The evil dragon has been released from prison; it will only kill, not save!

Fan Zhiyuan stared intently at the monitor screen, as if he were nailed to the spot.

"How is that possible..."

Gu Jiacheng took a couple of breaths, and his complexion visibly lightened from a sallow hue.

"My chest... feels lighter."

Qin Hao pulled out the silver needles, wiped them clean, and put them back in the box.

"Professor Fan, will it take another three to six months?"

Fan Zhiyuan's hands were trembling.

In his forty years of medical practice, he had never seen a single needle injection that could immediately improve arrhythmia.

This is a miracle.

Xu Jihan stood to the side, his face ashen.

Fan Zhiyuan looked at the data on the monitor, then looked down at his hands, which he had used for many years as a doctor. He turned around, his expression a complex mix of shock, frustration, and awe.

"What...what method did you use?"

Qin Hao closed the needle case and put it back in his pocket.

"Place the needle half an inch to the side of the Tanzhong acupoint, penetrate the Neiguan meridian, and simultaneously guide the Qi back to the pericardium."

Fan Zhiyuan's lips moved slightly.

He had heard of this technique before, but it was something recorded in ancient books—the book "The Great Compendium of Acupuncture and Moxibustion" mentioned a similar idea, but no one had ever actually done it.

Because it is so difficult, even a difference of one millimeter could puncture the pleura.

"Who...is your master?"

"Many people."

Qin Hao didn't intend to explain further.

Fan Zhiyuan stood there, silent for a long while.

Finally, he bowed deeply to Qin Hao.

"Young man... I've truly seen something new today. You're in charge of treating Chairman Gu's illness."

Xu Jihan's face instantly turned extremely ugly.

"Professor Fan—"

Fan Zhiyuan raised his hand to stop him.

"Ji Han, a doctor is judged by his effectiveness, not his seniority. This young man's skills far surpass mine. I have nothing to argue about."

After saying that, Fan Zhiyuan picked up the medicine box and nodded to Gu Jiacheng.

"President Gu, you are blessed."

He turned and walked out.

In the living room, Song Huilan stood there blankly, unsure whether to stop them or see them off.

Xu Jihan was completely humiliated.

The expert he brought in from the provincial capital overnight at great expense gave up and left without even giving him a single needle.

We've completely lost face.

"Zhao Ning." Xu Jihan, suppressing his anger, turned to Gu Zhao Ning, "How long have you known this person? Have you figured out his background? What if something goes wrong—"

"I know very well."

"What do you know? He's only twenty-four years old—"

"Xu Jihan." Gu Zhaoning's tone remained unchanged, but every word was harsh. "My father's illness is my decision. Professor Fan, whom you hired, himself said he can't cure him. What other objections do you have?"

Xu Jihan's chest heaved twice.

His attention returned to Qin Hao.

"Qin Hao, you said you don't have a work unit, but what about your medical license? You don't have that either?"

Qin Hao leaned against the window, his hands in his pockets.

"no."

"No?" Xu Jihan's eyes sharpened instantly, as if he had caught a fatal weakness. "You don't have a medical license, yet you dare to insert needles into patients? This is illegal medical practice! What if something goes wrong—"

"What happened?" Qin Hao tilted his head.

"The ECG monitor is right there. One injection and the ventricular premature beats dropped by half. If you think that's a problem, then I've never seen anything that doesn't."

Xu Jihan was so choked up that he couldn't say a word.

Song Huilan returned from the living room and cautiously began, "Um... Ji Han, since Professor Fan has left, why don't you—"

"Auntie," Xu Jihan forced a smile, "Now that I'm here, I'd like to spend some more time with Uncle Gu. You don't mind, do you?"

Song Huilan looked at her daughter and hesitated.

"Mom, let him keep it," Gu Zhaoning said indifferently. "It won't get in the way anyway."

This statement is more hurtful than simply kicking him out.

Xu Jihan's fingernails dug into his palm.

Qin Hao ignored them and walked back to the bedside.

"Uncle Gu, that acupuncture just now only cleared the acute blockage in the pericardium meridian. Next, I will perform a complete acupuncture treatment, which will take about forty minutes. You may experience soreness, numbness, or distension during the process, which is normal."

Gu Jiacheng nodded.

"Also—" Qin Hao untied the needle box, "Don't have too many people standing around, keep quiet."

This is clearly a message to get out.

Gu Zhaoning immediately understood and turned to Xu Jihan and Song Huilan: "You two go and wait in the living room."

Song Huilan had no objection and turned to walk out.

Xu Jihan stood still.

"I've learned first aid, just in case—"

"unnecessary."

Qin Hao didn't even look up as he took out silver needles one by one from the needle box and arranged them on the white cloth on the bedside table.

"Qin Hao—"

"go out."

Two words, not heavy, but there's no room for negotiation.

Xu Jihan stood there for three seconds.

Gu Zhaoning walked up to him, turned to the side, and pointed towards the door.

"please."

Xu Jihan looked at Gu Zhaoning.

There was no anger, no disgust, not even any emotion in those eyes—they simply told him calmly: Go away.

Xu Jihan clenched his fists, turned around, and left the bedroom.

The door closed.

Gu Zhaoning stayed.

"Aren't you going out?" Qin Hao asked as he removed the needle.

"I'll stay here and keep watch, without saying a word."

Qin Hao did not object.

He selected twelve acupoints on Gu Jiacheng's upper body—Neiguan, Shenmen, Tanzhong, Qimen, Taichong, Zusanli…

With each needle insertion, a wisp of vital energy seeps into the meridians.

Gu Jiacheng had his eyes closed, his brows furrowing and relaxing intermittently.

Fifteen minutes later, his breathing became long and steady.

On the monitor, the heart rate dropped from 96 to 78.

Early morning sleep has almost disappeared.

The f wave in atrial fibrillation is gradually weakening.

Gu Zhaoning stood in the corner, staring at the monitor screen, her hand unconsciously clenching the hem of her clothes.

Thirty minutes.

A thin layer of sweat appeared on Qin Hao's forehead.

The consumption of true energy is too great.

Gu Jiacheng's pericardium meridian was blocked more deeply than he had expected, and just clearing it took him 20% of his internal energy.

In the 40th minute, Qin Hao received his last injection.

"alright."

Gu Jiacheng opened his eyes.

"Why do I feel like my mind is much clearer?"

"Your meridians are clear, and your Qi and blood are flowing smoothly." Qin Hao wiped his hands with a white cloth. "That's all for today. I'll write you a prescription; take one dose daily. I'll come back for a second treatment in three days."

Gu Jiacheng nodded, his overall energy and spirits were much better than an hour ago.

Qin Hao took out a pen from his pocket, found a piece of paper, and began to write down the prescription.

Bupleurum, white peony root, salvia miltiorrhiza, chuanxiong rhizome, poria cocos, prepared licorice root... a total of twelve herbs, with dosages accurate to the gram.

After finishing writing, he handed it to Gu Zhaoning.

"Find a reputable pharmacy to get the medicine; don't use a pre-prepared decoction service, brew it yourself. Bring it to a boil over high heat, then simmer for forty minutes."

Gu Zhaoning took it and looked at it carefully.

"I've got it."

Qin Hao put away the needle box and glanced at the time.

10:20.

I still have things to do this afternoon, so I can't stay any longer.

"I'm leaving now, at the same time in three days."

"I'll see you out." Gu Zhaoning followed him out.

"it is good."