Su Yi had a dream.
In the dream, there was an elder with the appearance of a young boy and white hair, exuding an aura of immortal charm, performing medical treatments.
From observation, listening, and questioning to applying acupuncture and practicing alchemy…
All sorts of mystical abilities, seemingly like magical powers, manifested in the hands of the elder.
While performing these acts, he also explained them.
Su Yi listened and learned from the perspective of a bystander.
The more the elder explained, the more ethereal his body became, until at last, it was nearly transparent.
Just as his figure was about to completely vanish.
The elder suddenly turned around, revealing a smile, and pointed at Su Yi's forehead.
Hum…
A surge of energy flooded his entire body, and Su Yi felt a warm sensation all over.
Countless pieces of information rushed into his mind.
Gradually…
Su Yi woke up, his consciousness returning to reality in an instant.
"Xiao Xiao!"
He jolted, his heart tied to his daughter, he cried out loud, instinctively climbing out from the trash can.
Just as he stood on the ground, he was stunned!
"My legs…"
Su Yi's eyes widened in disbelief.
The events of the dream replayed over and over in his mind.
Could it be, it was all real?
The True Martial Medical Ancestor of the Su family's legacy?!
Gulp!
Su Yi swallowed hard.
He tried to feel his body.
The injuries he had sustained yesterday were all healed!
And his physical condition had improved overall!
This was truly a miracle!
Su Yi was overwhelmingly excited.
"This is great, with this medical knowledge, I can save my daughter without surgery!"
"And there's... Chen Mingjun!"
Remembering the events of the previous night, the extinction of his family, a chill flashed in Su Yi's eyes.
A blood debt must be paid in blood!
But the immediate priority was to get to the hospital to save his daughter!
Thinking of his daughter's illness, the cure naturally came to mind.
He couldn't afford to delay and immediately set out for the hospital.
On the way, he also bought a set of silver needles.
Upon arriving at the hospital, he headed straight to his daughter's ward.
As he reached the corridor, he saw a group of doctors gathered at the door, discussing something with animated concern.
"It's such a pity, she's so young."
"Yes, at such a tender age, she should be enjoying a happy childhood… Sigh!"
Boom!
It was like a bolt from the blue.
Su Yi felt as if he had been struck by lightning, completely distraught.
Could it be… no, impossible!
If that were true, what use was his medical knowledge?!
"Make way, all of you make way!!"
Su Yi rushed forward like a madman, forcibly pushing the doctors aside at the door.
No sooner had he entered than he bumped into the doctor from yesterday.
Su Yi grabbed the doctor's wrist and roared, "You said my daughter could hold on for three days, what's the situation now?!"
"I… did my best."
The doctor's face was full of guilt, and his voice was low.
In the hospital, these three words were almost equivalent to announcing someone's death.
Su Yi completely broke down, shaking the doctor's shoulders nonstop, tears streaming down his face. "What do you mean by 'did my best'?!"
"What does 'did my best' mean?!!"
"You clearly said three days, how come it's not even one day and she's gone?!!"
The doctor didn't speak, but tears were also present in his eyes.
The other doctors all tried to explain and console him.
"This family member, Doctor Song truly did everything he could, he even took out his own retirement funds to try to pay for your daughter's surgery, but it's too late."
"Yes, he said he'd promised you to watch over your daughter for three days, but he failed to do so. He cried all night long yesterday."
"We called you, but no one answered."
Su Yi's face was ash-gray, and he leaned against the wall, his body lacking the strength to stand.
At that moment, it was as if all his vitality had been sapped away.
Doctor Song's eyes were brimming with tears, "Don't try to comfort me, I know Mr. Su feels uneasy... It's all my fault..."
Slap!
As he spoke, he fiercely slapped his own face.
Just then, an angry reprimand came from down the corridor, "What are you all doing crowding around here?!"
"Don't you know that the dean and Professor Li are coming soon?"
"I warn you, anyone who dares to cause trouble at this critical moment, I will not be lenient!"
A forty-something-year-old middle-aged man with a gloomy expression on his face walked over.
The badge on his chest read Director of Neurology.
Seeing him approach, the doctors, displaying frightened expressions, turned and left one after another.
Doctor Song did not leave.
He looked at Su Yi, full of guilt, "Mr. Su, if you feel upset, you can beat me to vent your anger. That way, I might feel a bit better too."
Su Yi, looking as if his soul had departed his body, shook his head.
The director said with displeasure, "Song Renxin, did you not hear what I said? Hurry back to your position!"
The doctor called Song Renxin replied in a deep voice, "Director Liu, the little girl in this ward is also my patient."
Director Liu frowned and scolded, "Nonsense! The little girl's condition has deteriorated to the extreme, her entire central nervous system is paralyzed!"
"She is hanging on by a single breath right now, even surgery won't save her!"
"Your insistence on staying beside a dying person is irresponsible to the other patients!"
Song Renxin was unable to refute.
But Su Yi trembled all over, and a sharp light flashed in his eyes.
His daughter was still clinging to a breath!
That was enough!
With the medical knowledge in his mind, he could definitely save her!
Without any hesitation, Su Yi turned and entered the ward.
Director Liu's face changed, "Who is he?"
Song Renxin replied gravely, "He's the patient's father."
Director Liu was displeased, but he said nothing and just nodded, "Good, let him see his daughter for the last time."
"My daughter is not dead!"
Inside the ward, Su Yi shouted.
Director Liu's face darkened, "Family member, I know she's not dead yet, but it's now beyond hope."
"Originally, if you hadn't come, once she took her last breath, our hospital would have sent her straight to the morgue."
"Now, you might as well take your daughter home and prepare for her funeral!"
Inside the ward, Su Yi didn't speak.
He took a deep breath, adjusting himself to the best state, took out his package of silver needles, and extracted one.
His first time treating a patient, especially his daughter.
Su Yi was determined to be fully focused, not allowing himself any mistakes!
And he would not allow external disturbances!
Outside the ward, Song Renxin bit his lip and said, "Director Liu, we are a hospital, we must prioritize compassion. Until the very last moment, unless voluntary by the family, we cannot let the family take the patient away!"
"Why can't we? Right now, the relatives of patients are like ticking time bombs. Who knows when they'll cause medical disturbances? Do we really have to wait for the dean and Professor Li to witness such a commotion?!"
Director Liu was extremely cold, as if human life was no different from that of an ant.
He waited for a moment, but seeing that Su Yi did not come out with his daughter, his brows furrowed all the more.
"What the hell are you doing?"
Director Liu, growing impatient, also walked into the ward.
Just as he entered, he saw Su Yi sitting beside the bed with a serious expression, a long, thin silver needle pinched between his fingers.
Instantly, his expression changed dramatically!
"What the fuck are you doing?!"
Director Liu bellowed, striding forward and grabbing Su Yi's wrist, his eyes full of rage.
At the same time, Su Yi also adjusted himself to the optimum state.
Now was the moment!
Su Yi's gaze flashed, his wrist unmoved, he simply flicked his finger.
Whoosh!
The silver needle shot out, piercing his daughter's brow with utmost precision.
"Empty-air acupuncture?!!"
Song Renxin, hearing the sound and coming in, just caught sight of this scene, his pupils shrank, and he was utterly shocked.