Chapter 938: Acupuncture at the Inner Pass

The servants followed the panicked Suiren Tribe Soldiers as they rushed into the room, and upon seeing Baoxi in such a dire state, they were so terrified that they nearly began contemplating their own ways of dying; fortunately, they still knew what needed to be done, so they hurriedly had the Suiren Tribe Soldiers carry Baoxi on their backs.

"Go, go, let's hurry to the Hospital; there must be a way in the Hospital."

A Soldier shouted in a rush: "What Hospital? Where is it?"

The servant was so anxious they wanted to curse: "Don't ask so many questions, just hurry up and carry your Tribal Chief and go!"

The Soldier had no other choice, so he hurriedly carried his Tribal Chief onto his back; Baoxi now only felt a tightness in his chest, unable to catch his breath, and his hands were even trembling slightly.

One servant ran in front to lead the way, followed by a group of anxious-looking Suiren Tribe Soldiers; they were racing against time, even though they did not know what Huaxia was planning.

As for the remaining servants, they hurriedly went to notify the Ministry of Rites and notify Baifeng, for in the current situation, they were already unable to resolve it themselves.

The Hospital was still very crowded; after all, with tens of thousands of people in Huaxia City, even if no one came for minor illnesses, the sheer size of the population meant that the small Hospital still appeared very congested.

The servant cleared the path in front: "Please make way, make way!"

The Soldier responsible for maintaining order in the Hospital hurried over and blocked them: "Hey, this is a restricted area of the Hospital, be quiet; queue up for everything, if it's an emergency, go to the emergency clinic first."

The servant was on the verge of tears: "Brother, big brother, the one behind me is the Tribal Chief of the Suiren Tribe; he seems to have come down with some serious illness and is about to die!"

Upon hearing this, the Soldier's scalp went numb instantly; he looked back and indeed saw a group of people dressed in the style of the Suiren Tribe, and one of them was carrying someone on his back—although he didn't recognize him, that must be Baoxi.

Now the Hospital's security Soldier was also anxious and hurriedly said to the servant: "Come quickly, come quickly, I will clear a path for you."

He also said to his companion: "Hurry, go find the Physician, tell the Dean to clear out a consultation room; this is a major matter!"

If a tribal Tribal Chief were to die in Huaxia, it would truly be impossible to explain no matter how many mouths one had; it was purely a major diplomatic incident, so the entire Hospital hurriedly sprang into action, and the usual rules of order were broken, all for the sake of saving Baoxi.

The Physician was still leisurely seeing patients in his consultation room when the Soldier rushed in without even knocking: "Dean! It's a major matter, the Suiren Tribe's Tribal Chief has fallen ill and needs emergency treatment; he's coming up immediately."

The Physician was initially somewhat displeased, but upon hearing it was such a major matter, he hurriedly stood up and asked the patient he was currently seeing to leave first; the patient also understood the importance of the Suiren Tribal Chief and dared not show the slightest dissatisfaction, hurriedly standing up to thank the Physician before heading out, even though his own problem had not yet been resolved.

Baoxi was carried up to the second floor just like that and, under the guidance of the Soldier, entered the Physician's office.

"Quick, quick, put him down; what is the situation, is he injured or poisoned?"

The Physician asked about the condition while letting the Suiren Tribe Soldiers place their Tribal Chief onto a chair.

But those Soldiers were so anxious and foolish now that they didn't know anything when asked.

"What are you all doing! This is your Tribal Chief, how can you not know anything? Do you not know why he is like this?"

After being scolded by the Physician, one of the Soldiers hurriedly said: "At the time, our Tribal Chief was just sitting and talking to us, then he got angry, and then he ended up like this."

The Physician asked while performing a basic examination: "Did he eat anything at the time? Did he choke on anything?"

The Suiren Tribe Soldiers shook their heads repeatedly: "No, no, he didn't eat anything at all."

After simple questioning and examination, the Physician roughly understood the cause; Baoxi's problem was not yet major, he just looked like he couldn't catch his breath.

The Physician hurriedly took a box from the table, inside which were gold needles stuck into Hemp Cloth, though they were not pure gold and had some copper mixed in to ensure their hardness.

Then, regardless of whether Baoxi was willing or not, the Physician grabbed Baoxi's arm and placed it on the table; fortunately, the clothes Baoxi was wearing at the time exposed his arms, but there was still very obvious grime on them, which made the Physician pause for a moment.

Although Baoxi had indeed been given a hot bath yesterday, the years of accumulated grime, combined with the fact that Baoxi was not that fond of washing and the weather was hot, making it easy to sweat, meant his body was still very dirty.

The Physician had no choice but to first use tweezers to hold a piece of folded Hemp Cloth, dip it in Alcohol, and wipe the area around Baoxi's two wrists vigorously.

Then, ignoring the surprise of Baoxi and the Suiren Tribe Soldiers, the Physician directly stuck the needle into Baoxi's flesh, and after lifting and thrusting it a few times, pulled it out, letting blood flow from the needle hole; then he did the same for the other hand, and only after repeating the process did the Physician ask Baoxi: "Are you feeling any better?"

Only then did Baoxi feel that his breathing was not as labored as before, so he nodded.

Seeing that Baoxi had improved slightly, the Physician's somewhat panicked heart finally settled, and he then supported Baoxi and said: "Come, come over and lie down."

He then helped Baoxi lie down on the nearby examination bed, and throughout the whole process, Baoxi did not have any opposition or unwillingness.

The Physician untied the straps of Baoxi's upper garment, then took Alcohol to continue wiping several acupoints before taking the needles again to prick him; after pricking, he left the needles in and finally let out a long breath: "Alright, there's no problem now."

Baoxi also felt much more comfortable by this time, but fearing that moving too much would affect the needles stuck in his body, he asked cautiously: "What is this because of? Is this the Hospital? Why did you just prick me so casually and I feel much better?"

When Baoxi asked why, the hearts of the servants and the Suiren Tribe Soldiers tightened, fearing that Baoxi would worsen again; they truly could not bear that.

The Physician knew that the Suiren Tribe likely did not have physicians, at most they had shamans who would treat illnesses through sacrifices and perhaps knew that some Grass had medicinal uses, using them during sacrifices to show off their own abilities; but overall, they had no correct understanding of medical arts, so the Physician could only explain it carefully to Baoxi.

"As long as a person feels uncomfortable, that means they are sick; a physician is here to treat illnesses. Once the illness is cured, the person feels comfortable, right? Of course, illnesses include many things; the kind you have we call Internal Medicine Department, like being bitten by a wild beast, falling, or being cut by a Knife or axe, we call Surgery Department, and eating something poisonous or being bitten by snakes or insects, we call all of these illnesses.

As long as we know the cause, we can find a way to treat it, just like fire can be extinguished with water; every illness has a corresponding way to treat it, and if you can't treat it, that just means your medical skill is not good enough.

This of yours, simply put, is caused by anger; if it were any more serious, you might have vomited blood or been unable to catch your breath and suffocated to death."

Baoxi said thoughtfully: "I actually had this happen once before; I vomited blood, and then after resting for a long time, I slowly got better. I felt like I was going to die at the time, and even after I could stand up, I felt like I had no strength."

The Physician vaguely remembered hearing about this at some point, but he truly couldn't remember clearly, and he didn't know the details; however, now that Baoxi would not die on his watch, he teased: "Then you certainly have quite a temper."