The Golden-Eyed Life of a Security Guard

At the very back of the hall, Lin Wei stood silently in the shadows of a corner, almost swallowed up by the crowd. She wore a simple white coat, clutching a crumpled medical record in her hand, but her gaze remained fixed on the figure in the center of the stage.

She watched Gu Yuebai answer reporters' questions with composure and eloquence; she watched him surrounded by applause, his eyes always carrying a gentle warmth, neither arrogant nor impatient; she watched the spotlight fall on him, stretching his shadow long, as if even the surrounding noise had become his background.

For some reason, Lin Wei's heartbeat suddenly slowed down.

It felt like something had gently bumped into her chest, warm yet slightly stuffy. She should have been happy that the hospital had welcomed such a miraculous doctor, and she should have been overjoyed at the opportunity to learn from him in the future, but a strange, indescribable emotion welled up inside her—a little envious, a little dazed, and a bittersweet feeling that she couldn't even identify herself.

She watched him surrounded by the crowd, like an unattainable star, while she was just one of countless gazing up at him from below the stage.

Sunlight streamed through the window, falling on Gu Yuebai's long robe and gilding it with a soft golden edge. Lin Wei lowered her eyelashes slightly, her fingers gripping the medical record book tightening unconsciously.

After the press conference, Gu Yuebai, led by Zhang Jing, arrived at the consultation room on the third floor of the Traditional Chinese Medicine Hospital.

Gu Yuebai saw a sign on the door of the consultation room that read: External Expert.

Under Gu Yuebai's headshot, it also detailed Gu Yuebai's main research areas: in-depth research on traditional Chinese medicine theory, proficiency in acupuncture and moxibustion, and expertise in treating difficult and complicated diseases.

Coincidentally, Lin Wei's clinic was located just two clinics away from his.

Lin Wei studied abroad, majoring in Western internal medicine. After returning to China, she specialized in integrated traditional Chinese and Western medicine at the People's Hospital. Therefore, while working at the People's Hospital, she primarily practiced medicine at the Traditional Chinese Medicine branch.

"Dr. Gu, come in."

Zhang Jing led Gu Yuebai into his consultation room.

He introduced the consultation room to Gu Yuebai: "I specifically instructed that this consultation room be divided into two rooms, one for consultations and one for treatments. At the very back, I also designed a separate rest room with a folding bed for you."

Gu Yuebai looked at the table in the consultation room. The solid wood table and chairs looked impressive. On the table were Gu Yuebai's consultation card and a pulse-taking kit.

"That's great, that's great, very thoughtful."

Zhang Jing was quite satisfied with Gu Yuebai, which put his mind at ease.

He then pointed to the nurse standing at the door and said, "This young lady is Zheng Peipei, the nurse at the information desk. She is also the dedicated nurse for this clinic. If you have any questions, you can ask her for assistance."

Gu Yuebai reached out and shook hands briefly with the petite beauty who was about 1.65 meters tall.

Please take care of me in the future.

"You're too kind. Please feel free to call me anytime if you need anything."

This girl seems cheerful and lively.

"Doctor, could you please take a look at my dad?"

At the entrance, an elderly man with gray hair and a hunched back was being supported by his middle-aged children, walking slowly while repeatedly muttering, "Fire, big fire, I'm sorry..."

"Yes, yes, yes."

After putting on his white coat, Gu Yuebai sat down in a chair, pretending to be serious. Zheng Peipei brought over a stool for the old man, and his two daughters helped him sit down.

Zhang Jing stood behind Gu Yuebai and began to learn Gu Yuebai's medical skills. This time, he was determined to only bring his eyes and ears.

The old man had gray hair and a hunched back like a bow. A faded old coat covered his thin body, and his face was bloodless. His eyes were cloudy, as if covered with thick ashes, and his gaze was fixed in the void. Even moving his eyes seemed a struggle.

His withered hands gripped the old blanket on his knees tightly, his knuckles white, and he mechanically repeated in his throat, "Fire...fire...fire..."

"Dr. Gu, please save my father!" The man pleaded, handing over a thick stack of medical records. His voice was choked with suppressed sobs. "His name is Zhang Yuanchao. He has been suffering from hysteria for fifteen years. All the major hospitals say there is no cure. We are truly at our wits' end."

Gu Yuebai stood up, took the medical record, and quickly scanned it. Over the past fifteen years, the diagnoses had piled up like mountains, all of them "severe dissociative disorder (hysteria)," and among the dense medication records, there was not a trace of improvement.

He stopped looking at the medical records, leaned closer to the wheelchair, and gently placed his fingertips on the old man's wrist pulse. The pulse was weak and brittle, like a candle flickering in the wind, exactly the critical condition described in traditional Chinese medicine as "emotional collapse and loss of spirit."

The moment his fingertips touched the old man's skin, Gu Yuebai's eyes suddenly burned, and the Time Reversal Pupil activated uncontrollably.

In an instant, the smell of disinfectant was replaced by choking smoke, and a deafening explosion rang in our ears, with flames shooting into the sky and turning the night sky red.

Three figures in overalls struggled and cried for help in the sea of ​​fire. Young Zhang Yuanchao was covered in blood, clinging tightly to the railing, his eyes filled with terror and despair.

He tried to rush in, but his coworkers held him back tightly, and he could only watch helplessly as the flames engulfed his companions. A heart-wrenching cry, "I couldn't hold them back!" struck Gu Yuebai's heart like a heavy hammer.

The stinging pain in her eyes suddenly intensified, and Gu Yuebai abruptly closed her eyes. When she opened them again, the fragments of time in her mind had vanished.

Those fragments were fleeting, fewer than the fragments of time I last saw on Hu Zhiwei, but from a very distant past. A flashback to fifteen years ago.

He rubbed his sore eyes, his gaze grave—the old man's hysteria stemmed from an unresolved trauma fifteen years ago; his soul was bound by the obsession of the fire, and his body had become an empty shell devoid of consciousness.

After observing for a moment, Gu Yuebai nodded and said to Zhang Jing, "We still need to use acupuncture."

Zhang Jing quickly opened the drawer next to the table, took out a sandalwood box, and handed it to Gu Yuebai.

"I've prepared all the silver needles for you."

After receiving the silver needles, Gu Yuebai didn't stand on ceremony with Zhang Jing and had Zhang Yuanchao carried to the inner room.

The middle-aged man and woman were asked to leave, leaving Zhang Jing alone.

The old man's body was held in place by Zhang Jing, while Gu Yuebai held a silver needle, his spiritual energy oscillating on the needle.

"The first needle is the Dragon Awakening Needle. It is located three-tenths of an inch above the glabella (between the eyebrows), penetrating deep into the inner part of the skull. It is not a physical acupoint, but a place where divine light converges."

The silver needle pierced his hand, then plunged into the inner palace of his divine court.

"The first of the Nine Dragon Soul Needles, the Dragon Awakening Needle, guides the Qi to awaken the spirit, breaks the obsession that locks the soul, and calms the mind and stabilizes the will. Its main effect is to open the spiritual platform and awaken a person's deep consciousness and innate potential."

This needle is the guiding needle, laying the spiritual foundation for the subsequent eight formations. Remember, the Dragon Soul Nine Needles differ from folk acupuncture; our chosen acupoints are not ordinary acupuncture points, and this applies to all nine needles.