Chapter 185: “Just a Few Needles and He’s Fine?”

It was already rare enough for Sheng Zexi to bring his heavily pregnant wife along to treat their youngest son.

After all, so many renowned doctors had failed to help—how could Gu Jianing, who was so young, possibly succeed?

Gu Jianing blinked and said, “I can treat him.”

Huh?

The moment Gu Jianing spoke, everyone in the Hua family was stunned.

“Xiao Gu, did you just say you can treat him?” Madam Hua was so excited she nearly lost her voice, afraid she’d misheard.

“Yes, I can treat him.”

“Good, good, that’s wonderful.” The Hua family’s emotions had truly gone through a rollercoaster.

“I’ll write a prescription. You’ll need to get the herbs and decoct them. Also, I’ll need to perform acupuncture,” Gu Jianing instructed.

“Of course.”

Gu Jianing quickly wrote out a prescription, and the eldest son of the Hua family immediately took it.

“I’ll go get the herbs and start the decoction,” he said, glancing over the prescription.

Though he was a Western medicine doctor and not very familiar with Chinese herbal formulas, he’d started studying them since his younger brother fell ill. He could tell that the herbs Gu Jianing prescribed were for calming the mind.

“When I do the acupuncture, I’ll need a quiet environment. Just let Brother Xi stay with me,” Gu Jianing said.

She needed to feed Hua Zhenrong some spiritual spring water during the process, and it wouldn’t be good for the Hua family to see.

The Hua family didn’t overthink it. They knew doctors needed a quiet environment to treat patients, so they hadn’t planned to stay anyway.

After helping Hua Zhenrong take off his shirt, they prepared to leave the room.

But at that moment, Hua Zhenrong, lying on the bed, suddenly opened his eyes—he’d woken up.

The instant he woke, he let out crazed, incoherent shouts, his limbs thrashing.

He’d been a soldier, once a king on the battlefield.

Even now, in this state, he was still incredibly strong.

His outburst, even with cloth strips binding him, made the whole bed shake.

The cloth binding his wrists rubbed against his skin, reopening wounds that had just begun to heal. Blood seeped out again.

Hua Zhenrong’s eyes were clouded with confusion as he shouted:

“Run! Chen Jun, I’ll cover you!”

“No, don’t!”

“Jianguo, Hongbing, Chen Jun… Hurry, go back!”

“Zhenrong…” Madam Hua’s tears fell.

“When Zhenrong has an episode, he often gets lost in those old memories, as if he’s still in that battle…” she explained.

Gu Jianing understood.

He was trapped in the trauma of that brutal mission, reliving the pain again and again.

Each episode worsened his condition, his spirit breaking a little more every time.

Everyone in the Hua family was in tears.

Meanwhile, Hua Zhenrong’s struggles grew more violent.

“What do we do? Quick, get a sedative, or the cloth will snap soon!”

“No need, let me.” Gu Jianing stepped forward.

She swiftly inserted several silver needles into key points on Hua Zhenrong’s body.

As the needles went in, Hua Zhenrong, who’d been on the verge of breaking free, suddenly calmed down.

His eyes closed, and he drifted back into sleep.

“He’s asleep?”

“Just a few needles and he’s fine?” The Hua family was both shocked and overjoyed.

Shocked, because normally it took sedatives to calm him, but she’d done it with just a few needles.

Overjoyed, because it was clear now that Gu Jianing’s medical skills were truly extraordinary—she hadn’t been boasting.

Maybe, just maybe, she really could cure Hua Zhenrong.

At that moment, hope rekindled in every Hua family member’s heart.

“Mom, Dad, let’s go. Let’s not delay Dr. Gu’s treatment,” the eldest son said.

“Yes, of course.”

The Hua family left the room.

Sheng Zexi closed the door, and Gu Jianing began the acupuncture treatment.

She’d already studied this in the Divine Doctor’s Space, so she didn’t need to go back there now—she could start right away.

Sheng Zexi watched over both Gu Jianing and Hua Zhenrong the whole time.

He was worried Hua Zhenrong might wake up and disrupt the treatment, or accidentally hurt Gu Jianing.

He was also worried Gu Jianing might exhaust herself.

Since Hua Zhenrong’s illness was in his brain, Gu Jianing focused the acupuncture on his head.

There are many nerves in the brain, and it’s extremely delicate.

One wrong move, and it could be fatal.

So even though she was confident, Gu Jianing was extremely cautious.

The acupuncture took a full hour.

When she finally finished and withdrew the needles, Gu Jianing let out a sigh of relief, a thin sheen of sweat on her forehead.

Just as she was about to wipe it away, Sheng Zexi came over and gently dabbed her forehead with a handkerchief.

“Are you alright?” Sheng Zexi asked with concern.

“I’m fine, just a bit tired, but it’s nothing.” Gu Jianing truly felt okay. The Sacred Pregnancy Pill she’d taken before was still strengthening her body, so she was in excellent health.

“Brother Xi, in the medicine box, there’s a small bottle of water. Please give it to Comrade Hua,” Gu Jianing said.

“Alright.”

Sheng Zexi quickly fetched a tiny bottle from the medicine box.

Inside was a clear, viscous liquid, the bottle no bigger than a pinky finger.

Sheng Zexi didn’t ask what it was.

He simply went over and fed the liquid to Hua Zhenrong.

Of course, it was spiritual spring water.

Gu Jianing had prepared it in advance and kept it in the medicine box for easy access.

Once they’d finished, the couple left the room.

“Xiao Gu…”

In the living room, the Hua family all stood up as soon as they heard movement.

They’d waited in the living room the entire time Gu Jianing was treating inside.

“Dr. Gu, the herbal medicine is almost ready. When should we give it to Zhenrong?” the eldest son asked.

“Wait until he wakes up. I estimate he’ll wake in about half an hour.”

“Alright. Dr. Gu, how is Zhenrong’s condition?” Father Hua asked, and everyone turned to Gu Jianing.

“Comrade Hua’s condition is quite serious. He’ll need at least half a month of daily acupuncture.”

“After today’s treatment, when he wakes up, he should regain some clarity and appetite. You can prepare some easily digestible food for him, like noodles.”

Gu Jianing’s words filled the Hua family with joy.

“He’ll really wake up and have an appetite? If that’s true, it’s wonderful!” Madam Hua’s eyes shone with happiness.

“Mom, we have to trust Dr. Gu. If she says so, it must be true.”

After all, it had been ages since Hua Zhenrong was last lucid.

Feeding him was always a struggle, and sometimes he’d vomit everything back up. That’s why he was so thin.

But to recover, he’d have to eat, wouldn’t he?"