The Golden-Eyed Life of a Security Guard

Gu Yuebai was constantly busy in the hall, treating patients with ulcers on their limbs or more severe conditions first.

There are priorities, and he decided to treat the critically ill patients first.

Every time he cured a patient, he would receive their heartfelt gratitude, which would then be transformed into faith power and fed back to Gu Yuebai. As a result, he continued to use his spiritual power, and to date, he has treated more than a dozen patients without feeling any lack of spiritual power.

As Gu Yuebai got up slightly to stretch her muscles, Zhang Jing and the others quickly came over.

"Young friend, young friend. I am Zhang Jing, the vice president of this hospital. I just watched you treat the patient. Your technique was skillful and your movements were fluid. I am truly impressed."

The person who came was actually the vice dean. Gu Yuebai quickly bowed and then said, "Vice dean, my name is Gu Yuebai. I overstepped my bounds just now because the patient was in critical condition and I had no choice but to take action."

The stunningly beautiful female doctor ran up to Zhang Jing, about to say something, but Zhang Jing raised his hand to stop her. He pulled Gu Yuebai aside and asked, "Little Gu, what exactly are these patients suffering from? And how are you treating them?"

Gu Yuebai said in a deep voice, "The disease they suffer from is called Yin Corpse Curse, caused by living in a place with extremely heavy Yin energy for a long time, which leads to their bodies being attacked by Yin energy. To treat Yin Corpse Curse, it is necessary to use silver needles to puncture the Shenmen and Baihui acupoints..."

After listening to Gu Yuebai's explanation, Zhang Jing suddenly felt enlightened. Things that he hadn't understood about the illness before suddenly became clear.

"In addition to acupuncture, traditional Chinese medicine such as aconite and cinnamon is also needed. These herbs are simmered over a low flame and taken internally or applied externally for the fastest recovery."

Of course, Gu Yuebai did not tell him that those seriously ill patients needed Gu Yuebai's spiritual power to first eliminate the Yin energy in their bodies.

"Director Zheng, immediately arrange for the traditional Chinese medicine clinic to prepare the medicine according to the prescription, brew it as soon as possible, and distribute it to all patients."

Director Zheng of the Internal Medicine Department immediately agreed.

"Sister Lan, go with him and tell them the details and dosages."

Song Lan readily agreed.

At this moment, Zhang Jing pulled Gu Yuebai aside and said anxiously, "There are still eighteen critically ill patients in the ICU on the sixth floor. Come with me to take a look. I'm really at my wit's end."

"Okay." Gu Yuebai immediately agreed.

When Gu Yuebai walked into the ICU room on the sixth floor, he was shocked by what he saw.

Because these eighteen people were covered in festering sores, with hardly any healthy skin left.

"Can it be cured?" Zhang Jing asked tentatively.

"Yes, but I need to treat them alone. They can't rely on anyone, they can't be disturbed, and it has to be absolutely quiet," Gu Yuebai nodded and said.

"Why can't we see them? What if you do something wrong and the patient dies? How are we supposed to explain that to the family?"

The head of surgery, Liu Xiang, made extremely impolite remarks.

Gu Yuebai glanced at Liu Xiang, his expression turning cold.

"Since you want to see it, then you can treat it yourselves. I can't afford the responsibility," Gu Yuebai said without backing down.

"Hmph, being afraid of taking responsibility means you're incompetent. If you can't cure it, why are you pretending?"

"If I cure you, you must leave the hospital. Become my apprentice and practice medicine at the Song Family Medical Clinic for ten years," Gu Yuebai said coldly. "Do you dare?"

"I dare!" Liu Xiang shouted, swearing, "I, Liu Xiang, have been practicing surgery for over ten years. What wouldn't I dare to gamble on?"

The reason he was so certain that Gu Yuebai couldn't be cured was because these eighteen people were practically on the verge of death.

While Gu Yuebai might be able to cure mild cases, he didn't believe Gu Yuebai could cure someone who was about to die.

"And what if you can't cure it?"

"I'll give you my life! Is that alright?" Gu Yuebai said firmly.

"Okay! It's a deal!" Liu Xiang shouted.

Everyone left the ICU, leaving Gu Yuebai alone.

Gu Yuebai walked up to someone and began to use the Dragon Soul Nine Needles.

This time, he inserted the fourth needle into the patient's body.

Its power is greater, and its effect of restoring yang and reversing collapse is more significant.

Half an hour later, Gu Yuebai, feeling somewhat weak, had the acupuncture needles removed.

Within that person, an even stronger force of faith entered Gu Yuebai's body.

He clearly felt that the spiritual power within his body had grown stronger, and after continuous accumulation, he had broken through to the third level of Qi Refining.

Gu Yuebai let out a long sigh and began to approach the second person...

Three hours passed, and Gu Yuebai still hadn't come out. Song Lan had been waiting anxiously at the door of the intensive care unit.

She already knew about the bet between Gu Yuebai and Liu Xiang. If Gu Yuebai couldn't save all eighteen of them, he would have to pay with his life. How could she not be worried?

Looking back on how they met and fell in love, the happiness she felt from Gu Yuebai is something she will never forget in her lifetime.

She didn't want anything to happen to Gu Yuebai.

"Three hours have passed, and he still hasn't come out? I think this Gu Yuebai is all show and no substance. He might be able to treat minor illnesses, but he can't cure a patient who's about to die!" Liu Xiang said sarcastically.

Liu Xiang was so certain, persistent, and disdainful.

Even Zhang Jing, a nationally renowned top expert in traditional Chinese medicine, was helpless with those eighteen patients and could only watch them step by step toward the gates of hell.

How could a mere twenty-something-year-old brat possibly cause such a ruckus?

"Liu Xiang, don't be so sure of yourself. The world is not what you see it to be. There are always people more capable than you, and there's always something beyond your understanding. Never be complacent or look down on others."

Zhang Jing cautioned, "Back then, my master was not recognized by the world, but he was the most dazzling pillar of medicine in that era. I was unable to inherit many of his medical skills. If my master were still alive, I wouldn't be in such a predicament."

"Did you hear that? There are always people more capable than you, and there's always something beyond your understanding! My Yuebai is your ultimate challenge. Humph, you frog in a well!"

Song Lan said "My Yuebai" without any hesitation; it was very natural.

Meanwhile, the stunningly beautiful doctor, Lin Wei, the youngest female internal medicine doctor at the People's Hospital, was also waiting outside the ward. She was also eager to know whether Gu Yuebai could save the patient who was on the verge of death.

She desperately wanted to know: could acupuncture really provide emergency relief? Could acupuncture save lives?

She witnessed Gu Yuebai's miraculous acupuncture techniques, which saved a fainting patient and stopped the bleeding in such a short time.

She witnessed the wonders of traditional Chinese medicine acupuncture for the first time in Gu Yuebai's case.

But she longed to see a medical miracle related to traditional Chinese medicine and acupuncture.

She longed to witness Gu Yuebai bring those eighteen patients who were on the verge of death back to life.