Twin Dimension Yin-Yang Mirror: Attaining immortality through the martial path
Chapter 165 - 144: Incurable Diseases, Need Not Be Feared

Chapter 165: Chapter 144: Incurable Diseases, Need Not Be Feared

"Is that really true?"

Wu Shi’s body trembled, his bloodshot eyes staring intently at Ouyang Qin.

"Xiao Qin, you mustn’t joke about such things..."

"Oh, Uncle Wu, at a time like this, are you still hung up on whether it’s true or false?" Ouyang Qin looked at Lele lying on the hospital bed, her complexion visibly worsening, her thin body lying flat, almost making one think... if it weren’t for the slight rise and fall of her chest.

"Maybe I could be wrong, but the team leader surely couldn’t be, could he? They just left the police station together, why don’t you ask her?"

"Right, right, ask Inspector Tang."

This matter could have been directly asked of Zhou Ping’an.

He was so flustered that he simply didn’t think of this, or rather, if he brought up this topic with Zhou Ping’an and he responded modestly, it would make things even more difficult.

Inspector Tang’s phone was promptly answered.

"Old Wu, what’s the matter? I’m driving..."

"It’s like this, team leader, can Ping’an perform acupuncture, and is he skilled? You see, my daughter..."

Wu Shi asked with a trembling voice.

"Ah, don’t mention it, but it’s actually quite amazing. Disciple brother’s acupuncture is truly miraculous.

Although I haven’t seen it with my own eyes, I did see Aunt Zhou today, looking very healthy, bustling around with me all morning and not feeling uncomfortable at all. She wouldn’t even rest when I told her to."

Inspector Tang paused, then immediately sounded excited.

"Quick, call disciple brother. He often cultivates in seclusion these days, sometimes turning off his phone. It would be troublesome if you couldn’t find him now. Is there danger with Lele?"

"Yes, team leader, I’ll look for him right away, I’m hanging up."

Wu Shi couldn’t care less about politeness. Hearing this, he hung up the phone without a second thought and hurriedly dialed Zhou Ping’an’s number.

Knowing that Zhou Ping’an might have turned off his phone for cultivation, how could he not be anxious?

His daughter couldn’t hold on for much longer.

After several rings, the call connected, and Wu Shi was nearly in tears.

"Old Wu..."

The voice on the other end didn’t sound too enthusiastic.

But Wu Shi didn’t pay attention to that and quickly asked, "Ping’an, have you learned acupuncture that can cure radiation sickness? Can it treat brain damage and comatose vegetative states?"

"Has Lele fallen ill? Okay, I’m on my way. Try not to move for now, tell me the address."

Zhou Ping’an immediately understood.

It must be Wu Shi’s daughter Lele who was in trouble.

Luckily, he had just advanced the "Life and Death Unpredictable Needle" to the Sixth Level.

As long as it wasn’t a terminal illness, he could generally treat it.

At the very least, he could alleviate the symptoms.

In his knowledge system, he had never heard of vital energy boosting treatments making a patient’s condition worsen.

Moreover, Zhou Ping’an was very confident in the acupuncture technique he learned.

Coming from one of the Unique Skills of the Seven Great Sects of another world, if it couldn’t even treat the common ailments of ordinary people, it would be greatly underestimating the Seven Great Sects.

Realizing time was of the essence,

Zhou Ping’an informed his mother and sister and then left to take a taxi to Chengkang Hospital.

No sooner had he exited the gates of his residential complex than he saw Zhang Yue on a bicycle, clearly on patrol.

"Captain, are you heading out for something? Let me give you a ride."

Zhang Yue hadn’t been assigned any tasks the previous night and had rested well for a few hours in the late night. At this moment, he didn’t feel tired and had been waiting at Jinguiyuan.

Furthermore, he had summoned Yang Zhengyu to join him.

They were guarding the back door.

Obviously, Zhou Ping’an’s arrangement the previous day for them to guard his mother and sister was still on his mind.

The patrol was a ruse; the real reason was to guard.

"Appreciate it."

Zhou Ping’an could tell in a glance what this young man was thinking.

"You keep busy, I’ve just called for a car."

"Sure thing."

Zhang Yue, having received a clear hint, was even more enthusiastic this time, his eyes unblinkingly watching the residents entering and leaving Guihua Garden.

It was as if he was guarding against thieves.

"You don’t have to be so obvious..."

Zhou Ping’an couldn’t help but feel amused.

Nevertheless, since Zhang Yue was eager to advance, he’d let him show his worth.

Even though he didn’t believe that anyone would cause trouble in broad daylight in the well-guarded Guihua Garden, having someone watch over it for him was also a good thing.

...

"Are you saying someone used acupuncture to cure advanced radiation sickness, and now, they’ve also been asked to treat Wu Lele?"

Hearing the conversation between Wu Shi and Ouyang Qin,

and after a few phone calls,

Zhang Handong’s expression turned extremely peculiar.

After thinking it over, he felt he couldn’t let the other party go astray.

At the very least, he had to fulfill the responsibility of a chief physician.

"Wu Lele can’t withstand the slightest stress right now, even a surgery is out of the question. Her condition is extremely critical.

If things stay as they are, there’s still a chance for a miracle to occur, but if you let a layman meddle, it could very likely..."

Using acupuncture to treat a vegetative state, especially one caused by brain nerve damage with three years of unrecovered coma, could only mean that their desperation for a cure was clouding their judgment.

As a physician—moreover, one who had struggled for over twenty years at the forefront of saving lives and well-known for his medical expertise—he had personally saved countless patients.

Furthermore, we live in the era of the internet.

Information is immensely accessible from all over.

What masters of medicine exist within the industry, what is real, and what is fake? He couldn’t be clearer about it.

Especially in the field of Traditional Chinese Medicine, which has been on the decline in recent years.

It’s even less likely for any formidable talents to emerge.

Without a doubt, ferocious beasts in the wild are dangerous, making the cultivation of medicinal herbs somewhat difficult.

Not to mention, those wildly grown herbs with unique medicinal properties are even harder to come by.

Originally, treating diseases and injuries with Traditional Chinese Medicine didn’t have a precise reference point; whether a treatment was successful or not largely depended on the physician’s experience and acuity.

Now, even the supply of medicinal herbs is insufficient.

One can imagine how few people are still studying Traditional Chinese Medicine.

Some universities have even cancelled the subject...

Out of a hundred practitioners, if even one persists in studying this ancient technique, that would be considered very good.

Not to mention acupuncture, a discipline that’s even harder to master.

In a city of millions, it’s difficult to find even one learner.

Let alone producing results or reaching any standard...

In such a situation, when Zhang Handong suddenly heard that someone could use acupuncture to treat radiation sickness and nerve damage, his first thought was that the individual was a fraud.

However, at this point, the patient’s family was almost at the brink of collapse, and it was impossible to dissuade them with words alone. After trying to advise them a couple of times and seeing that Wu Shi was truly not listening, he stepped aside and made a phone call to the hospital.

...

Chengkang Hospital, since its establishment, mainly catered to the lower class citizens; not only did it follow an affordable pricing model, but its location was also towards the civilian area in the western part of the city.

It’s almost at the outer ring.

Zhou Ping’an didn’t delay at all, and had even instructed the driver to speed up. By the time he arrived at Chengkang, more than twenty minutes had passed.

He hurried to the third-floor wards, and upon seeing Wu Shi and Xiao Qin’s faces, he knew he hadn’t arrived too late.

If the little girl had already been beyond help, then even if his acupuncture was superior, it would have been useless.

After all, he couldn’t bring the dead back to life...

"Ping’an..."

Wu Shi, with his head drenched in sweat and lips cracked, almost fainted when he saw Zhou Ping’an.

"Don’t worry, Uncle Wu, I’ve got everything under control."

Zhou Ping’an waved off any further words from him and strode towards the ward.

"Back at the Hongxing Guild Hall, you trusted me. This time, just continue to believe.

However, due to some special reasons, I need to start a livestream during the treatment. It shouldn’t affect Lele, right?"

There are some things that can’t be explained clearly.

Zhou Ping’an was gradually adopting the mindset of a leader.

Focused only on results, regardless of the process.

"Livestream, okay, a livestream is fine. As long as Lele can be saved, what do these matters count for?"

Wu Shi’s faith was now truly strengthened.

The logic was simple.

If the other party wasn’t fully confident and believed that failure was impossible, why would he consider a livestream?

If something went wrong, it wouldn’t be a good story; it would be an incident that could ruin his reputation.

The overwhelming dominance Zhou Ping’an displayed during the conflict on Binjiang Road and at the Hongxing Guild Hall, where he crushed everything irrationally with his power, had almost cultivated a blind trust in him.

Even if, at this moment, Zhou Ping’an claimed the Earth was flat, Wu Shi might ponder for a long while, overturn his own established knowledge, and admit that the Earth was indeed flat.

...

The livestream meant a lot to Zhou Ping’an.

It’s just that now, because of the laboratory incident, someone had "rightfully" disrupted his plan to gain exposure and increase his following.

Before the matter was resolved completely.

He did not want to just sit and wait.

The thought of treating Wu Lele’s disease seemed to be a good breakthrough; he had already set up a new account while in the car.

This time, it wouldn’t focus on solving cases or delve into secrets.

He chose a name, "Terminal Illness Isn’t Frightening, Zhou Ping’an will Bring You Back from the Brink."

The name might be a bit ostentatious, but without it, he wouldn’t attract attention.

All for the sake of viewership.

You could say Zhou Ping’an had thrown all face to the wind.

If even this livestream could be blocked, Zhou Ping’an was already planning to personally confront those responsible, knife in hand.

First, we’ll see how it goes.

"Wait a moment, young man, it’s not that I don’t believe in you, but the patient has reached a very dangerous condition..."

"I know, if it weren’t dangerous I wouldn’t have come."

Zhou Ping’an took out a needle case and extracted a silver needle.

He looked at Lele who was lying on the hospital bed.

At this moment, the little girl’s vitality was so weak it was alarming.

However, there was no immediate danger to her life yet; it wasn’t that urgent.

Seeing the grey-haired old physician standing in front with an urgent expression, he slightly frowned and sighed, "You’re Doctor Zhang, right? I’ve also heard of your reputation, and I respect your medical skill and integrity..."

The other’s name tag bore his name.

He was, after all, a figurehead of Chengkang Hospital, and even the driver had mentioned his name earlier.

So Zhou Ping’an recognized him.

He shifted his tone, "I’ll just ask you one thing, can your hospital cure Wu Lele’s disease? Can you save her life?"

"Well, I’ve never heard of acupuncture treating severe brain nerve damage."

"Just because you haven’t heard of it doesn’t mean it’s false. You’re not answering directly, which means you can’t save her.

Since you can’t, why not let me try? At this point, it couldn’t get any worse, right?"