The Golden-Eyed Life of a Security Guard

No wonder when I saw Gu Yuebai inserting the needle, it wasn't at the Yintang acupoint, but three-tenths of an inch above it.

From this perspective, Gu Yuebai's acupuncture treatment is indeed quite different.

Zhang Jing watched intently, his eyes glued to the screen.

The moment the silver needle entered the acupuncture point, Zhang Yuanchao's body trembled violently, and his grip on the edge of the bed tightened again.

His brows were furrowed, as if he were in great pain.

After a moment, his furrowed brows slowly relaxed, a glimmer of light appeared in his cloudy eyes, and his empty gaze gradually regained focus.

Gu Yuebai could clearly feel that the blood and qi in the old man's body, which had been stagnant for fifteen years, were gradually loosening as the needle flowed. He dared not be negligent, and with his fingertips he gently twisted the needle handle, guiding the needle's intent to travel through the meridians, dispelling the gloom deep in the mind, and pulling the locked soul back to the body little by little.

After about half an incense stick's time, Gu Yuebai slowly took out the silver needle.

Zhang Yuanchao lay on the examination bed, not opening his eyes immediately. His breathing gradually became steady and long, and the deathly ashen complexion on his face faded somewhat, revealing a little color.

After a moment, the old man slowly opened his eyes. This time, his gaze was no longer completely cloudy, but held a hint of confusion, and a long-lost clarity. He turned to look at his children who were standing guard beside him, his lips moved, and his hoarse voice uttered each word clearly:

"Has the rain... stopped?"

This was the first time in fifteen years that he had said anything unrelated to the fire.

The children's eyes instantly welled up with tears, and they knelt down before the examination bed, sobbing and crying, "Dad! Dad, you recognized us!"

Gu Yuebai put away the silver needles, covered his slightly stinging left eye with his left hand, and a faint smile appeared on his lips. Sunlight streamed through the window, falling on his white coat and gilding it with a warm golden edge.

This time, Gu Yuebai hardly used any spiritual power, relying entirely on the magical power of acupuncture to resolve Zhang Yuanchao's hysteria, so the effect was naturally slightly less.

"That's it for now. Rest for a few days, then come back for acupuncture next Sunday. Repeat this acupuncture treatment several times, and you'll be fully recovered."

He put the silver needles away and returned them to the sandalwood box. Then he opened the door and let the middle-aged man and woman in. He walked to the table and put the silver needle box into the drawer.

Gu Yuebai picked up her pen and wrote another prescription, saying to Zhang Jing, "We should still consider liver qi stagnation and give you a Bupleurum Liver-Soothing Decoction to supplement the treatment."

Gu Yuebai had all of these things in mind, and they were all related to the Dragon Soul Nine Needles.

Gu Yuebai was a poor student from a young age, and her handwriting was crooked and lacked any artistic sense. Zhang Jing shook his head as he watched her.

My master's handwriting is truly ugly.

The middle-aged man knelt down in front of Gu Yuebai with a thud, tears welling in his eyes. He said excitedly, "Thank you, doctor. You are truly a miracle worker. Amazing! My father's hysteria has plagued him for fifteen years."

The middle-aged woman, supporting Zhang Yuanchao, also bowed and wept with joy.

"Get up, get up, there's no need for this." As they bowed to Gu Yuebai, his body felt as if it had been infused with a clear spring. It was the first time he had ever felt so much faith from the two of them.

This shows that the difficulty of treatment and the degree of gratitude of the patient are important indicators of the degree of faith.

After giving his family some instructions, Gu Yuebai personally saw them off.

Zhang Jing and Zheng Peipei both applauded.

"Oh, it's nothing, nothing at all."

Gu Yuebai was extremely smug.

It was already past 12:30, time to get off work, and Gu Yuebai didn't want to stay at the hospital any longer.

"Dean, let's go to our house for a simple meal."

The two knew the truth, but naturally wouldn't say it in the hospital. Zhang Jing pretended to think, "Dr. Gu is new to the People's Hospital. I should be the one treating you. I feel so bad about that."

"Don't be so polite. You're the dean; I'd be doing you a favor by trying to curry favor with you. Please give me some face and come on over."

The two were putting on a show. Zheng Peipei eavesdropped nearby, secretly thinking that Gu Yuebai was quite capable and tactful. She sighed inwardly, "Sure enough, all the good men are someone else's."

As she walked out of the consultation room, Lin Wei happened to walk over from her own consultation room, and the two exchanged a glance.

"Dr. Lin, what a coincidence!"

To be honest, the last time Li Jue argued with Gu Yuebai at the hospital entrance on her behalf, which was completely fabricated, made Lin Wei feel somewhat embarrassed.

She, who was always aloof at the People's Hospital, felt a little awkward in front of Gu Yuebai.

"Dr. Gu, I heard you cured another elderly person who had suffered from hysteria for fifteen years? That's truly remarkable."

As soon as Zheng Peipei left Gu Yuebai's clinic, she ran to the information desk to promote Gu Yuebai. In just a short while, all the nurses and doctors on the floor knew about it.

"Good luck, good luck." Gu Yuebai could tell that Lin Wei seemed quite uncomfortable. "Well, I'm going home now, let's talk later."

Lin Wei nodded gently.

After Gu Yuebai and Zhang Jing went downstairs, they took a taxi to Xishan Villa.

Along the way, Zhang Jing kept asking about the techniques and secrets of applying the Dragon Soul Nine Needles.

Gu Yuebai spoke frankly and without reservation.

Upon arriving home, Song Lan immediately invited Zhang Jing to come inside and sit down.

Zhang Jing entered the room, but he seemed a little reserved.

Before, when Gu Yuebai wasn't Zhang Jing's master, there was no distinction of rank between teacher and student when Zhang Jing faced Song Lan. But today, as he entered the door, he was Gu Yuebai's disciple, and Song Lan had become his master's wife, which made him feel rather awkward.

"Dean Zhang, please have a seat. I've prepared the food; please make yourself at home."

Gu Yuebai said, "Let's become disciples first, then we'll eat."

He painted a portrait of his ancestor on the wall (he had someone else paint it): "This is Gu Jinghong, the ancestor of the Gu family and the founder of the Dragon Soul Nine Needles."

Song Lan brought out a basin of clean water from the kitchen and handed it to Zhang Jing: "Dean Zhang, it is more respectful to perform the apprenticeship ceremony after washing your hands."

"Thank you, Master's wife."

Zhang Jing took the basin of water and saw Song Lan's warm smile, which made him feel even more reserved.

He was already over forty years old and had long been a renowned vice president in the field of traditional Chinese medicine. Ordinary people would respectfully address him as "President". But at this moment, standing in this small living room, facing the ink-painted portrait of his ancestor on the wall, and facing Gu Yuebai, who was more than twenty years younger than him, he felt a bit of the trepidation of a student.

He carefully washed his hands, handed the basin back to Song Lan, and his gaze unconsciously fell on the portrait—the old man in the painting was wearing a long robe, holding silver needles, and his eyes were deep and unfathomable, faintly revealing a solemn sense of a doctor's benevolence.

Gu Yuebai had already taken three sticks of incense, lit them, and handed them to Zhang Jing. His voice was calm but carried an undeniable weight: "Our ancestor, Gu Jinghong, was the founder of the Dragon Soul Nine Needles. He practiced medicine his entire life, passing on only medical ethics, not empty fame. Today, as you become my disciple, your primary task is not to learn acupuncture techniques, but to uphold your original intentions."

Zhang Jing accepted the incense with both hands, his fingertips trembling slightly. Although he had never seen Gu Jinghong's records, he had personally experienced the wonders of the Dragon Soul Nine Needles. Now, facing the portrait of his ancestor, he felt a heavy sense of inheritance pressing down on his shoulders.

He bowed deeply to the portrait, and three incense sticks were steadily inserted into the incense burner on the offering table. Wisps of smoke rose, mingling with the faint medicinal fragrance in the air.

"Master, please accept my bow." He straightened up, turned to Gu Yuebai, slowly knelt down, and respectfully kowtowed three times.

What Gu Yuebai didn't know was that the Gu family's ancestor really existed, and that the Gu family's ancestor died because of the inheritance of the Time Reversal Eye...