Han Yonghua wanted to know how long one acupuncture session by Zhan Yun could sustain.
At that moment, a thought crossed Zhan Yun's mind, and immediately after, a flash of starlight from the Star Tower in his mind provided Zhan Yun with a piece of information:
"One session of acupuncture can only last for half an hour, after which it needs to be administered again. The Thirteen Ghost Needles can only be applied thirteen times to a person, at most keeping them alive for six and a half hours."
So Zhan Yun said, "I will need to apply the needles once every hour, and I can keep him alive for a maximum of thirteen hours."
Hearing what Zhan Yun said, Han Yongtao immediately nodded slightly.
And Han Yonghua patted Zhan Yun on the shoulder, "Good! If you can extend his life by four hours, my Han Family will owe you a huge favor."
Zhan Yun nodded slightly.
And Han Yonghua's face was filled with sincerity, "Mr. Zhan, our Han Family members were somewhat rude earlier, we apologize to you!"
A hand does not strike a smiling face, so Zhan Yun nodded slightly, "I'm already used to it."
Then Han Yonghua quickly said, "For the next few hours, my father's life is in your hands."
Han Yongtao then said, "As long as you can keep my family's old master alive until the lifesaving medicine arrives, you will be a guest of honor in my Han Family. Whatever you wish for, just say it, and the Han Family will fulfill it!"
Zhan Yun did not make any conditions, as he knew that he had to wait until the old master woke up and was completely out of danger for the task to be considered finished.
Otherwise, if something went wrong in the meantime, it would be good luck if the Han Family didn't tear down the hospital right there and then.
And just at that moment, An'an, who was standing to the side, suddenly tugged gently at Zhan Yun's clothes and weakly called out, "Daddy..."
Zhan Yun looked down at An'an to find her looking up at him with a pitiable gaze, her lips pouting, an unhappy look on her face.
"What's wrong with An'an?" Zhan Yun asked softly.
An'an clutched her stomach, a look of grievance on her face, "An'an is hungry, An'an wants to eat mushy porridge. Daddy said he would make mushy porridge for An'an a long time ago... "
Upon hearing this, everyone around them turned to look at An'an.
Zhan Yun felt even more distressed; An'an had been through so much since last night and hadn't eaten anything.
Therefore, Zhan Yun hurriedly said, "It's Daddy's fault, Daddy will go get something for An'an to eat right away."
After speaking, Zhan Yun quickly turned around, intending to get some food for his child.
As soon as Zhan Yun finished speaking, Han Yonghua quickly said, "Mr. Zhan, such a small matter shouldn't trouble you at all. I will immediately go and get food for the child!"
After that, Han Yonghua turned to a nurse nearby and called out, "Don't you have any sense? Can't you see there's a child here? Get another small bed over here quickly, what if the child gets tired?"
Upon hearing this, several nurses hurried to bring over a small bed for An'an.
Xia Qu squatted down, cupping An'an's little face with a look of heartache, "Oh, better buy some more meat for An'an to eat. Look at the child's face; she's malnourished."
Han Yonghua agreed, "All right! I'll go and get food for her right away."
Saying so, Han Yonghua personally ran out.
It was a joke to think that with their old master's life in Zhan Yun's hands, they could possibly let Zhan Yun go out to buy things.
What if there was a change in the old master's condition and others didn't understand these miraculous acupuncture techniques? What then?
A few minutes later, An'an had her own small bed in this luxurious VIP ward, and meanwhile, Han Yonghua came back carrying a large pile of items.
There was not only a variety of meats and porridge but also many snacks and treats, and he even bought several pretty new clothes and a few fluffy large toys.
When An'an saw these items, her eyes immediately lit up with longing.
An'an had never worn new clothes from the time she was little.
The clothes An'an was wearing now were obviously a size too large for a boy; they were hand-me-downs from the son of Zhan Yun's aunt, with two patches on them.
Even with these boy's clothes, An'an's aunt had given them with an expression that seemed to say An'an didn't deserve them.
So, when two new cartoon outfits with little bear patterns were laid out in front of An'an, her eyes went wide with amazement.