Chapter 2: Divine Medicine, Modern Emergency Care Overturns Ancient Medicine

Lin Xuan pulled open the drawer at the bottom of the TV cabinet.

He lifted a white, multi-layered medical box marked with a red cross using one hand.

The lid snapped open.

The upper layer held gauze and iodophor; he directly pulled out the lower partition.

His fingers quickly rummaged through a row of medicine boxes, selecting an orange paper box.

Ibuprofen Suspension, the first choice for children's fever.

He flipped the box over and scanned the bottom under the living room light.

Valid until November 2026; not expired.

Lin Xuan carried the medicine box back to the master bedroom.

The young girl on the bed was curled up, fine beads of sweat hanging on the tip of her nose.

Lin Xuan sat on the edge of the bed, sizing up her figure and calculating quickly in his mind.

About four years old, weighing roughly thirty jin, around twenty kilograms.

He opened the box, took out the bottle containing pink viscous liquid, and shook it vigorously up and down more than ten times.

The suspension must be shaken evenly, or the active ingredients will precipitate.

Drinking the liquid on top is useless; drinking the liquid at the bottom is an overdose.

"Twenty kilograms, according to the instructions, four to five milliliters at a time," Lin Xuan muttered softly.

He unscrewed the cap and did not take the small measuring cup that came with it.

In a state of high fever and coma,

feeding water with a cup is equivalent to murder.

Once liquid accidentally enters the trachea, suffocation can occur within minutes.

He took out another brand-new, disposable, needleless Zhushiqi.

Lin Xuan inserted the plastic tube end into the medicine bottle, hooked his thumb on the plunger, and pulled it back.

The pink medicine climbed up the tube wall.

The plunger stopped at the "5ml" mark.

Great Tang, outside Lizheng Hall.

Imperial Physician Sun Simiao, held by two Imperial Guards, sprinted up the white marble steps.

The old man's hair bun was disheveled, and the medicine box on his back banged loudly.

"Your Majesty! This old subject..."

"No need for ceremony, look at the sky!"

Sun Simiao tilted his head back, his cloudy old eyes suddenly widening.

On the Sky Screen.

A short-haired man was holding a transparent cylinder, the front end of which was inserted into a small Glazed Ware bottle.

The man merely moved his fingers.

A section of pink pulp flowed upstream, sucked into the cylinder.

"What is that thing?" Sun Simiao grabbed his beard. "Crystal clear, yet it can suck medicine juice backward! And on that tube wall... there seem to be horizontal lines!"

"Imperial Physician, what do you think he is doing?" Empress Zhangsun asked, clutching her handkerchief.

Lin Xuan pinched both sides of Xiao Sizi's jaw with his left thumb and index finger, applying slight force.

The girl's jaw was forced open a crack.

Lin Xuan inserted the front end of the Zhushiqi along the corner of her mouth, pressing it against the inner wall of her mouth.

His thumb pressed down on the plunger.

A drop of pink medicine fell onto the root of the girl's tongue.

The girl's brows instantly knitted together, and a painful whimper came from her throat.

Her small face crumpled into a ball; she instinctively closed her mouth tightly and even began to retch.

A trace of medicine spilled from the corner of her mouth.

"Throat swelling and pain; the swallowing reflex is resisting."

Lin Xuan withdrew his hand, took a tissue from the bedside, and wiped away the Yaozie from the girl's mouth.

He switched the Zhushiqi to his right hand, pressed his left index and middle fingers together, and placed them below the girl's mandible.

Two fingers pressed the swallowing nerves on both sides above the Adam's apple, sliding and pressing gently downward.

Once, twice.

The girl's throat involuntarily twitched.

Gul~

The swallowing action was completed.

Seizing the opportunity, Lin Xuan pushed in another milliliter of medicine, then continued massaging the throat nerves.

Push medicine, massage, swallow.

The rhythm was controlled extremely steadily.

He divided the five milliliters of medicine into four doses, taking a full three minutes to feed it all down.

Throughout the entire process, the girl did not cough or choke once.

Under the Sky Screen, Sun Simiao gasped in shock, and several strands of his beard were pulled straight out.

"Divine technique... a divine technique!"

Sun Simiao trembled all over with excitement and knelt on the ground with a thud.

Li Shimin looked down at him: "Immortal Sun, do you understand?"

"Your Majesty! The Princess has heat evil entering her body; her throat must be red and swollen like rotten flesh, and swallowing hurts like being cut by a knife."

"When we force medicine down her throat as usual, the Princess spits out seven out of every ten mouthfuls; the medicinal power simply cannot enter!"

"That man understands the extraordinary acupoints! He used his fingertips to press the meridians on the neck, triggering the human body's swallowing instinct."

"The Princess does not need to exert subjective effort; the liquid medicine slides down the esophagus into the stomach on its own."

"I have never heard of such a technique!"

The Imperial Physicians of the Imperial Medical Institute rushed out paper and brushes, prostrating themselves on the golden bricks.

Using the light of the palace lanterns, they frantically traced the diagram of the acupoints Lin Xuan pressed on the neck.

In the Great Qin plane, Ying Zheng stood in the Xianyang Palace.

The night wind made his dragon robe rustle loudly.

A Taoist alchemist knelt behind, holding a red lacquered box high with both hands.

Lying inside the box was a dark red pill.

"Your Majesty, this is the Jiuzhuan Changsheng Dan, which I spent three years refining with lead and mercury..."

"Get out."

Without turning his head, Ying Zheng kicked backward.

The lacquered box tumbled, and the dark red pill rolled down the steps, smashing into two halves.

His eyes shone as he stared at that pink transparent medicine bottle on the Sky Screen.

"What is inside that crystal-clear bottle is the true elixir of immortality."

Ying Zheng's Adam's apple bobbed.

"He only gave that little girl a few drops; not even water was needed to mix it."

"Those smelly mud pills the alchemists refine—throw them all into the Weishui for me!"

After feeding the little girl ibuprofen, Lin Xuan threw the empty Zhushiqi into the trash can.

The medicine takes half an hour to take effect.

During this time, the body temperature will continue to spike, even triggering convulsions.

Physical cooling must be applied.

He opened the Yaoxiang again and took out a blue paper box.

He pulled out three square blocks wrapped in silver foil.

He tore off the plastic film on the back, revealing a layer of blue hydrogel.

Lin Xuan pushed aside the stray hair on the little girl's forehead and pasted the first fever patch flatly onto her forehead.

The cold sensation made the little girl's tightly furrowed brows relax slightly.

Next, he unbuttoned one of the frog buttons at the little girl's collar.

He pasted the second and third fever patches on the carotid arteries on both sides of her neck.

After thinking for a moment, he tore open two more and pasted them on both of the little girl's armpits.

The forehead, carotid arteries, and armpits are the areas richest in large blood vessels in the human body.

As the water in the hydrogel evaporates, it carries away a large amount of heat from the blood, achieving rapid physical cooling.

In the Great Han plane, at the Weiyang Palace.

Liu Che stared with wide eyes as Lin Xuan pasted pieces of blue "talismans" onto the little girl.

"What is that shimmering silver paper? It is as thin as a cicada's wing and can be torn open at will?"

"Taishang Si! Shaofu!"

"Your subjects are here!" Several officials scrambled out of the ranks.

"Draw it for me! The patterns on that silver paper, the size of those blue talismans—do not make a single mistake!"

"That must be a Magic Artifact used by the Immortal Realm to drive away heat ghosts!"

"Even if the Shaofu exhausts the National Treasury, you must replicate it for me!"

The officials knelt on the ground, looking up, not daring to blink their eyes.

In the master bedroom, after finishing all this, Lin Xuan let out a long sigh.

The air in the room was somewhat stuffy.

It was early summer night; with the air conditioner off and the hustle and bustle just now, his back was already soaked with sweat.

The little girl needs fresh air, but she cannot be exposed to a draft.

Lin Xuan walked to the corner and picked up a white Remote Control.

He pressed a button on a white cylindrical object waist-high in the corner.

Beep!

The machine emitted a crisp electronic sound.

The originally stationary white disc-shaped top suddenly began to slowly lift, and the fan blades inside started rotating from a standstill.

The fan blades chopped the air, creating a gentle spiral wind blowing toward the ceiling, causing the air in the entire bedroom to begin circulating.

Immediately after, the disc top began to automatically swing left and right and nod up and down.

In the Great Tang, at the Ministry of Works office.

A group of craftsmen and officials, summoned overnight, stood in the courtyard.

When they saw that white machine move without wind, even turning left and right like a human head, everyone held their breath.

"No water wheel drives it... no animal power pulls it..." the Minister of Works murmured to himself.

At the back of the crowd, several old men wearing coarse cloth short jackets pushed past the officials in front, staring fixedly at the rotating fan.

"Gears... there must be an extremely precise planetary gear set hidden underneath!"

An old Mohist man with one blind eye trembled all over with excitement, his cane striking the bluestone floor.

"Only by the meshing of multiple gears can a single rotational force be converted into a force that moves up, down, left, and right."

"Inside that white casing lies the ultimate secret of mechanical arts!"

The old man shouted at the top of his lungs: "Bring charcoal pencils! Bring wooden boards!"

"Calculate! Calculate the eccentricity of that rotating shaft for me!"

The courtyard instantly descended into chaos; countless craftsmen lay on the ground, frantically drawing circles and lines on wooden boards with charcoal pencils.

Time ticked away, second by second.

The hands of the wall clock in the master bedroom pointed to two in the morning.

More than half an hour had passed since the medicine was administered.

As for why Zhang Hao hadn't returned yet... he was probably asleep in the toilet!

The unnatural flush on the little girl's face was fading, turning into a pale complexion.

Lin Xuan reached out, peeled off the fever-reducing patch from the little girl's forehead, and touched it.

A warm coolness spread across his palm; it was no longer burning hot.

His fingers naturally slid down to the back of the little girl's neck.

A layer of fine sweat had already formed there.

She had broken a sweat.

The body's temperature control center had regained control.

The little girl's breathing became steady and deep.

Her originally tightly furrowed small face relaxed completely, and occasionally a faint snore came from her throat.

The high fever had successfully subsided; her life was saved.

Lin Xuan's legs went weak, and he collapsed directly onto the carpet.

After working continuously for twelve hours and experiencing such intense mental strain, his physical strength was exhausted to the limit.