Hearing Ye Ling's words, Shen Weiwei, who had already despaired, her eyes lit up again. She quickly grabbed Dr. Hu's sleeve and said urgently, "Dr. Hu, can my mother really be saved?"
"Please save her, I'll pay any amount of money!"
With Shen Weiwei grabbing his sleeve, Dr. Hu frowned slightly. However, seeing Shen Weiwei's pitiful state, he couldn't bear it and advised, "We still haven't found the cause of your mother's illness. There are no such cases nationwide or even globally."
"Even going to the best hospital in the capital would likely yield the same result."
"We've done our best. You should prepare for the funeral."
Dr. Hu's words were like a bolt from the blue, striking Shen Weiwei fiercely.
Since her father passed away, her mother was her only solace...
If her mother also left, she would truly be all alone.
"This, this isn't true... Ye Ling, quickly tell me this isn't true! You said my mom can still be saved! Right?"
Shen Weiwei looked at Ye Ling, her eyes swollen from crying. She had clearly placed her last hope in Ye Ling.
She had met Ye Ling for less than an hour. If she hadn't been at her wit's end, she wouldn't have begged Ye Ling, who was almost a stranger.
Moreover, Dr. Hu had now declared her mother dead. Shen Weiwei's plea to Ye Ling was merely her unwillingness to accept reality.
Who could bring the dead back to life?
Ye Ling looked at Shen Weiwei gently and said softly, "Rest assured, Uncle Shen showed me kindness. I will save Auntie."
"Really? Really?"
Shen Weiwei sniffled, staring blankly at Ye Ling.
"Mhm."
Ye Ling's voice possessed a calming power that actually made Shen Weiwei calm down.
Dr. Hu, seeing Ye Ling still comforting Shen Weiwei, couldn't help but remind him, "You're this girl's boyfriend, aren't you? Her mother has no pulse. It's estimated only a deity can save her. You shouldn't comfort people like this."
"You still need to face reality."
Ye Ling looked at Dr. Hu and asked, "Does your hospital have silver needles? I came back in a hurry and didn't bring my medical instruments."
"You're a traditional Chinese medicine practitioner?" Dr. Hu looked at Ye Ling with surprise and suspicion.
Ye Ling looked no more than twenty-something. Even if he studied traditional Chinese medicine, his skills would at most be superficial.
As for Mother Shen, she had completely stopped breathing. Let alone Ye Ling, even the top divine doctors in the country couldn't bring her back to life!
"Something like that."
After Ye Ling transmigrated to another world, he often fought for his life, constantly walking between life and death. To improve his survival rate, Ye Ling had also learned a set of life-saving medical skills.
Although Ye Ling could save Mother Shen with just spiritual energy, bringing someone back to life on the spot would likely scare everyone present to death!
Therefore, Ye Ling wanted to use acupuncture as a cover.
Hearing Ye Ling say this, Dr. Hu immediately felt Ye Ling was being unreasonable and was about to refuse when he saw Ye Ling's eyes, as deep as the vast universe, and was stunned.
He suddenly felt like a commoner standing before an emperor, utterly insignificant!
Dr. Hu found himself unable to refuse Ye Ling and subconsciously said to a nurse coming out of the operating room, "Nurse Li, go borrow a set of silver needles from Doctor Ma."
The nurse who came out was called to a halt by Dr. Hu and was also surprised, asking, "What do you need silver needles for?"
"Hurry up, don't waste time!"
Dr. Hu urged. Although the nurse was full of questions, she couldn't ask further and had to run towards the TCM department.
"Thank you."
Ye Ling thanked Dr. Hu and then walked into the operating room, going to Mother Shen's side.
At this moment, Mother Shen's eyes were tightly closed, her face was purplish-blue, and her lips were swollen, looking as if she had been poisoned.
When Dr. Hu came to his senses, he found Ye Ling standing by the operating table. He smacked his forehead, not understanding why he had inexplicably believed Ye Ling.
"I'm truly insane to agree to a young brat!"
Dr. Hu cursed himself inwardly, but since it had come to this, he couldn't drive Ye Ling away. He quickly walked towards Ye Ling and explained, "The patient is suspected of being poisoned, but all indicators within her body are normal."
"If the source of the poisoning cannot be found, the patient can only wait for death."
Although Dr. Hu agreed to help Ye Ling borrow a set of silver needles, he still believed Ye Ling was a fraud.
How could a young TCM practitioner with needles achieve resurrection when modern medicine couldn't even detect the cause of the illness?
Ye Ling did not respond to Dr. Hu. Instead, he used his spiritual energy to meticulously examine Mother Shen from head to toe.
Ye Ling discovered that Mother Shen was not poisoned, nor was she seriously ill. She had been cursed by someone using a special method.
"It seems there are quite a few supernatural powers on Earth..."
"The Taoist priest I met before, and now this curse... It seems my return journey won't be too lonely," Ye Ling murmured to himself, a faint glow flashing in his eyes.
"Dr. Hu, I've borrowed the silver needles."
At this moment, Nurse Li entered the operating room with a packet of silver needles and happened to see Ye Ling standing in front of the operating table, frowning slightly.
She didn't understand why Dr. Hu had allowed an ordinary person into the operating table and let him stare at a dead person.
Dr. Hu gave a wry smile. He naturally couldn't explain that he had been stunned by Ye Ling's gaze just now. He said to Nurse Li, "Give the silver needles to this young man. He says he can save the patient."
"Dr. Hu, are you joking? Isn't the patient already dead?" Nurse Li thought she had misheard and looked at Dr. Hu with disbelief.
"Give me the silver needles, don't waste time," Ye Ling said calmly, his tone leaving no room for doubt, causing Nurse Li to tremble.
"Yes, yes..."
For some reason, Nurse Li instinctively handed over the silver needles.
She felt as if the person standing before her was an unfettered king, whose commands could not be refused.
Ye Ling took the silver needles and infused them with spiritual energy, inserting them into several vital points of Mother Shen.
Ye Ling's spiritual energy passed through those vital points and quickly spread throughout Mother Shen's meridians, dispelling the curse that resided within.
"What are you doing?"
An elder with sparse hair who rushed to the operating room door saw Ye Ling's acupuncture technique and immediately flew into a rage, shouting sternly, "You're inserting needles into the patient's vital points! Are you trying to murder someone?"
"Why are you here, Divine Doctor Ma?"
Dr. Hu was also surprised to see the elder appear, not expecting him to be here.
Divine Doctor Ma, whose full name was Ma Ruis hi, was a renowned TCM practitioner in Jiangcheng, with considerable prestige nationwide.
Ma Ruis hi strode into the operating room, his face grim, saying, "Nurse Li borrowed a set of silver needles, and I wanted to see who was using them. I didn't expect you to let a young brat run wild!"
"If the patient dies from this, who among you will take responsibility?"
Dr. Hu's face turned ugly and he quickly said, "Doctor Ma, please don't be anxious, the patient is already..."
"Quickly pull this brat away! Don't let him defile my silver needles!" Ma Ruis hi directly interrupted Dr. Hu, his emotions running high.
"Shut up."
Suddenly, Ye Ling's indifferent voice echoed in the operating room, causing Ma Ruis hi to freeze, his face turning red with suppressed anger.
In Jiangcheng, no one had ever dared to speak to him like this!
"Beep," "Beep," "Beep"
At this moment, the monitor beside them beeped. Mother Shen's stopped pulse suddenly began to beat again.
Both Dr. Hu and Nurse Li's faces showed expressions of shock.
"This, this... she's alive?"
How is this possible?