A four-year-old medical prodigy descended to the mortal realm, and the entire capital sought her tre

Some people started having difficulty breathing and were struggling to catch their breath.

Some of them lay motionless on the bed, probably unconscious.

Zhou Ruo circled the wounded soldier like a little inspector.

It was confirmed that the symptoms of these twenty soldiers were all the work of the microspores.

"Doctor Yu, this is the soldier. I've tried acupuncture and medicine, but there's been no improvement at all," Li Lu recounted.

Doctor Yu examined the patient carefully and took her pulse. The symptoms were indeed serious; the body's Qi was completely disordered. He needed to ask Miss Yu to take a look.

He looked up and glanced around, but Zhou Ruo was nowhere to be seen.

After searching around, I finally found Zhou Ru sitting in front of a wounded soldier who had already fainted, eating an apple!

Doctor Yu's forehead instantly creased with three black lines, and he quickly walked over.

Upon closer inspection, it was discovered that Zhou Ruo had placed one of her hands on the wounded soldier's hand, leading Doctor Yu to believe that she was treating the wounded soldier.

Zhou Ruo nodded from time to time, making a few soft "hmm~" sounds. Doctor Yu thought she had come up with a solution.

Doctor Yu asked happily, "Miss, have you come up with a solution?"

Zhou Ruo had been distracted and hadn't noticed Doctor Yu coming to her side.

Zhou Ruo only snapped out of her daze when she heard his voice. "Huh?"

She looked like she had been interrupted while she was earnestly treating someone, and her eyes were still somewhat dazed.

"Weren't you taking the wounded soldier's pulse, Miss? I saw you nod just now, so I guess you must have come up with a solution."

Zhou Ruo was stunned for a moment. She had been thinking about how much spiritual power she could recover if she could heal all twenty wounded soldiers.

She couldn't count them all on her fingers, so she took the opportunity to ask the hands of the few wounded soldiers who were lying still and quiet to help her count.

The more he counted, the happier and more satisfied he became, until he was interrupted by Doctor Yu.

"I wasn't taking your pulse, I was counting!"

"Count...count? Count what?" Doctor Yu asked, puzzled.

"Don't worry about it." Zhou Ruo said, as if she knew only how happy she was.

"There are a lot of wounded soldiers here, I like it, hehehe!" Zhou Ruo was happy when she thought of this, and covered her mouth and laughed to herself.

Doctor Yu was displeased. "What time is it? Miss is still laughing. She's such a child!"

"Miss, come and take a look over here!" He stretched out a hand and invited Zhou Ruo to the bed of the wounded soldier who was about to die.

Zhou Ruo leaned closer for a look.

"Ugh—those little spores are so naughty! They've blocked this uncle's nose! How is he supposed to breathe?"

She added angrily, "The moment it's light tomorrow morning, I'll have your mother take you all away!"

As she spoke, Zhou Ruo took out a silver needle and stuck it into the wounded soldier's head.

Zhou Ruo's action startled Li Lu, who was standing to the side, completely unaware of what was happening. "Miss, you mustn't do that!"

It was too late to stop it. Li Lu looked around and realized that he was the only one who was nervous, which made him feel strange and embarrassed.

Doctor Yu gave him a wink, signaling him to calm down and not disturb the young lady.

Li Lu swallowed back the words he was about to say. He held his breath and patiently watched Zhou Ruo's actions.

Soon, the wounded soldier, whose face had been flushed from holding his breath, suddenly let out a series of heavy gasps.

Then Zhou Ruo inserted another needle into his shoulder to temporarily protect his energy channels and prevent the expelled spores from attacking again.

Gradually, the wounded soldier's complexion returned to normal, and his breathing became more even.

"This? It's healed?" Doctor Yu exclaimed in amazement at how quickly Zhou Ruo had treated him.

Zhou Ruo shook her head and said, "If Xiao Baozi doesn't leave, he'll have another relapse."

Doctor Yu understood; Zhou Ruo was trying to stabilize the wounded soldier's condition first and save his life.

Li Lu was stunned by the situation before him and remained frozen for a long time.

The wounded soldier, whom I couldn't heal even with my own frantic efforts, was cured by a child with just two silver needles?

He saw that Zhou Ruo's movements of pinching and inserting needles were very skillful.

Then he saw that the general, the young general, and Doctor Yu seemed to be used to Zhou Ruo's behavior and were all watching calmly.

Li Lu was somewhat unconvinced. He whispered in Doctor Yu's ear, "Is such a young child really skilled in medicine?"

Doctor Yu glanced at Li Lu, his eyes seeming to say that he was unsophisticated.

"Did you see the silver needles Miss Zhou used?" Doctor Yu asked Li Lu to examine Zhou Ruo's silver needles closely.

Li Lu leaned closer to examine the silver needles still stuck in the soldier's head.

It was so fine that he could barely see it, and so soft that it would sway in the slightest breeze.

How could such a soft silver needle pierce into flesh? And it was a child who had it stuck in his flesh?

"Do you see clearly? These are pure silver needles, divine needles that make our hands tremble when we hold them!" Doctor Yu said again.

"Dr. Yu, what are you saying? If you can't even use a needle, how could you possibly use one on a child? It must have been a coincidence that it went in just now!"

Li Lu felt he could accept Doctor Yu's assessment that he was unsophisticated.

However, he wouldn't accept the claim that Dr. Yu wasn't as capable as any of the children, nor would he accept the claim that he wasn't as capable as any of the children.

Zhou Ruo overheard Li Lu whispering to Doctor Yu, and she turned to Li Lu and said, "Let me treat you too."

She was thinking that if curing Doctor Yu could restore the spiritual power of two fingers, then curing this doctor would also restore a lot of spiritual power!

Doctor Yu thought Zhou Ruo was joking with Li Lu. "Miss, Doctor Li is not sick. Let's continue to examine the next wounded soldier."

"He's been poisoned!" Zhou Ruo said, pointing her little finger at Li Lu.

Similar to Dr. Yu, but not as serious as Dr. Yu; not as bedridden and unable to get up.

"What?!" Doctor Yu was surprised at first.

With so many wounded soldiers, the doctors were simply overwhelmed, and it was perfectly normal for them to look pale from exhaustion.

However, after Zhou Ruo said that, Doctor Yu carefully examined Doctor Li's complexion.

The symptoms were indeed somewhat similar to those I had when I first started feeling unwell a few days ago.

Zhao Yucheng and Zhao Jinzhong had been watching Zhou Ruo receive treatment, and they were both surprised when they heard her say that Li Lu had also been poisoned.

When Li Lu heard Zhou Ruo say that he was poisoned, his reaction was similar to that of Doctor Yu when he first heard Zhou Ruo say that he was poisoned.

"Miss, there are so many wounded soldiers waiting to be treated here, please stop joking with me, it's not funny!"

Li Lu was helpless. He thought, "Why isn't the general doing anything about the young lady's nonsense?"

Is this a place for a child as young as her to be in a wounded soldier's camp?

Doctor Yu picked up one of Li Lu's wrists, felt his pulse, but couldn't detect any signs of poisoning.

He recalled the scene of Zhou Ruo pressing his instep, and he pressed his finger on the back of Li Lu's hand.

"Ouch!" Li Lu was furious with pain.

But seeing that it was Doctor Yu who was pressing on his head, he dared not vent his anger.

But he quickly regained his composure.

"Huh? Why does my hand hurt so much?" Li Lu asked in surprise.