However, when Yang Ruxin entered, everyone looked over.
"Xinxin, your Uncle Xiaowu..." Feng Caie’s eyes turned red as well, "he..."
But Yang Ruxin did not look at her but greeted several elders and the village head instead.
"Xinxin, go take a look," Uncle Sighed heavily, "Li Yi said it was hopeless, you should take a look, your master is not..." He sighed again, "Baixiang is a good kid, alas, never lived a good day..." The old man’s eyes unexpectedly reddened a bit.
"Indeed, I never thought..." Uncle Four sighed and shook his head too.
"Let me check." Yang Ruxin entered Yang Baixiang’s room again, which hadn’t yet been tidied up due to the recent incident.
Inside the room, Li Yi sighed upon seeing Yang Ruxin enter: "Xinxin, I’m not skilled enough in medicine..."
Yang Ruxin nodded, then went to examine Yang Baixiang. Sure enough, there was a black spot at his Tanzhong Point, which was a silver needle Dao Xuzi had left in Baixiang’s body yesterday. However, last night, it was inserted through the Baihui Acupoint at the top of his head, and would circulate with the blood flow to vital acupoints, obstructing the body’s abilities, making a person indistinguishable from a dead one within 24 hours. After 24 hours, the silver needle would travel to the Yongquan Acupoint at the sole of the foot, where it must be removed, or that person would truly die.
At this moment, it had been only a little over six hours, so the silver needle had just reached the Tanzhong Point.
Taking advantage of Li Yi’s distraction, Yang Ruxin removed the silver needle, then suddenly exclaimed, "Uncle Li Yi, can you check if Uncle Xiaowu still has a breath?"
Upon hearing this, Li Yi quickly moved forward and, sure enough, felt a slight warmth at the chest area, though it was nearly imperceptible. He was overjoyed: "Indeed, Baixiang might still be saved." Saying this, he prepared to perform acupuncture but hesitated upon glancing at Yang Ruxin.
"If you are going to act, do it. Hesitation could cause you to miss the opportunity," said Dao Xuzi as he walked in.
Encouraged by these words, Li Yi began to apply needles to Yang Baixiang, with Dao Xuzi occasionally providing guidance, seeming very supportive.
Only then did Yang Ruxin step out: "Uncle Xiaowu isn’t completely gone, he still has a bit of breath left. My master and Uncle Li Yi are trying to save him..."
All the people could not help but breathe a sigh of relief.
Yang Peili even showed a hint of a smile on his face.
About two hours later, Dao Xuzi and Li Yi emerged from the room one after the other.
"The lad has potential in medicinal studies," Dao Xuzi said to Yang Ruxin out of the blue.
Yang Ruxin smiled, while Li Yi was clearly excited.
"But I have no plans to take any more disciples," Dao Xuzi added. "However, when you have time, come over and help me with the medicinal herbs..."
"Sure!" Li Yi was so thrilled he almost jumped up.
"That Divine Doctor, about my son..." Yang Peili interrupted the conversation anxiously.
The mood suddenly turned solemn among them.
"He won’t live, but he won’t die for the time being either," Li Yi sighed. "It’s more severe than Lady Xiaofeng’s case was..." He paused, "We can only sustain him temporarily with medicine and then assist with acupuncture. Maybe... maybe he could wake up like Lady Xiaofeng did..."
"This..." Everyone inhaled a cold breath again. In their hearts, many thought it might be better to just die, to end all suffering; if he remained comatose, that would require money.