Chapter 162: Save the Person Quickly

The man was so panicked he had lost all composure; he threw himself onto the ground and began kowtowing desperately to Chen Yu.

"Doctor Chen, an old friend of mine saw with his own eyes that you could make someone who had been dead for a day stand up and walk a few steps. I beg you, please help my daughter-in-law." The man's parents also pleaded.

"Let me see." Chen Yu hurried to the pregnant woman's side. There was an affiliated hospital of a medical university only a few hundred meters away; judging by the situation, the woman had already been beyond help when she arrived there, and they had directly given up on resuscitation.

These family members must have heard that Chen Yu was nearby, so they had pushed the hospital gurney over here.

Wang Shiyuan hurried forward, checked the pregnant woman's pulse, and then pulled back her eyelids. He shook his head directly and said, "It's too late. One body, two lives."

"Wife..." The man burst into loud sobs, and the old couple could not help but shed tears as well.

Chen Yu said nothing. He walked forward, reached out to probe the pregnant woman's neck, and his brows locked together.

The pregnant woman was not truly dead yet; she was currently in a state of suspended animation, which is referred to in Traditional Chinese Medicine as "Silent Spirit."

In reality, it is a state between life and death, but from the perspective of modern medical means, this is already death.

It is not impossible to awaken someone from this state, but the probability is fifty-fifty, and Chen Yu did not have one hundred percent certainty.

"Doctor Chen, please think of a way, I'm kneeling to you." The pregnant woman's husband was crying uncontrollably, begging bitterly.

"Anran, fetch a bowl of clear water." Chen Yu decided decisively.

"Right away." Zhao Anran turned to fetch the water, and Chen Yu extended his right hand, the Silver Needle already grasped in his palm.

"What are you doing? You don't still intend to save her, do you?"

Wang Shiyuan was startled, then he shook his head and said, "Chen Yu, this is not the time for you to be stubborn. You are right to save people as a doctor, but the current social climate is not like before. If you touch the pregnant woman and they end up framing you for it, what will you do?"

"Doctor Chen, please go ahead and save her. I stake my character on it; no matter the result, we will not cause you any trouble." The man's father said.

"Wanglao, the predecessors once said, the ancient physician's medicine is in the heart; if the heart is upright, the medicine is true. I simply feel that there is still hope for her. No matter the result, I must try my best. This is a physician's duty, and it is the fundamental."

The Silver Needles in Chen Yu's hand were laid out in a row, but truthfully, ordinary acupuncture needles could not unleash his true strength.

"May I borrow Wanglao's Silver Needles? I wonder if that is convenient?" Chen Yu asked.

"Take them." Wang Shiyuan said nothing and offered the Silver Needles.

This set of Ji City Needles, passed down through his ancestors, totaled one hundred and eight pieces. They were made of refined silver, varied in length, and having been handled by generations of great physicians, they had already developed a spirit of their own; their effect was more than ten times stronger than ordinary needles.

"Many thanks." Chen Yu took the needles, laid them out in a row to the side, and then his hands moved in succession, striking several acupoints on the pregnant woman's body.

After channeling True Qi, he then took out the needles. With his breath settled and his hands moving like lightning, almost in an instant, dozens of needles of varying lengths were already pierced into the pregnant woman's body.

Forming a Dao Seal with both hands, he brushed his right palm across the tails of all the needles. As Chen Yu's right hand swept past, the tails of these needles trembled slightly, and Original Power surged into the pregnant woman's body along the needles, flowing through her meridians across her entire body.

Just at this moment, Zhao Anran brought over a bowl of clear water. Chen Yu took the clear water, then took out two apricot-yellow Talisman Papers. As his hands formed a Dao Seal, with a 'Boom—', the two Talisman Papers dissolved into the water.

Chen Yu's hands did not stop changing the Dao Seal; as his finger seals shifted, the fire in the bowl gradually extinguished.

"Lao Wang, am I seeing things? Is what he is using... the legendary Talisman Blessing Technique?" Li Chengshan, who was watching from the side, looked at Chen Yu in shock.

His family came from a background of dealing in medicine, and a remnant scroll of the Spirit Pivot Golden Prescription had allowed his Li Family Medicine King title to continue for hundreds of years. He remembered that the Spirit Pivot Golden Prescription remnant scroll recorded the Talisman Blessing Technique.

"Lao Li, in Fengling, no one can surpass you when it comes to medicinal prescriptions. I remember you saying that your family's remnant scroll recorded the Talisman Blessing Technique. It is rumored that it can treat illnesses and dispel evil using talismanic incantations and methods, combining Daoist hand seals and mantras to dissolve talismans into water. It is extremely powerful." Wang Shiyuan also said, somewhat unable to believe it.

"It really is the Talisman Blessing Technique, this is real." Li Chengshan became agitated. He was as anxious as an ant on a hot pan, wanting to step forward to ask but fearing he would disturb Chen Yu.

A moment later, Chen Yu finished casting the spell, brushed his right hand across the bowl, and the clear water sprinkled down like a light rain.

As soon as this water touched the pregnant woman's body, it vanished. After sprinkling it three times, Chen Yu stopped. He held the bowl, holding his breath as he watched the pregnant woman.

The surroundings were frighteningly quiet. Everyone watched the scene before them without blinking, hoping for a miracle to happen.

Suddenly, the pregnant woman's body trembled slightly, and someone exclaimed: "She's awake, she really is awake."

"Divine Doctor, little Doctor Chen really is a Divine Doctor."

The crowd exploded into a clamor. The legend of a young Divine Doctor at Xinglinju who could bring the dead back to life—everyone had originally held the attitude of listening to a joke. If it was spread like that, it could only be said that this young doctor had methods and his medical skills were impressive, but the rumors were exaggerated.

But this time, they had seen it with their own eyes; Chen Yu truly possessed this strength.

Chen Yu hurriedly put down the water in his hand, took out a piece of medicine the size of a dried ginger slice, and placed it into the pregnant woman's mouth: "Hold it, don't swallow it."

"Century-old Blood Ginseng, this is a medicine worth a fortune, at least Yuan-level." Li Chengshan nearly fainted.

Born into a family of Traditional Chinese Medicine, seeing such precious medicine was like seeing a lover. Moreover, these medicines were extremely rare; just this small slice alone could not be bought for any amount of money.

"Legend has it that if a dying person holds a slice, it can sustain their life for several days; even the King of Hell cannot snatch their soul away." Wang Shiyuan's eyes were bloodshot. Just how many precious things did Chen Yu have in his hands?

"Wife... wife, you're awake." The man threw himself forward, crying and laughing.

"Husband, the child... our child." The pregnant woman shouted, her face devoid of color.

"Anran, perform a C-section to get the child." Chen Yu's body swayed; having used too much Original Power just now, he was no longer able to help the pregnant woman with a natural birth.

"Okay..." Zhao Anran gritted her teeth, took out a medical kit, put on gloves, and took out a scalpel.

Zhao Anran was originally from the obstetrics department; C-sections were a piece of cake for her. This medical kit was also something she carried with her, containing simple medical instruments for emergencies.

Soon, a baby weighing over six pounds was taken out from the pregnant woman's belly, but the baby's face was purple, phlegm was stuck in its throat, and it wasn't making a sound.

"Chen Yu, what do I do?" Zhao Anran asked, holding the child, somewhat anxious.

"I'll do it, you stitch the wound." Chen Yu took a sharp breath, took the child, held the child upside down, gathered his True Qi, and gave a light pat on the buttocks.