Chapter 424: I Can’t Cure This Disease!
"Hahaha, Master Sun, please come in!" Zheng Jiyie’s face was filled with excitement as he led an elderly man inside.
The old man was dressed in a green Tang suit, his spirit sharp and vigorous. He moved with a dragon-like stride and a tiger’s gait, making a deep impression. This man was none other than Divine Doctor Sun Tianyang.
"Hmm." In the face of Zheng Jiyie’s enthusiasm, Sun Tianyang simply gave a faint nod. He glanced around the Zheng Family residence, nodding to himself in approval.
Although Zheng Mingye was the richest man in Jiangling, he was a low-key person, living not in a luxurious villa but in a rather traditional old house. This old house, however, was by no means cheap; it boasted a history of several hundred years.
"Master Sun, please, this way, quickly!" Zheng Jiyie led Sun Tianyang into the main hall. Seeing Zheng Junyi still standing there dumbfounded, he immediately grew dissatisfied. "Zheng Junyi," he scolded, "why aren’t you paying your respects to Master Sun? Have you no manners at all?"
Although Zheng Junyi felt resentful, he still bowed respectfully to Sun Tianyang. "Junior Zheng Junyi pays his respects to Master Sun!"
No matter what motive Zheng Jiyie had, as long as Master Sun could cure his grandfather, enduring a small grievance was nothing.
Sun Tianyang nodded lightly but gave Zheng Junyi an extra look, his eyes flickering for a moment before he said nothing.
Zheng Jiyie said, "Let’s have a cup of tea first. I’ve already had a meal prepared, and I hope the Divine Doctor will honor us with his presence."
Sun Tianyang waved his hand. "I won’t eat. Take me to see the patient first."
"Thank you, Master Sun!" Zheng Junyi said excitedly. "I hope you can save my grandfather. The Zheng Family will forever remember your great kindness."
"Zheng Junyi!" Zheng Jiyie said coldly. "Master Sun is weary from his journey. Let him rest a bit before we proceed."
Zheng Junyi grew anxious. Grandfather’s condition is far from optimistic. Who knows what might happen with any further delay.
Fortunately, Master Sun spoke up. "Hmm, let’s see the patient first."
Zheng Jiyie didn’t insist, leading Sun Tianyang to Zheng Mingye’s room.
Inside, a stove was burning and the air conditioning was on, making the temperature exceedingly high. Yet despite this, Zheng Mingye lay in bed shivering from the cold, his face a deathly pale. In just a single day, he seemed to have become a different person. Not only had he fallen into a coma, but he had also grown so thin he was mere skin and bones, his face utterly devoid of color.
"Hiss!" Seeing Zheng Mingye in such a state, Master Sun also sucked in a sharp breath. Zheng Mingye’s condition was even worse than he had imagined.
"Master Sun, my grandfather..." Zheng Junyi felt a pang of distress seeing his grandfather like this.
Sun Tianyang did not immediately check Zheng Mingye’s pulse. Instead, he pointed to the stove. "Quickly, remove the stove and turn off the air conditioning."
"What?" Zheng Junyi asked. "But my grandfather is ice-cold. If we remove the stove, won’t he..."
"The patient is already afflicted by an internal cold," Sun Tianyang said, his expression grim. "Such high temperatures won’t bring any improvement. It’s like adding fuel to the fire. When water and fire contend, one will surely be injured!"
Hearing this, Zheng Jiyie hastily ordered someone to remove the stove, sweat beading on his forehead. "A Divine Doctor is truly a Divine Doctor," he said, his voice laced with lingering fear from the close call. "Otherwise, we would have caused a great disaster!"
Zheng Junyi, however, said nothing. He only gave Zheng Jiyie a deep, slightly icy look.
Once the stove was removed, Sun Tianyang stepped forward to take Zheng Mingye’s pulse. With his fingers on Zheng Mingye’s wrist, Sun Tianyang closed his eyes and began to probe his condition.
Meanwhile, Zheng Jiyie and Zheng Junyi dared not even breathe, their faces tense with nervousness. While Zheng Junyi’s anxiety was genuine, Zheng Jiyie turned his head and gave the Butler a subtle look. The Butler nodded imperceptibly and quietly exited the room.
As time ticked by, Zheng Junyi’s heart was in his throat, but he didn’t dare make a sound to disturb the doctor. Sun Tianyang’s expression, in contrast, grew more and more solemn.
Finally, Sun Tianyang released his hand and let out a long breath.
"Master Sun, how is the Old Master’s condition?" Zheng Jiyie hurried forward to ask.
"Alas, the situation is dire," Sun Tianyang said, shaking his head with a sigh. "A stream of yin-cold energy has already invaded the patient’s Lung Shu Acupoint and is wreaking havoc on his bodily functions. Not only that..." Sun Tianyang’s expression turned grave. "There is another aura, one that even I cannot perceive, that seems to be taking over the patient’s body."
"What?" Zheng Junyi cried out in alarm. "Isn’t that exactly what Mr. Lin said?"
"Zheng Junyi, how can you compare a charlatan to Master Sun?" Zheng Jiyie scolded before quickly asking, "Master Sun, the Old Master... can he still be treated?"
Sun Tianyang did not press Zheng Junyi about his comment. "I shall try, but I can offer no guarantees of a cure."
"Regardless of the outcome, the Zheng Family will forever be grateful for Master Sun’s great kindness!" Zheng Jiyie declared. "Please, Master Sun, take action!"
Zheng Junyi knew now was not the time to challenge Zheng Jiyie, so he also bowed deeply. "We implore you, Master Sun, please help!"
"Mm," Sun Tianyang said. "I will do my best."
He then had Zheng Jiyie and Zheng Junyi remove Zheng Mingye’s clothes, took out his Silver Needles, and began the acupuncture treatment. Sun Tianyang’s needling was incredibly fast. Having once seen Lin Mu use True Qi to assist his acupuncture, Sun Tianyang had gained many new insights. His medical skill had now reached a new level.
After inserting three consecutive needles, Sun Tianyang’s gaze was like lightning. He mobilized his True Qi, channeling it through the Silver Needles and into Zheng Mingye’s body.
"Nghh..." Zheng Mingye suddenly groaned, his face twisting in pain.
"There’s a reaction!" Zheng Junyi was overjoyed, but no sooner had the words left his mouth than Zheng Mingye abruptly sat bolt upright. A mouthful of foul-smelling black blood spurted out before he collapsed back down again.
"Not good!" Sun Tianyang’s face changed. He cried out in alarm, quickly taking needles in both hands and jabbing them into Zheng Mingye’s abdomen and chest.
However, Zheng Mingye began to shake violently, and the veins beneath his skin instantly bulged with blood.
WHOOSH! WHOOSH!
The two needles he had just inserted flew out, embedding themselves deep in the door. If Sun Tianyang hadn’t dodged in time, he would have been wounded by them.
"How could this be?" Sun Tianyang stumbled back two steps and gasped, his face a mask of horrified astonishment. Based on his many years of medical experience, the first three needles should have been enough to suppress the cold energy in Zheng Mingye’s body, allowing him to slowly guide it out. But Zheng Mingye’s body seemed to contain a terrifyingly cold energy. Furthermore, the entity fighting for control of his body appeared to have been enraged by the treatment, and it had nearly injured him.
As if a thought struck him, Sun Tianyang suddenly flipped Zheng Mingye over, and his expression changed drastically.
"This is..."
On Zheng Mingye’s back, a crimson bloodline had already reached the nape of his neck. It was now spreading toward the crown of his head at a speed visible to the naked eye.
"Heh." Sun Tianyang suddenly gave a bitter laugh. He cupped his hands toward Zheng Jiyie and Zheng Junyi, his posture one of defeat. "Gentlemen, I am truly sorry. Forgive my incompetence, but I am powerless here. This illness... I cannot treat it."