The old man was about to turn back into his house when he saw the urgent situation at the door, his brow furrowed tightly.
He asked everyone to clear the way and personally stepped forward to receive the young woman.
He saw that the child in the woman's arms had a pale complexion, was constantly spitting black foam from his mouth, and was trembling uncontrollably, his consciousness long gone.
"Divine Doctor Fang, please quickly examine my son's condition. He was fine just now, what's wrong?"
The young woman knelt before the old man in a hurry, begging him.
"Don't worry, as long as it's a disease I can cure, I will definitely cure it."
Fang Changming earnestly comforted the woman, then bent down to take the child's pulse and began to diagnose him carefully.
A moment later, his brow furrowed even tighter. He turned to his assistant and ordered, "Immediately take this child to the bed. I need to treat him with acupuncture."
"Yes, Ancestor Master."
The medical assistant did not hesitate, immediately crouched down, and picked up the child.
Lin Xiaotian, who had already walked to the door, inadvertently saw the child's condition. He recognized the child's problem at a glance and turned back with a serious expression.
He saw the old man, with his experienced demeanor, receive the assistant's silver needles and immediately perform a set of Seven Star Acupuncture techniques. His fingers were agile, and the entire technique was executed with fluid grace.
However, after the acupuncture was completed, the child lying on the sickbed showed no reaction, with no sign of waking up.
The child's pale complexion did not improve much.
Seeing this, the young woman became even more anxious. She looked at Fang Changming and asked urgently, "Divine Doctor Fang, why is my son not showing any change? Can't he be cured?"
"Don't worry, this acupuncture technique has a strong after-effect. Although there's no immediate reaction, it will take at most five minutes for him to show improvement," Fang Changming said earnestly.
But as soon as he finished speaking, Lin Xiaotian couldn't help but laugh, shaking his head and saying, "Your method of treating illness is truly peculiar. The patient is on the verge of death, and you're still making the family wait five minutes?"
"In five minutes, the withered flowers will be cold, and this elder sister will only be able to collect her son's corpse."
"Bold!"
The medical assistant looked up and saw that it was Lin Xiaotian again. He immediately shouted angrily.
He walked up to Lin Xiaotian, glaring at him, "What do you know, kid? My Ancestor Master's Seven Star Acupuncture technique is a unique ancient technique in the entire Songzhou. It has saved countless lives, and you dare to say it's ineffective?"
"You probably don't even know which seven stars this Seven Star Acupuncture technique refers to."
"The Seven Star Acupuncture technique originally came from the forensic examiner Song Ci, and was used for examining corpses with silver needles. Later generations, based on this technique, researched its miraculous healing properties. When the needle enters the seven major acupoints on the chest, it can temporarily constrict the heart脉, preventing it from being harmed by poison."
"On this basis, silver needles are used to dilate the surrounding blood vessels, allowing the poison to be expelled, thus achieving the effect of detoxification. Am I correct?"
Lin Xiaotian easily explained the origin and purpose of the acupuncture technique, stunning everyone present.
Even Song Changming himself was amazed. This acupuncture technique was rarely recorded in ancient books, and he had not yet found a successor. Other than himself, a descendant of the Medical Sage, there was likely no one else who knew this technique.
He never expected that this young man in front of him would be so knowledgeable about this technique.
"Young man, where did you learn about the origin of this acupuncture technique?" Song Changming asked Lin Xiaotian seriously.
"That's none of your business. Anyway, your acupuncture technique is ineffective on this child because he is not poisoned by ordinary means, but by a peculiar Gu poison. His heart脉 has been controlled by Gu worms, which is also the source of all the toxins in his body."
"The acupuncture technique you just used to block his heart脉 will only cause the Gu poison in his body to directly attack his heart. In at most five minutes, the child will surely die," Lin Xiaotian said calmly.
"What?"
Song Changming's heart skipped a beat. In fact, after he finished the acupuncture, he had also noticed that the child's symptoms were not quite as he had expected.
Logically, after these needles were inserted, even if the patient couldn't recover quickly, their condition should have shown significant improvement.
But in reality, his acupuncture technique had no effect whatsoever, and the child's complexion had become even worse than before.
"Hmph, if you dare to talk nonsense again, I won't be polite to you."
The medical assistant saw that even his Ancestor Master was being influenced by him. He angrily glared at Lin Xiaotian again.
Then, he turned to persuade Song Changming, "Ancestor Master, don't listen to this kid's nonsense. He probably saw you performing the acupuncture technique somewhere and blurted it out by chance."
"How could he, being so young, understand your acupuncture technique so well?"
"That makes sense."
Song Changming pondered for a moment and felt that his grand-disciple had a point.
Pfft!
At that moment, the child lying on the sickbed suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood. The flying blood splattered all over the medical assistant, leaving him stunned!
Song Changming quickly turned his head and saw black blood gushing from the child's mouth. The child's trembling had also intensified significantly, and his condition appeared to be much more severe.
He quickly re-examined the child's pulse. After this diagnosis, he found that the child's current condition was exactly as Lin Xiaotian had described.
The child's heart脉 was now being attacked more rapidly by the toxins, his immune system had collapsed on the spot, and he had at most half an hour to live.
"Divine Doctor Song, what's going on? Please save my son, you must save him!"
The young woman's face turned deathly pale with fright. She knelt on the ground and kept begging.
Sweat dripped uncontrollably from Song Changming's face. Looking at the child on the sickbed, he was helpless.
A moment later, he shook his head helplessly and said, "I'm truly sorry, I've done my best. I cannot control your son's illness at this moment. If he is sent to the hospital now and the toxins are removed through surgery, there might be a slim chance of survival."
"What? You can't save my son?"
The young woman was utterly despairing!
She had taken her son to the hospital, but the hospital refused to admit him, so she brought him to the medical clinic hoping for a cure through traditional Chinese medicine. Now, even traditional Chinese medicine couldn't help, which meant her son was doomed to die?
As she despaired, Song Changming suddenly looked at Lin Xiaotian again. Thinking of Lin Xiaotian's words, his eyes suddenly lit up. He quickly walked up to Lin Xiaotian and earnestly pleaded, "Young man, since you could see the root cause of this child's illness just now, you must have a way to save him."
"Now, I, Song Changming, beg you, please save him."
"What did you say?"
Lin Xiaotian pretended not to hear and cupped his hand to his ear, disdainfully saying, "Aren't you proud of your Seven Star Acupuncture technique and don't believe in my medical skills? You, Divine Doctor Fang, are now begging me?"