Chapter 328: Undercurrents in the Liu Residence, a Game on the Tip of a Needle

Lin Yu's voice was not loud, yet it immediately caused those few doctors who were whispering to stop their movements.

"The hemolytic toxins in her body will accelerate their mutation because of this; the interferon is a death warrant right now."

He walked to the front of the equipment and pointed at one of the curves that was jumping particularly erratically:

"Furthermore, the heartbeat isn't acting up because of potassium ions; it's the residue of the VX-3 nerve agent combining with another type of Alkaloid at her nerve junctions, blocking the signals! The standard antidotes you are using are completely useless and will only make her heart fail faster!"

Several doctors looked at each other, their faces full of disbelief.

One of them couldn't help but retort: "This gentleman, we have our own treatment plan..."

"With your plan, she will be dead within three hours." Lin Yu cut the words off directly, his voice as cold as ice. "Prepare ice silkworm silk, powdered roots of thousand-year fleeceflower, and deep-sea night-shining sand. Additionally, I need an absolutely isolated room equipped with a high-precision ion dialysis machine and a bio-electric stimulator. I will do it myself."

The expressions on the doctors' faces were as if they had seen a ghost.

Which of these medicinal ingredients wasn't a treasure that was priceless and hard to find? They were also extremely rare.

The steward did not know when he had also stood at the doorway.

He looked at Lin Yu, then looked at the values on the equipment that were still hovering at the gates of the Ghost Sect, and pondered for a moment.

"The medicinal ingredients Mr. Lin requires, the Liu Family will do their best to obtain. The room and equipment can also be prepared immediately."

His tone shifted, and the gentle smile on his face held a bit of shrewdness that could not be hidden.

"However, the Liu Family needs to send someone to watch how you save the person the entire time, as a way to... learn the craft. Additionally, regarding the true reason why the 'Ouroboros' is hunting down Miss Xuanyuan, the Liu Family needs to know everything. After all, we don't want to pay too high a price for an unclear trouble."

The steward took a step forward, leaned closer to Lin Yu, and lowered his voice a bit.

"Mr. Lin, the Liu Family is giving you a place to hide, so naturally, we also need some... return."

The efficiency of the Liu Family was beyond reproach.

In no more than half an hour, the steward personally walked in holding a sandalwood tray.

In the tray, on top of bright yellow silk, several items lay quietly.

A small piece of ambergris with a color so deep it was almost black; that indescribable, strange fragrance drilled straight into the nose.

Several pieces of dried dragon's blood, yet they revealed a dark red luster, like congealed blood.

There was also a section of Laoshanshen with tangled roots; one look and it was clear it had some age to it.

Beside them were several small jade bottles containing the ground powders, which were exactly the thousand-year fleeceflower roots and deep-sea night-shining sand that Lin Yu had specified earlier.

The quality of these medicinal ingredients was better than Lin Yu had expected; every single piece felt like it contained something.

This "sincerity" from the Liu Family was not light in weight.

In the medical room, the atmosphere became even heavier.

The pungent smell of disinfectant was diluted quite a bit by the fragrance of the newly delivered medicine.

Lin Yu walked to the water basin and carefully rinsed his hands with cold water; his fingertips were frozen to a pale white.

He picked up the thinnest and longest Silver Needle, the needle body rotating lightly between his fingers, steady as if he weren't a person who had just suffered a serious injury.

This action of his drew the attention of everyone in the room.

Several Liu Family doctors gathered around, not daring to even breathe loudly.

The old traditional Chinese medicine practitioner who had treated Lin Yu's wounds earlier frowned tightly, shuffled half a step forward, and gave a dry cough.

"Mr. Lin," the old practitioner's voice was a bit hesitant, "this needle technique of yours... forgive this old man for speaking out of turn, but the style looks... a bit too overbearing. The patient's five viscera are currently like they are being burned by fire, and that bit of life force is like a candle in the wind; using this method, I fear... her body won't be able to hold up."

He raised his finger and pointed at the curves on the monitor that were still jumping on the edge of danger.

Lin Yu's fingertips did not stop; he pinched a small amount of fleeceflower powder, his movements without a hint of hesitation.

"Ordinary methods cannot save her." He didn't even lift his head, his voice flat, yet it drilled straight into people's ears. "Two deadly toxins are clashing inside her body, and there is VX-3 stirring things up; her five viscera, six bowels, and meridians have long since been ruined beyond recognition. If I don't use potent medicine now, take a risky path, and use the most fierce method to forcefully suppress the yin toxins, then use the gentlest medicinal power to replenish that bit of life force, her breath will be cut off within two hours."

His wrist flipped, and the Silver Needle had already pierced into the Danzhong acupoint on Xuanyuan Qing's chest, not a bit more or less, exactly three-tenths of an inch deep, stopping steadily.

"Doesn't the 'Lingshu: Nine Needles and Twelve Sources' say, 'If there is stagnation, remove it'? The illness is already this fierce, like a flood or a wild beast; do you really think you can block it with a drizzle? You can only open a trench to divert the flood; only by following this momentum is it possible to salvage a path to life."

He spoke of profound medical principles, yet his hands did not slow down in the slightest.

The second needle, the third needle... they were inserted one after another, the position and depth precise to the smallest detail.

With every needle placed, he used his fingertips to twist the tail of the needle extremely slightly, as if feeling the flow of Qi and blood beneath the skin, which was so faint it was almost non-existent.

The old practitioner opened his mouth, but the rest of his words were choked back by that statement from Lin Yu.

Having practiced medicine for decades, he naturally could tell that Lin Yu wasn't spouting nonsense; some of the theories could indeed be found in the shadows of ancient texts and folk remedies, it was just... that method was too dangerous, like something out of a legend; he had never imagined anyone would actually dare to do it.

The other doctors nearby looked at one another, stunned by Lin Yu's miraculous needle technique and the theories that sounded profound, unable to let out even a peep.

Lin Yu endured the tearing pain of the wounds on his back, as well as the waves of dizziness brought on by channeling his Internal Energy.

He mobilized the tiny bit of Internal Energy he had managed to recover in his body, being as careful as he possibly could, and condensed this bit of Internal Energy into an extremely thin thread, slowly channeling it into Xuanyuan Qing's body along the Silver Needle stuck in the Danzhong acupoint.

This Internal Energy was like a gentle little stream, yet it carried an uncompromising force, flowing arduously through her nearly dried-up meridians.

Wherever it flowed, it temporarily suppressed and separated those chaotic, clashing toxins, while simultaneously urging the medicinal power dissolved from those precious ingredients to, like the fine rain of spring, bit by bit repair and nourish those destroyed body tissues.

On his temples, beads of sweat rolled down one by one, falling onto the floor and making a faint "patter" sound.

His complexion also became increasingly pale, his lips pressed tightly together; it was clear he was holding on with all his might.

Just at this moment, Xuanyuan Qing on the wooden bed let out an extremely faint, almost inaudible moan from her throat.

On her face, which had originally been the color of death, a faint, extremely light flush of red appeared, as if by a miracle.

Although it was so faint it was almost invisible, it was definitely there.

On the monitor, the curve representing her heartbeat still had a very small amplitude of fluctuation, but the frequency of the beats had stabilized, no longer jumping fast and slow like before, looking as if it could stop at any moment.