Forced to marry a disabled man in the countryside? I'll repay you tenfold!

Although he said he wanted to apologize, everyone could tell he didn't believe it—traditional Chinese medicine was already ineffective for this kind of illness, and Western medicine had no specific cure, so he really couldn't think of what this young girl could offer.

"Do you...do you know how many critically ill patients she has saved these past few days? She absolutely deserves to be a professor! She has performed skin grafts and heart bypass surgeries, all at a top-notch level. There's absolutely no need for you to nitpick over such rare cases!"

Professor Lin was about to speak again in anger, but Su Wanqing walked over and interrupted him calmly:

"Teacher Lin, there's no need to say more. This is just a small matter, and since we've already agreed, let's not waste any more time."

She glanced at the clock on the wall. "I need to finish things here as soon as possible; I have other plans for this afternoon."

She couldn't stay out for too long. She used to not understand why those "stay-at-home moms" were so tightly tied to their children, but now she did—

If she's away from her babies for more than four hours, they'll be crying out in hunger, and her breasts will swell up like rocks.

She needs to get back to breastfeeding right away... This is a huge deal.

The entire hall was completely silent after Su Wanqing's words, and no one dared to breathe.

Professor Lin sighed and lowered his voice: "Let's go, he's in the intensive care unit."

His strong opposition stemmed not only from the harshness of the assessment, but also from his knowledge that Chen Ling's condition had reached its most serious stage—if it were ordinary symptoms, perhaps they could be slowed down by skilled medical techniques, but Chen Ling was already completely bedridden.

A large group of people followed Professor Lin through the corridor and arrived at the entrance of the intensive care unit.

Through the glass, you can see that the person lying on the hospital bed is as thin as a bundle of firewood, breathing so weak that it is almost invisible, with only the eyelids occasionally twitching.

The experts looked on and all shook their heads.

"With such a severe illness, I'm afraid he won't make it through the next few days."

"Even if a miracle doctor came today, I'm afraid it would be too late to save them."

"I came for nothing, I came for nothing."

"I heard that a scientist in the central government named Sun Zhiyuan has also contracted this disease. He is a veteran of the nuclear industry, and his mind contains the core data on the country's uranium enrichment. He is also currently serving as an advisor to the metal materials research group. His disease is probably similar to this one, and he probably won't last long. We can't count on him..."

People whispered among themselves, their voices filled with disappointment.

Dean Li wiped his sweat, pulled Su Wanqing aside, and explained the situation in a low voice:

"This patient was just admitted today and underwent a full range of examinations, but the results were not good. The disease has reached its final stage, with the body in complete failure and almost all of its organs unable to function properly."

Su Wanqing nodded, said nothing more, and opened the medical kit.

She first took Chen Ling's pulse, then reviewed her medical records, and finally wrote out a prescription:

"First, administer these medications and IV drips to the patient."

Someone leaned over to look at the prescription and frowned—the medications were all commonly used drugs that the hospital already had, and they didn't seem to have any special effect on this type of serious illness.

Old Zhou frowned and asked, "These medicines? Will they be effective for this disease?"

Su Wanqing didn't answer, but simply took out silver needles from her medical kit and gently dipped them in the light. It was the Perfect Spirit Spring—although she didn't have much in stock, using even 0.1 drop was worthwhile for today's public treatment.

In any case, this method is destined to be unpopular because its core is the spiritual spring, not the medical skill itself.

But what she needs now is fame. Once she gains recognition today, she won't have to worry about merit points coming her way in the future.

Su Wanqing took a deep breath, leaned closer to the hospital bed, and steadily held the silver needles in her fingers:

"The treatment will now begin. Please observe quietly."

Everyone held their breath, their eyes fixed on her hands.

She inserted the needles extremely quickly, the silver needles landing precisely on her fingertips like swimming fish, her technique so fluid as if she had practiced it a thousand times before—tonifying, purging, twisting, and rotating, all done in one smooth motion.

There was a slight commotion in the crowd.

"This technique... is indeed solid."

It doesn't look like just a fancy treatment, but can acupuncture alone really cure this kind of illness?

Old Zhou stood at the front of the crowd, his brows furrowed. He had originally come with the intention of finding fault, but now, watching Su Wanqing's acupuncture technique, he had to admit—this girl was indeed skilled; her technique... was truly impressive.

Even with the most skilled technique, could a few silver needles and some common medicine really turn the tide in the face of such a well-known incurable disease? He didn't believe it, but his eyes didn't leave Su Wanqing's hands for a second.

The reporters held up their cameras. Although most of them didn't have high hopes, they were already there, so they figured they might as well take all the photos they needed to take, and that would make the trip worthwhile.

Time passed by, and after about half an hour, everyone was getting a little impatient.

Just as Old Zhou was about to speak again—the hand on the sickbed, so thin it was practically skin and bones, trembled slightly, then slowly curled up and opened again. Then, the eyes that had been tightly closed for who knows how long opened with difficulty, one slit at a time.

Wang Ling seemed to have exhausted all her strength, panting heavily, her chest heaving violently, her chapped lips slightly parted, as if she had finally come back to life, like someone who had surfaced from the deep sea.

"Oh my god! Am I seeing things?! She moved! Her eyes opened!"

"It works! It really works!"

The entire observation room erupted in excitement. Several young doctors were so excited they almost jumped up, and even Old Zhou froze on the spot, his lips moving but unable to utter a single word.

Wang Ling was trembling all over in her hospital bed, tears streaming uncontrollably down her face. She opened her mouth, making a "hehe" sound in her throat, trying to speak, but unable to utter a complete word.

"Lingling, what do you want to say? Mom's here!" Wang Ling's mother rushed to the bedside, crying her heart out. "You're finally awake! Mom thought you... thought you'd never wake up again!"

She cried as she wiped away her daughter's tears.

It turns out that when Wang Ling's classmate contacted her yesterday saying that there were doctors here who could treat this disease, she simply couldn't believe it.

But when she went to the hospital to ask for money, she asked her husband and Wang Ling's husband, but neither of them was willing to pay. They even advised her that since the person was about to die, and they couldn't be saved, why waste money and burden the family?

In the end, it was only after Teacher Wang Ling heard about it that she paid for the medical expenses out of her own pocket before she dared to send the person to the hospital.

Su Wanqing frowned and said in a deep voice, "Wang Ling, this is only the first day of acupuncture. Although you have improved and your condition has initially stabilized, you still cannot speak. Your vocal cords are also damaged and will need to recover slowly."

She then looked at Wang Ling's mother and said, "Family members, please keep the patient from getting too emotional, as this is not good for recovery."

Wang Ling, however, kept staring at Su Wanqing, tears streaming down her face, struggling to say something.