Chapter 117: Bringing the Dead Back to Life

"Help! Is there a doctor? Please save my child!" The migrant worker couple were panicked and at a loss.

"Put the child down." Zhou Hongru rushed to the front and shouted, "I am Zhou Hongru of Mingshun Medical Hall, I will treat him."

"Old Zhou, please save the child. We were doing renovations at a construction site, and the child was playing nearby, but he accidentally turned on a chainsaw and cut his own throat. The blood won't stop, and he has already fainted," the couple cried out.

Zhou Hongru had originally wanted to show off his peerless medical demeanor in front of the crowd, but when he touched the child's artery, his heart sank and he hurriedly stepped back: "The child no longer has a pulse; I'm afraid it's too late."

"I beg you, Doctor, please save our child. He is our only child," the migrant worker couple knelt on the ground and pleaded bitterly.

"I really can't do anything. You should have called an ambulance. Traditional Chinese Medicine is fine for chronic illnesses, but there is no way to treat such a fatal injury," Zhou Hongru shook his head.

"That is just because your own medical skills are poor. Who says Traditional Chinese Medicine cannot treat injuries?" Chen Yu strode forward, took the child, and laid him flat on the ground.

Zhao Anran and Zhao Lao also came up to help. Zhao Lao lifted the clothes wrapped around the child's neck, and his heart couldn't help but sink. The throat artery had been severed, blood was still flowing out, and the child had already stopped breathing.

"Chen Yu... the artery is cut, I'm afraid it's hopeless," Zhao Anran looked up.

"Let me try." Chen Yu laid the child flat, his fingers gripping several needles. With a sinking of his True Qi, five or six needles in his hand pierced into the child's body.

The blood spurting from the child's throat stopped instantly. Chen Yu withdrew the needles, flicked his right hand, and another nine needles were inserted.

Locking Life Nine Needles. The child was not completely without a trace of breath, but his pulse was too weak for an ordinary person to detect, and it had already been three minutes since the child stopped breathing; Chen Yu had to race against time.

Acupuncture to stop the bleeding, Locking Life to channel Qi—Chen Yu had not yet broken through the first level of the Supreme Clarity Sacred Clarity Scripture, so completing these movements in an instant left him exhausted.

After channeling the Qi, the child still had no reaction. Chen Yu stared at the child, silent.

"Heh, his breath is gone, and his pupils are already showing signs of dilation. He is dead. Do you think you are an Immortal who can bring him back to life?" Zhou Hongru, standing to the side, sneered.

"Doctor, please save my child! Everyone, please save him, I beg you all!" The migrant worker couple knelt on the ground, crying.

Chen Yu pondered for a moment, reached out, and took a half-foot-long plant from his person. Although the plant had been air-dried, a cool aura surged out after he took it out, making people feel refreshed.

"Spirit-Settling Incense." Zhou Hongru was startled: "This is a Precious Grade Traditional Chinese Medicine. It is a medicine for stopping bleeding, healing wounds, nourishing Qi, and locking life. Where did you get it?"

Chen Yu had bought this medicine at a Traditional Chinese Medicine exhibition, spending hundreds of thousands to purchase it from a merchant. Now it was finally coming in handy. He split the Spirit-Settling Incense in two and prepared to use it on the child, half for internal use and half for external application.

"You are crazy! This medicine is worth over ten million! Don't use it on him, he might not be saved. Sell the medicine to me, I'll pay ten million," Zhou Hongru was anxious and wanted to rush forward to snatch it.

"No matter how good the medicine is, it is meant to save people." Chen Yu glanced at him coldly and fed the medicine directly to the child, applying the other half to the wound.

"Fine, fine, you are noble, you have high moral standards." Zhou Hongru was furious: "Who do you think you are? This child cannot be saved."

"Is this your medical ethics? As a doctor, one should hold a sense of reverence for life. Even if he cannot be saved, one should try with all their might. Zhou Hongru, you have failed the medical Dao passed down by your Zhou Family for a hundred years."

Chen Yu sneered: "Besides, 'cannot be saved' applies to you. Your medical skills are poor, that doesn't mean others are."

As Chen Yu spoke, he pressed several major acupoints on the child, such as the Dantian and Baihui, to accelerate the flow of the medicine's power.

The child, who had previously been lifeless, moved slightly, and then began to twitch faintly.

"He's alive! The child is alive!" People on the side shouted in shock.

"He's awake." Chen Yu was overjoyed. He hurriedly picked up gauze, wrapped the child's wound, and reached out again to channel Qi to balance the child's condition. After much effort, the child finally woke up. He looked at his parents and began to cry with a hoarse voice.

"Xiaobao, are you okay, Xiaobao?" The couple held the child and sobbed uncontrollably.

"He's fine. However, the child has lost too much blood. I will write you a prescription for medicine to nourish Qi and blood. The child's wound must not touch water for three days; it will be fully healed after three days." Chen Yu breathed a sigh of relief.

"Thank you, Doctor, thank you so much." The couple knelt on the ground, desperately kowtowing to Chen Yu to express their gratitude, kowtowing until their heads were bleeding.

"Get up quickly, take the child back, and be careful in the future." Chen Yu hurriedly helped them up.

"Money... Doctor, this is all the money we have. You must take it. The medicine you used on the child is too expensive. We don't have enough now, but even if we have to work for a lifetime, we will pay you back." The couple took out all the money they had and insisted on stuffing it into Chen Yu's hands.

"I really don't need it. I said, no matter how good the medicine is, it is meant to save people. If you save people only to make money, then it loses its original meaning," Chen Yu said.

"Doctor, you are our savior. You must take this money." The couple's attitude was firm.

"Then... I will take one hundred yuan as a consultation fee. Remember, life is priceless." Chen Yu hesitated for a moment, pulled out two fifty-yuan notes, and helped them up: "Use the rest to buy the child some nutritional supplements. He lost too much blood and needs to recover."

Under Chen Yu's repeated insistence, the couple finally stood up and left after thanking him profusely.

A burst of warm applause erupted in the crowd, and at the same time, a loud "Boom—" of discussion broke out.

"This young man is truly amazing. He could even save someone with such a severe injury."

"That's right, and he used such precious medicine without hesitation. Look, Zhou Hongru wanted to buy it for over ten million."

"A Divine Doctor, a supreme Divine Doctor. I want to go to him for a consultation."

"Quick, quick, go line up." The crowd rumbled as they all ran to Chen Yu's side, surrounding his consultation table until it was impassable.

"Everyone, don't be anxious, take your time." Chen Yu smiled slightly and sat down at the consultation table.

His speed in seeing patients was extremely fast, one every few minutes. Zhao Anran's hands grew tired from writing prescriptions, and in the end, even Zhao Lao ran over to help grab medicine and assist.

Zhou Hongru's expression was ugly, and there was no one around his disciples waiting for a number.

"Grandfather..." Suddenly, Zhou Peng ran over and said with a sinister expression: "The people I called are here."

"They're here? Hmph, go and give that brat a taste of trouble." Zhou Hongru sneered.

"What are you doing? What is going on here? Where is your medical practice license? Who allowed you to practice medicine here?" A fat man wearing a uniform with the words "Health Bureau" printed on it walked over with several other uniformed men.