Medicine Martial Prodigy
Chapter 68 Certain Death

Chapter 68: Chapter 68 Certain Death

Everyone looked towards Qin Chuan with expectation, hoping that the elixir would be their salvation.

Out of nervousness, Qin Nian bit her lips until they bled, seemingly unaware of the pain as she kept her tearful eyes fixed on Qin Chuan.

Song Yan held Qin Nian’s hand tightly, comforting her, "Nian Nian, don’t worry, your brother will be alright."

As seconds and minutes passed, there was still no sign of Qin Chuan waking up, increasing everyone’s anxiety.

"Old Luo, it’s been ten minutes. Why hasn’t the Divine Doctor Qin woken up?"

Song Qingshan looked at Luo Changsheng with a face full of urgency.

For a moment, all eyes were on Luo Changsheng.

Luo Changsheng had a seriousness on his face like never before. After checking Qin Chuan’s body, he furrowed his brows and said in a low voice, "Strange! Although he has lost his breath and heartbeat, I can feel a vigorous vitality coming from inside him."

Song Qingshan asked, "Old Luo, what does that mean?"

Luo Changsheng shook his head and said, "I can only confirm that Qin Chuan’s life has been saved, probably due to that elixir. But why he hasn’t woken up yet, I am not sure. Perhaps..."

He stopped mid-sentence.

Sun Xiuyun said impatiently, "Perhaps what?"

Luo Changsheng gave her a look, then scanned the room and said gravely, "Perhaps, he will never wake up in this life!"

"Boom!"

His words struck everyone like a bolt from the blue, causing a thunderous roar to echo in their minds.

"You’re talking nonsense!"

Song Qingshan immediately cursed, his eyes red as he said, "You quack, just say you can’t treat him, and stop spreading alarmist talk here."

Luo Changsheng, unoffended, looked at his old friend and said, "Old Song, even if you brought the National Medical Saint Hand, the diagnosis would be the same."

"Qin Chuan is now in a vegetative state. If the National Medical Saint Hand could easily cure people in vegetative states, Shen Zhou wouldn’t have so many of them."

Song Qingshan staggered, retreating several steps in shock. Although he called Luo Changsheng a quack, he knew that Luo Changsheng wouldn’t speak without cause.

"Cough cough!"

Just then, a coughing sound suddenly rang out.

Closest to Qin Chuan, Qin Nian and Song Yan both looked stunned.

Song Yan asked nervously, "Nian Nian, was that you coughing just now?"

Qin Nian shook her head, and a look of wild joy suddenly appeared on her face as she turned to look at Qin Chuan.

"Cough cough!"

Another cough erupted suddenly.

Then, under the shocked gaze of all, Qin Chuan slowly opened his eyes.

The next second, he sat up straight in bed.

"Brother!"

Unable to control her emotions any longer, Qin Nian shouted and flung herself into Qin Chuan’s embrace, sobbing uncontrollably.

Song Yan was also crying tears of joy. Although she too wished to throw herself into Qin Chuan’s arms, she knew that place belonged to Qin Nian alone for now.

"Haha, I knew it. Fortunate souls have their own help from heaven; Divine Doctor Qin wouldn’t run into trouble," Song Qingshan said, laughing heartily. He then turned to look at Luo Changsheng, who was still in shock, and said with annoyance, "You quack, weren’t you just saying that even the National Medical Saint Hand couldn’t cure the Divine Doctor? How do you explain this now?"

Luo Changsheng’s face reddened, and he wished he could find a hole to crawl into, yet he was truly astonished inside.

With his medical skills, there was no way he could have misdiagnosed. Initially, Qin Chuan’s life force was indeed nearly extinguished. After taking the elixir, though Qin Chuan had some vitality inside, his breathing and heartbeat were nearly gone. Even if his life was spared, he was definitely in a vegetative state.

But just as he had announced the diagnosis, Qin Chuan suddenly woke up.

If it hadn’t been for Qin Chuan, Qin Chuan wouldn’t have done such a pointless thing. He even began to suspect that Qin Chuan had been pretending to be dead just now.

Xia Wanrong felt incredibly happy as well, secretly wiping away her tears.

Qin Chuan hugged Qin Nian tightly, a wave of fear washing over him. He was well aware of how dangerous the situation had been, and if it hadn’t been for that elixir, he feared that the deep-seated onset from the Kunlun would have killed him.

It took quite a while for Qin Nian’s emotions to stabilize. Her face was streaked with tear tracks, and her swollen eyes stared at Qin Chuan as she asked, "Brother, what on earth happened to you?"

Qin Chuan rubbed Qin Nian’s head and said softly, "Nothing’s wrong with your brother, just a bit of exhaustion. Pretend that I just took a nap and now I’ve recovered."

Qin Nian was skeptical: "Is that really all it is?"

At this moment, Song Yan hurriedly spoke up, "Of course it’s true! If your brother had a problem, how could he wake up so quickly?"

Luo Changsheng also said, "Blame my poor medical skills for misdiagnosing Qin Chuan’s condition and worrying everyone. I’m sorry!"

Song Qingshan said with a deliberately stern face, "I told you that you’re a quack, and you didn’t believe me!"

Luo Changsheng glared at Song Qingshan and said, "Old man, next time you’re sick, don’t come begging me for treatment."

"Hmph!"

Song Qingshan spoke with a proud and coquettish air, "I’ll go to Divine Doctor Qin in the future!"

"You..."

Luo Changsheng’s mustache bristled with anger.

Everyone conspired to keep Qin Nian in the dark.

"Nian Nian, it’s very late today. Let’s stay at the Song Family’s tonight," Qin Chuan suddenly said, then turned to Song Yan, "Xiao Yan, why don’t you take Nian Nian to rest first?"

Song Yan understood that Qin Chuan had something to discuss with Song Qingshan and the others, so she nodded and led Qin Nian away.

"Pfft!"

No sooner had Qin Nian left than Qin Chuan violently spat out a mouthful of black blood.

"Sizzle!"

The black blood sprayed onto the wooden floor, and it immediately corroded a few holes of varying depths.

"Divine Doctor Qin!"

Song Qingshan’s face turned pale, and he quickly stepped forward to support Qin Chuan.

Luo Changsheng also hastily came over, his fingers pressing on Qin Chuan’s wrist. Soon, his face was filled with shock.

Song Qingshan asked anxiously, "Old Luo, what’s the situation with Divine Doctor Qin?"

Luo Changsheng’s face was very grim, but he still spoke, "Qin Chuan’s pulse, it’s a death pulse!"

"Death pulse?"

This was the first time Song Qingshan had heard of such a pulse.

Luo Changsheng explained, "The death pulse, or true organ pulse, appears during the critical phase of an illness. It’s a pulse without flavor, without spirit, and without root. Simply put, a death pulse signifies that life is in imminent danger."

"Not only that, but I’ve also found that the strange poison in Qin Chuan’s body has penetrated deeply into his internal organs. To put it bluntly, the fact that Qin Chuan is still alive is a miracle."

Hearing Luo Changsheng’s words, Song Qingshan was completely stunned.

Sun Xiuyun angrily said, "Old man, are you spouting nonsense again? Just now, you said that Qin Chuan had become a vegetable, and then he woke up."

Xia Wanrong also chimed in quickly, "Uncle Luo, we have weak hearts, please stop joking with us like this, alright?"

Luo Changsheng’s face showed not a hint of a smile as he said in a heavy tone, "Everything I’ve said is true."

At that moment, Qin Chuan’s weak voice suddenly rang out, "Elder Luo is right. The deadly poison in my body has indeed infiltrated my internal organs. If there is no way to detoxify within three days, I’ll surely die without a doubt!"