Chapter 32

The office fell silent again. Cang Ling remained quiet for a moment before suddenly remembering something. He quickly opened the letter again.

The more he read, the redder his face became, and all the negative thoughts in his mind disappeared, leaving only a head full of sweetness.

Xue Miaoyun’s letter was far bolder than Cang Ling’s. The sweet words in the letter flowed smoothly, and they were the kind of expressions that someone from this time wouldn’t even be able to bear.

Of course, if Xue Miaoyun had known that letters sent to the army were inspected, she probably wouldn’t have been so reckless. After all, she cared about her image. But since she didn’t know, she went ahead and teased Cang Ling in the letter.

After reading the letter several times, Cang Ling carefully put the letter and photo away. He took out a piece of paper and prepared to write a response. His tone in the previous letter hadn’t been the best, so he needed to write a new one.

Meanwhile, after sending the letter, Xue Miaoyun started to feel the urge to write some little stories. Unfortunately, there were many restrictions on literature in this era, and even if she wrote something, she wouldn’t be able to publish it. Thankfully, she had the space, so she wasn’t afraid of writing anything that might be discovered. She could just store it in her space once she was done.

So, Xue Miaoyun began to write.

Time passed quickly, and another month went by. Xue Miaoyun made a plan for herself: writing, reading, going to the sea, returning to the village to do some work, and keeping herself fully occupied.

One day, just as Xue Miaoyun was about to take a swim in the sea, she walked out the door and saw Doctor Song Ren hurrying towards her.

“Doctor Song?” Judging by his hurried steps, he seemed to be looking for her.

“Comrade Xue, quick, help!” Doctor Song called.

“Ah? Ah!” Xue Miaoyun was pulled by Doctor Song and began to run with him.

“Doctor Song, what’s going on?” This frantic behavior was something she had never seen from Doctor Song before. As a doctor, especially an experienced one, he had seen life and death countless times and should have had the ability to remain calm no matter the situation.

The county town wasn’t big, and Xue Miaoyun’s house wasn’t far from the hospital. In just a few minutes, they arrived at the emergency room in a hurry.

“Move aside, move aside,” Doctor Song ordered, pushing through the crowd.

When Xue Miaoyun saw the little boy on the bed, bleeding from all seven orifices, she immediately set aside everything else. After feeling his pulse, she took out silver needles.

“Take off all his clothes,” Xue Miaoyun ordered while sterilizing the needles.

A man in his thirties, dressed in a Zhongshan suit, stood next to the boy. His eyes were red, and he was staring intensely at the boy on the bed.

Upon hearing Xue Miaoyun’s instruction, the man looked at her and then at Doctor Song.

“Hurry up, follow the doctor’s orders!” Doctor Song snapped, before moving in to assist.

Xue Miaoyun didn’t pay attention to anything else. Once she was ready, she took a deep breath and approached the bed. Her movements were so fast that they seemed like mere flashes.

To others, it seemed like only a moment passed before the little boy was covered with silver needles. Furthermore, the needle tails were all vibrating.

“Miaoyun, are you alright?” someone asked.

Everyone was stunned by the incredible acupuncture technique, but Doctor Song, who understood Chinese medicine, was more concerned about Xue Miaoyun. He noticed her pale face and wobbly figure.

“I’m fine, do you have any candy?” Xue Miaoyun replied. Despite only a few minutes passing, the energy it took was substantial.

Moreover, the little boy was on the brink of death. It would have been nearly impossible to save him with just Chinese medicine. Even if he was barely saved, he would most likely become a vegetable. After all, Chinese medicine wasn’t a miracle. So, while performing the acupuncture, she had used the silver needles to send a thread of life energy into the boy.

Such a life-saving act was something Xue Miaoyun did not want to become a habit, so she deliberately made herself appear more exhausted than she truly was.

“Candy, candy, does anyone have any?” Doctor Song Ren was startled when he saw how pale Xue Miaoyun’s face was.

“I have some, I have some.” A voice answered, though it wasn’t clear who had spoken.

After eating the candy, she felt a bit better, but her face remained pale, and her forehead was covered in cold sweat.

Meanwhile, the little boy on the bed suddenly cried out.

“Binbin, Binbin, it’s daddy, daddy’s here, don’t be afraid.” The man in the Zhongshan suit bent over the bed, calling his son’s name, his voice filled with the relief of someone who had just survived a catastrophe.

Xue Miaoyun sighed.

“Miaoyun, how is he?” Doctor Song Ren asked, surprised. Any doctor at the hospital would have given this boy little chance of survival.

“The situation is very bad. His whole body is injured, especially his skull. I used the silver needles to stimulate his body’s potential, giving him a temporary chance to live. But it won’t last long. I need medicine—lots of medicine.” This boy’s injuries were far more severe than Xun Jinian’s.

Even decades from now, it might be impossible to save him. Only with her “golden finger” could she even attempt a rescue.

“Doctor, what medicine does he need? You write it down, and I’ll have someone go get it immediately.” The man in the Zhongshan suit spoke quickly. After witnessing her medical skill just now, he had full confidence in Xue Miaoyun and regarded her as the last hope. He was willing to go to any lengths for her.

Xue Miaoyun nodded.

Without delay, she asked for paper and a pen, and began writing down the names of the needed herbs.

The list was long, completely filling a sheet of paper.

“Normally, we would use some rare herbs, but under these circumstances, they may be hard to find immediately. So I’ve listed some more common herbs, but in larger quantities to replace the rarer ones,” Xue Miaoyun explained.

She would have preferred to use ginseng and ganoderma, but they were impossible to find. Even with money and influence, they were hard to come by at the moment.

The man in the Zhongshan suit was deeply grateful, knowing that Xue Miaoyun was speaking the truth.

He quickly took the paper and handed it to one of his assistants, instructing them to gather the ingredients.

Xue Miaoyun approached the boy’s bed and checked his pulse.

“How is it?” Doctor Song Ren asked, furrowing his brow.

“His life is hanging by a thread, but once the silver needles are removed, he will die immediately. We need to gather the medicine as quickly as possible.”

“How long will the silver needles hold?” Doctor Song Ren asked helplessly. The boy was his old friend’s only grandson.

“At most, two days. But the longer the needles stay in, the more side effects the boy will suffer later. Also, this acupuncture method stimulates the body’s potential to save his life, so it will affect his lifespan. The longer the needles stay in, the more potential, or rather lifespan, is consumed,” Xue Miaoyun explained.

The man in the Zhongshan suit overheard her words.

“Uncle Song, I need to make a few phone calls.”

“Go to the office,” Doctor Song Ren replied. He understood that saving a life was an urgent matter and there was no time to waste.

“I have to stay here with him.” In this situation, Xue Miaoyun couldn’t leave for a moment.

“Can we move him? Find a quieter place?” The emergency room was crowded with people coming and going.

“Yes, just push the bed over,” Xue Miaoyun agreed. She needed a quiet place to work.