
"Yan Chen, you're back. And who is this?" Jiang Ting looked at the two people at the door.
"A miracle doctor." Ji Yanchen nodded.
"Really? That's great! Dad's saved now, but this miracle doctor seems to have a problem." A hint of worry flashed in Ji Rou's eyes.
"Yes, trust her."
The lead doctor couldn't believe that the miracle doctor was actually a little girl, and scoffed, "This brain tumor is in an extremely tricky location; the success rate of surgery is less than 50%. You think you have a solution?"
Upon hearing this, Shi Miao crossed her arms, her gaze casual and flippant, and retorted mercilessly, "Just because you can't do it doesn't mean others can't."
"You... do you even know the Imperial Medical Research Institute? How dare you question my expertise?"
Ji Yanchen's expression suddenly turned cold. "Shut up and get out."
The leading doctor didn't dare utter a sound, meekly saying "yes," before leading the research team outside.
Ji Yanchen turned to look at Shi Miao, his eyes filled with a mixture of tenderness, "Go and take a look."
"Okay." Shi Miao nodded and went inside.
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Shi Miao took the old man's pulse, then looked up at Ji Yanchen and said calmly, "I'm going to give him acupuncture."
A hint of worry flashed in Jiang Ting's eyes, and he said in a deep voice, "Divine Doctor, how are you? Are you alright?"
"Hmm, it's not a big problem, don't worry."
Shi Miao took a wooden box out of his bag, and inside were neatly arranged silver needles.
After disinfecting, Shi Miao picked up the silver needles and began to insert them one by one into the acupoints on the old man's head.
The girl's needle-sticking technique was quick, ruthless, and accurate. Jiang Ting and Ji Rou were extremely nervous, afraid that Shi Miao would stick the needle in the wrong place.
In contrast, Ji Yanchen remained calm, leaning lazily against the table as he watched the girl's fluid movements.
......
Half an hour later.
Shi Miao removed the silver needles one by one, disinfected them, and then slowly put them back in their original positions.
Acupuncture is also very energy-consuming; by the end of the procedure, Miao had a thin layer of sweat on her forehead.
"Do you have paper and a pen?" She put the box into her schoolbag and turned to look at the three people standing to the side.
"Yes, yes, yes," Ji Rou nodded in response.
"Wipe it off." Ji Yanchen handed over a tissue, his voice low and gentle.
"Ah, thank you!" Shi Miao reached out and took it.
Her fingertips brushed against his palm unintentionally, tickling him as if it were scratching his heart, and Ji Yanchen's eyes darkened.
"Here you are, miracle doctor." Ji Rou stepped forward and handed her the pen and paper.
......
A few minutes later, Shi Miao wrote out a prescription. "Get the medicine according to the prescription, three times a day. I will come to give him acupuncture every month. The tumor should be eliminated in about six months."
As she spoke, Shi Miao took out two small jars of pills from her bag and handed them to Ji Yanchen, "Also, take these with you when you need them to keep your body healthy."
At this moment, the old man on the bed slowly opened his eyes.
Ji Rou exclaimed, "Dad! You're awake! How are you feeling?"
"I feel clearer than ever before; I was always feeling groggy before." Ji Qingyuan's face was pale, but his eyes were bright and alert.
"Miracle doctor, you are really amazing." Ji Rou took Shi Miao's hand like a good friend.
This was the first time Shi Miao had been in such close contact with an elder, and she was a little flustered, but she didn't pull away.
Jiang Ting also praised with great satisfaction: "Yes, young and promising."
"By the way, Dad, this is the miracle doctor who woke you up."
Upon hearing this, Gu Qingyuan looked up at Shi Miao, his eyes filled with gratitude, "Thank you, Divine Doctor."
Shi Miao: "It's nothing, just a small favor. You can just call me Shi Miao."
"Okay, sure." Gu Qingyuan nodded with a smile.
"Alright, Dad, you've just woken up, so you should rest. I'll take the doctor out first and come see you later."
"Okay, I understand." Ji Qingyuan waved his hand.
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