Chapter 1801: I Did My Best

"It is Grandpa's incompetence; despite holding the title of Chinese Medicine King, I cannot cure your innate absolute pulse. This trip back to Huaxia to seek out masters also yielded no results. It is Grandpa who has failed you." The old man sighed slightly.

"Grandpa, please don't say that. If it weren't for you, I don't know how many times I would have died. I was born with an absolute pulse and wasn't supposed to live past ten; now that I'm twenty, I've already earned extra time." Qing'er forced a smile, trying hard to appear indifferent: "All of this was given by you, Grandpa. You have already done your best."

"Don't worry, Qing'er. I will not give up on your illness. After your condition improves a bit, I will return to Huaxia to check the Snow Mountain. If luck is on our side, we might find the Snow Mountain Ice Toad, and then your illness will be cured," the old man said, pulling himself together.

"The children of our Tang Clan are all fortunate. I believe you will definitely be able to make it through this hurdle." The old man forced a smile, though he knew clearly in his heart that these words were nothing more than comforting his granddaughter.

His granddaughter was born with an absolute pulse; he had forcibly extended her life for over ten years, which had already reached the limit. Unless a Saint descended to the world, it would be very difficult to save her life.

"Yes, I believe in myself." The girl forced a smile, then revealed a look of exhaustion.

Her Primordial Qi was severely depleted, so after saying just these few words, she had almost exhausted all her strength. She was now breathing slightly, on the verge of collapse.

"Qing'er, get some good rest. Don't worry, I am here," the robed old man said tenderly.

"Okay, Grandpa, I will... sleep for a while. When I wake up, we will be home." Qing'er spoke intermittently, her breath as thin as gossamer. Her eyes were half-open, clearly on the edge of life and death.

Since this old man surnamed Tang was known as the Chinese Medicine King, his medical skills were naturally extraordinary. He could see that his granddaughter was drifting between life and death and likely would not last until they got home.

The old man's expression was sorrowful; his hands trembled, and for a moment, he did not know what to do.

"Don't sleep. If you sleep, you will never wake up again." Just at this moment, Chen Yu stood up. He walked to the girl's side and said.

"Ah?" The girl opened her eyes, not quite understanding the meaning of Chen Yu's words.

"I said if you fall asleep, you will never wake up again. An innate absolute pulse usually only allows one to live to ten; it is truly a miracle that you have lived until now." Chen Yu smiled slightly: "It is rumored that in the Western Region of Huaxia, there is a Snow Mountain Ice Toad that specializes in curing all kinds of absolute pulses. However, this thing only exists in legends; wanting to find it requires immense destiny."

"Does this young friend understand medicine?" The old man surnamed Tang looked at Chen Yu.

"I do." Chen Yu nodded.

When he said he understood, it was not out of modesty, because he could be modest about other things, but regarding medical skills, he truly had nothing to be modest about.

"My granddaughter was born with a cold pulse. It requires an extremely cold object to control cold with cold. We are expatriates from Yizhou. This time we went to Huaxia to look for the Ice Toad, but after finding nothing, we came to Fusang, thinking of going to the Extreme North Snow Plains to try our luck, but in the end, we still had no harvest." The old man sighed.

"Born with a cold pulse, using cold to overcome cold—this is a helpless move. The Ice Toad is cold by nature. If you use this cold nature to suppress her own cold, it will inevitably damage her internal organs. Once damaged, she will develop a cold cough in the future, suffering the agony of extreme cold every day. The loss outweighs the gain," Chen Yu said slowly.

"The gentleman's words are absolutely correct, but besides this, I can no longer think of a better way. Although this is highly likely to damage her internal organs due to the cold energy, it is still better than her dying."

"I will not hide it from you, young friend. Qing'er's father is long gone. In my Tang family, there is only her and her younger brother left. This old man truly cannot bear to watch her leave me."

"I understand the old gentleman's feelings. I wonder if the old gentleman trusts me?" Chen Yu raised his head and looked at the old man: "I understand Traditional Chinese Medicine, and I am proficient in this area. I have a way to dispel the cold energy in her body."

"And I will use the breath of extreme Yang to change her meridians, which will allow her illness to improve."

"Is what the young friend says true?" The old man's expression was agitated; he did not doubt Chen Yu's words in the slightest now.

For one, Chen Yu had already accurately stated his granddaughter's condition, and furthermore, he knew about the extreme cold pulse.

Added to that, the medical principles and pharmacology he spoke of were all logical and sound, so the old man could not help but believe him.

Moreover, his granddaughter was now breathing as thin as gossamer; she likely would not last until they got off the plane before she met the Yellow Springs. Thus, the old man would rather try and fail once than watch his granddaughter leave this world while feeling so helpless.

"Very well, I will perform acupuncture on your daughter now." Chen Yu nodded slightly: "After the acupuncture, combined with my medicine, she will definitely be able to recover."

"Good, then thank you, young friend. What is your honorable surname? This old man's surname is Tang, and my name is Tang Jinguo. This is my granddaughter." The old man looked up at Chen Yu.

"My name is Chen Yu, a person from Huaxia. I dare not say much else, but in terms of medical skills, I fear no one can compare." Chen Yu smiled slightly, took out the Silver Needle, and began the acupuncture.

An'er, who was to the side, also stood up, eyes wide, watching Chen Yu.

He could also see that the girl before him likely did not have much time left, but if Chen Yu could save her, it would prove that Chen Yu was extremely reliable.

He had always felt that his benefactor was Chen Yu, so he had to figure out what was going on.

"Miss Tang, I am going to begin acupuncture for you. The process might be a bit painful; just endure it for a moment." Chen Yu picked up the needle and smiled slightly at the girl.

"Please go ahead, Mr. Chen. This broken body of mine has already lasted ten years longer than it should have. These ten years were all earned. Even if I die now, I won't blame anyone. On the contrary, I feel this is a form of relief for me."

"Don't say such disheartening words." Tang Lao's brow furrowed slightly: "This Mr. Chen is no ordinary person. He was sent by the Heavens to save you. You will definitely be fine. Promise Grandpa, you must hold on."

"I will try..." Qing'er forced a smile, then turned her head to look at Chen Yu: "Mr. Chen, please..."

"Very well, Miss, just endure it for a moment." Chen Yu smiled slightly. He picked up the needle and began to perform acupuncture on Qing'er.

Qing'er's absolute pulse was an extreme cold absolute pulse, so her situation was extremely complex. The cold energy was inherent to her pulse, meaning it was innate, so wanting to drive the cold energy out of her pulse was also extremely troublesome.

Now, he could only use True Qi of extreme Yang, piercing the needles into her various acupoints, and then slowly stripping away the cold energy.

While stripping away the cold energy, Chen Yu also had to ensure that her pulse would not suffer any damage, so he had to pay twelve times the attention during this process.