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A faint trace of true essence probed into Tong Yuan's body from Lin Xuan's fingertip.

The true essence probed every part with the finest detail.

The situation is indeed as Dr. Zhao described.

Absolutely terrible!

The functions of the five internal organs have severely declined, the liver and kidneys are not functioning well, and the stomach is as fragile as a sheet of paper.

The whole body is like an overused, old machine.

It could collapse completely at any time.

Lin Xuan frowned.

What horrified him was that, besides his own physical weakness, there was also...

toxin!

It's a very small amount, but it penetrates extremely deeply.

It doesn't look like it was just poured; it looks more like a buildup of toxins that has been accumulating for who knows how long.

This trace amount of toxin lurks in the blood, slowly eroding vitality.

It was like the last poisonous thorn, completely blocking any possibility of Tong Yuan's body repairing itself.

Lin Xuan withdrew his hand, his expression grave.

It's poison again!

Why do all you rich people like to use that?

"Xiao Lin?" Zhao Xueli noticed this and spoke softly.

Tong Yao also raised her head, her red and swollen eyes filled with a faint expectation.

She knew Lin Xuanren was strange and had some odd methods.

Lin Xuan was silent for a few seconds, then spoke the truth:

"Uncle Tong's body was severely overworked, and all his organs were failing. Moreover... he also had toxins in his body."

"Toxins? What kind of poison!" Tong Yao was stunned, then immediately stood up.

"It's a very subtle toxin, likely ingested over a long period. This toxin won't kill you immediately, but it will make your body weaker and weaker."

Tong Yao clenched her fists: "Who...who poisoned my dad? Long-term ingestion..."

The ward was deathly silent.

Just then, the ward door was pushed open.

The same Dr. Zhao walked in earlier, holding a medical record book in his hand, his face very somber.

He and Tong Yuan had a long-standing friendship, and the thought of him possibly... made him want to come and see him again.

He frowned as he saw Lin Xuan standing by the bed, his hand still on Tong Yuan's wrist. "Young man, what are you doing?"

Lin Xuan withdrew his hand: "Let me check on Uncle Tong's condition again."

"Are you a doctor?" Dr. Zhao looked him up and down.

"I have some knowledge of traditional Chinese medicine," Lin Xuan said truthfully.

Dr. Zhao nodded, sighed, and his tone was full of helplessness:

"Young man, you should have sensed it too, Old Tong's condition... We've known each other for decades, and I would have done everything in my power to help him if there was even the slightest hope, but this time..."

As he spoke, his eyes reddened.

Lin Xuan suddenly spoke up: "Dr. Zhao, if I can remove the toxins from Uncle Tong's body and activate some of his organ functions, is there any possibility that he can survive?"

Dr. Zhao was stunned: "What did you say? Toxins?"

As he spoke, he took out his medical record book and began to look at it carefully.

Blood tests did not show the presence of toxins.

"Yes, toxins. Uncle Tong has a long-standing toxin in his body, which is the key reason why his body cannot recover. If I can remove it and stimulate his body's self-healing ability, perhaps..."

"Something's not right, where's the toxin?" Dr. Zhao muttered to himself, and looked through it again.

Lin Xuan also sensed something was wrong. Could it be...?

Did someone deliberately replace Uncle Tong's blood test report?

Zhao Jian looked at it twice to make sure he hadn't missed anything, then looked up at Lin Xuan:

"Young man, how do you know Old Tong has been poisoned?"

"I found it by taking your pulse." Lin Xuan said, forcing himself to speak. He couldn't very well say that he had true energy in his body, could he?

"Impossible! I know so many traditional Chinese medicine doctors, and I've never heard of anyone being able to identify poison by taking a pulse!" Zhao Jian frowned, increasingly convinced that Lin Xuan was a fraud.

Lin Xuan didn't give up, and instead asked, "Dr. Zhao, do you have acupuncture needles here?"

"What are you going to do?"

"Acupuncture, detoxification, and stimulation of the remaining vitality in his body."

A glimmer of hope ignited in Tong Yao's eyes: "Lin Xuan, can you really... save my dad?"

Before Lin Xuan could speak, Zhao Jian shook his head: "What a joke, utterly ridiculous! Putting aside that so-called toxin, even if it were real, you could at most detoxify, how could you possibly activate life force?"

Looking at Lin Xuan, Tong Yao suddenly spoke up, "Uncle Zhao, could you please find me a set of tools?"

Just as Zhao Jian was about to speak, Tong Yao continued, "No matter the outcome, I want to give it a try."

Lin Xuan looked at him and nodded.

Dr. Zhao finally sighed and looked at Lin Xuan: "What else do you need? I will do my best to cooperate with whatever the hospital can provide."

"Acupuncture is all that's needed."

"I'm reminding you one last time, Lao Tong is extremely vulnerable right now. Any stimulus could kill him. You... take care of yourself."

With that, he turned and walked out.

Lin Xuan remained silent.

He knew that, of course.

He now has very little true essence left in his body; otherwise, he could have detoxified directly through his true essence.

But now, after racking his brains, he has only acupuncture left as an option.

But if he doesn't take action, Tong Yuan will really be left to die.

So, he wanted to give it a shot.

Ten minutes later.

Zhao Jian brought three different sets of acupuncture needles.

They vary in length and material.

Only four people remained in the room, with bodyguards standing guard outside the door, strictly prohibiting anyone from disturbing them.

Lin Xuan washed and disinfected his hands, then stood by the bed.

He took a deep breath, picked up a three-inch needle, and focused his mind.

Tong Yuan was still unconscious, breathing weakly, and the numbers on the monitoring equipment were changing slowly.

"Do you need my help?" Zhao Jian asked.

"Help me turn Uncle Tong to the side," Lin Xuan said.

Zhao Jian nodded and immediately stepped in to help.

Without any hesitation, he precisely inserted the first needle into the Baihui acupoint.

As the needle penetrated three-tenths of an inch, Lin Xuan's fingertips trembled slightly, and a tiny amount of true essence flowed into the needle.

The second acupuncture point is Fengchi (GB2).

The third acupuncture point: Dazhui (GV14)!

Lin Xuan inserted the needles extremely quickly, but his technique was as steady as a mountain.

Needles were inserted into Tong Yuan's head, neck, and back acupoints.

Soon, it was spread out in a large area.

As Zhao Jian helped Tong Yuan up, he was secretly surprised.

This kid's technique is indeed skillful. It seems that what he said earlier was not a lie. But... why are most of the acupoints forbidden?

Not to mention ordinary acupuncturists who wouldn't dare to touch it, even many veteran traditional Chinese medicine practitioners would probably hesitate.

But Lin Xuan inserted the needles without hesitation, and the depth and angle of each needle were terrifyingly precise.

Zhao Jian gradually put away his initial disdain and began to study seriously.

Gradually, fine beads of sweat appeared on Lin Xuan's forehead.

With each needle insertion, he would infuse a wisp of true energy, not to remove toxins, but to protect these crucial acupoints!

Prevent toxins from entering!

Acupuncture, on the other hand, was intended to stimulate the last remaining life force in Tong Yuan's body.

He uses his own potential to expel the toxins!

However, Tong Yuan's body was too weak, and he felt nothing despite receiving so many needles.

Lin Xuan did not hesitate and continued to insert the needles.

The tenth acupuncture point is the Xinshu point!

As the needle was inserted, the monitoring device suddenly beeped urgently.

Dr. Zhao's expression changed: "Your heart rate has suddenly increased, and your blood pressure is dropping!"

Tong Yao and Zhao Xueli behind them covered their mouths, feeling as if their own hearts were racing!