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Zhang Xinglin's heart tightened upon hearing this.

Wu Yue actually came back to life?

If that's the case, wouldn't all the previous efforts have been in vain?

Zhang Xinglin's heart sank.

"What are you standing there for? What are you thinking about?!"

Seeing that he was standing still, Wu Chengze said in a low voice.

Zhang Xinglin snapped out of his daze and exclaimed, "A miracle! What a miracle! Young Master actually came back to life on his own. The Desolate Spirit Devouring Body is truly extraordinary!"

While they were talking, they hurried over to check on Wu Yue's physical condition.

Wu Chengze didn't dwell on Zhang Xinglin's earlier behavior. He secretly rejoiced that his son was truly lucky. The Desolate Spirit Devouring Body was indeed a unique gift from heaven. Having survived this ordeal, he was sure to have good fortune in the future.

Wu Yi'an was also secretly surprised.

As the clan's physician, Wu Chengze did not immediately call him over to check on Wu Yue's condition, which was clearly because Wu Chengze was dissatisfied with him for not saying anything encouraging or hopeful.

He cursed Wu Chengze inwardly for being petty and narrow-minded, and watched quietly.

Zhang Xinglin felt Wu Yue's pulse and found that a large amount of Yin-cold energy had accumulated in his body, and his physical condition was not good, but the impact was not significant. His heart was beating strongly and his blood circulation was normal.

This made him frown involuntarily.

Is Wu and Yue really going to survive this calamity?

If so, given Wu Yue's physical condition, he should have woken up by now.

He continued to examine it carefully, and after a moment he finally discovered the reason.

The stagnant Yin energy within Wu Yue's body, combined with the chaotic and uncontrolled desolate energy before his coma, caused his soul to be locked up. In Western medical terms, this would be described as a deep coma caused by severe damage to the brainstem reticular activating system.

Simply put, it's a person in a vegetative state.

Normally, this kind of illness could be treated with Western medicine and there is hope for recovery, but Wu Yue's illness was caused by cold and dampness and desolation, so Western medicine couldn't help him.

Upon reaching this conclusion, Zhang Xinglin secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

Ok.

That's great.

This situation won't last long before it ends.

He was secretly pleased, but on the surface he looked full of regret and sighed deeply.

Wu Chengze, who had been in a good mood, became tense upon hearing the sigh and quickly asked, "What does your sigh mean? What's wrong with my son?!"

Zhang Xinglin sighed again: "Master, the young master... I'm afraid he won't wake up."

"What...what's going on?! He still has a heartbeat, how come he won't wake up? You useless piece of trash, I order you, you must save my son!"

Wu Chengze lost control of his emotions and roared loudly.

Upon hearing this, Zhang Xinglin felt a surge of anger.

waste!

He's calling himself useless again!

If you're so capable, why don't you go and treat it yourself?

Suppressing his anger, Zhang Xinglin cupped his hands and said, "Master, please forgive my incompetence. I am truly powerless to help the young master with his illness. He suffers from a condition of spiritual stagnation..."

Zhang Xinglin explained Wu Yue's symptoms in detail.

Then he stood aside in silence.

Wu Chengze understood.

But he didn't care about anything else, cursed Zhang Xinglin a couple more times for being useless, and then said to Wu Yi'an, "Go and see, you must save my son, he is the future hope of our Wu family!"

"Let's see how it goes."

Wu Yi'an did not give Wu Chengze a definite answer.

He knew Zhang Xinglin's medical skills were far superior to his own; even Zhang Xinglin said he couldn't cure it, so what could he possibly do? He also understood that symptoms like "spiritual lock-up" were beyond the capabilities of doctors like them.

He stepped forward to examine her, and after confirming that Zhang Xinglin was right—it was indeed a case of spiritual lock-in—he sighed and said with certainty:

"Master, there's nothing I can do to cure this illness, not even modern medicine. You should prepare yourself mentally."

That's too direct.

Wu Chengze's blood pressure spiked instantly.

If Wu Yian weren't one of our own, we would have started cursing him long ago.

At this moment, he panicked completely and pleaded, "Brother Yi'an, Wu Yue is your nephew! You watched him grow up! You must find a way to save him!"

Wu Yi'an inwardly scoffed, but outwardly feigned heartache: "Patriarch, I am also a member of the Wu family. If there were a way, why wouldn't I save him?"

Upon hearing this, Wu Chengze looked at Zhang Xinglin again, his voice pleading, "Dr. Zhang, you know I get foul-mouthed when I'm anxious, please don't take it to heart. I beg you, please find a way to save my son!"

Zhang Xinglin quickly bowed: "What are you saying, Master? I know your temperament; I've never taken it to heart. It's just that I'm completely helpless with the young master's illness!"

"No!"

Wu Chengze looked desperate and roared to the sky.

Within a year, his son Wu Hao died, followed by his daughter Wu Yushu, and not long after, Wu Shuo was also killed. He could accept the deaths of these children, since they were all of average talent.

But Wu Yue was his most beloved eldest son, and he was also a withered and desolate spirit-devouring body. He found it hard to accept this outcome. Now he only had a son who was not yet twenty years old and had mediocre talent. Their lineage was destined to decline.

"It's not like there's absolutely no way."

Wu Yi'an suddenly interjected.

Upon hearing this, Wu Chengze looked over sharply, his face full of anticipation, and asked, "What method?!"

Wu Yi'an said with certainty, "Qiu Chen Huo, as long as he is willing, he can definitely cure Wu Yue. Regardless of his medical skills, just the fact that he has a yang constitution gives him hope of curing Wu Yue."

"Again, you want me to beg Chen Huo?"

Wu Chengze was stunned.

He had pleaded with his daughter, Wu Yushu, when she was critically ill and on her deathbed.

Chen Huo was unwilling to receive treatment. Despite repeated persuasion, he agreed to the treatment, but the conditions he set were extremely harsh. In the end, he could only watch helplessly as his daughter passed away, and now he has encountered the same situation again.

The incident of Wu Yue plotting to kill Chen Huo and the Wu family elders injuring Chen Huo has just passed. It's already a favor that Chen Huo doesn't try to kill the Wu family members. How could he possibly agree to such a thing?

But when he saw his unconscious son, he steeled himself, gritted his teeth, and decided to give it a try. What was dignity, what was the Wu family's reputation? Nothing was more important than his son's life.

However, he needs to confirm this first.

"Zhang Xinglin, what do you think?"

Pooh!

Zhang Xinglin inwardly spat. Just now, when the doctor asked for his help, he was called "Divine Doctor Zhang," but now that he realized he couldn't help, the doctor was calling him by his name.

What the hell is this?!

He was dissatisfied, but dared not show it on the surface.

After frowning and pondering for a moment, he said, "Brother Yi'an is right. If that scoundrel Chen Huo is willing to take action, the young master might indeed wake up, but this matter is probably not easy to handle."

"We have to do it, even if it's difficult!"

Having received confirmation, Wu Chengzhe said in an unyielding tone, "Call Chen Huo right now and sound him out. Remember to put it on speakerphone; I want to hear what he has to say!"

"Well... my relationship with Chen Huo is also very strained, I'm afraid he won't give me face." Zhang Xinglin was a little nervous. If he made a phone call and Chen Huo let something slip, he would be finished.