Long Aotian found it truly surprising that he was revived by Chen Xiao, but Chen Xiao was simply too young, and the notion of removing shrapnel with a traditional Chinese medicine plaster was too preposterous. He found it difficult to force himself to believe Chen Xiao.
Long Xiaolin was even less likely to believe Chen Xiao. As soon as Long Aotian finished speaking, he sarcastically taunted again:
"Chen Xiao, I understand your desperate attempt to show off and then use this opportunity to curry favor with my Long family. After all, anyone who comes into contact with my grandfather wants to fawn over him, but a lie is a lie, and it's useless no matter how much you brag. If your medicine can't save Jun Dao later, my grandfather will definitely not forgive you."
Chen Xiao was solely focused on carefully brewing the medicine, the mysterious, wordless golden formula in his mind spinning rapidly, consuming a great deal of brainpower. Describing it as "mentally exhausted" wouldn't be an exaggeration. Long Xiaolin's incessant nagging inexplicably angered him, so he said without politeness:
"Dragon King, facts speak louder than words. Until the Xumi Jiezi Gao is brewed, anything I say now is useless. Let's wait until Brother Jun Dao has used the medicine before making a conclusion! But I hope you can tell certain jumping, barking fools to shut up. They are seriously affecting my performance."
"You..."
Long Xiaolin noticed that Chen Xiao had ignored him from beginning to end, becoming even more enraged and ashamed. Gritting his teeth, he snarled:
"How dare you insult me like this in front of my grandfather, and even try to order him around! You're tired of living!"
As he spoke, he even made a move to kick over the steaming pot in front of Chen Xiao.
"Presumptuous!"
Long Aotian was furious. He kicked Long Xiaolin hard, sending him stumbling backward. The aura of a generation's war god instantly erupted:
"If you want to stay by my side, shut your mouth obediently! If you dare to speak disrespectfully to Doctor Chen again, be careful, I'll have your parents send you to the army for reclamation work right now!"
"I..."
Long Xiaolin was instantly terrified, retreating repeatedly like a dog with its tail between its legs, his expression filled with undisguised fear.
Chen Xiao continued to brew the medicine methodically, his demeanor calm and his movements skilled.
Long Aotian watched, finding Chen Xiao increasingly unfathomable, and secretly sighed:
"The mountain of Tai collapses before him, yet his expression does not change. I was never this composed at such a young age. This young man is truly rare! It's just a pity he doesn't know how to restrain himself and makes enemies everywhere. His future will ultimately be limited, alas!"
With a look of regret at Chen Xiao, who was solely focused on diligently brewing the herbal medicine, Long Aotian shook his head and went into the room to check on Jun Dao.
He saw Yan, dressed in a white coat, standing by the bed in a daze. Jun Dao was lying unconscious on the bed. Slightly angered, he frowned and said:
"Doctor Yan, why haven't you arranged for specialists from various city hospitals to consult? Jun Dao was trained by me personally, with distinguished military achievements. Even if he's beyond saving, we must not give up! He must live. Do you understand?"
Yan seemed possessed, staring intently at the nine silver needles inserted into Jun Dao's chest. It wasn't until Long Aotian spoke that he realized Long Aotian had arrived. Flustered, he quickly shook his head and explained:
"No, no, no! Dragon King, I haven't given up on rescuing Doctor Yan, because he is not in immediate mortal danger."
Long Aotian's frown deepened:
"Didn't Xiaolin say that based on your initial diagnosis, Jun Dao has at least dozens of pieces of shrapnel in his body?"
Yan said, trembling with fear:
"Yes... yes, but upon further diagnosis, I discovered that Jun Dao's vitality is as vigorous as that of an adult tiger. Even without any medical intervention, he could live for at least another seven days or even longer..."
"Hmm?"
Long Aotian was slightly moved, his expression filled with shock:
"How is this possible?"
Yan stared at the nine silver needles in Jun Dao's chest with great reverence, his voice trembling:
"The ancient medical texts treasured in our Northern Border Army record a secret acupuncture technique from the Tang and Song dynasties that has been lost, called Sheng Sheng Zao Hua Zhen. Legend has it that this acupuncture consists of nine needles. If one masters it to the peak, they can revive the dead, heal bones, steal yin and yang, and seize creation. However, throughout history, very few have been able to master even the first two needles..."
Long Aotian, being well-read, had also seen the medical texts Yan mentioned and was even more shocked:
"You mean, the nine silver needles in Jun Dao's chest are the legendary, complete Sheng Sheng Zao Hua Zhen?"
Yan nodded vigorously, his reverence deepening, almost to the point of kneeling before the nine needles:
"It must be! As long as we can find a Super Doctor King to perform acupuncture and extend Jun Dao's life, Jun Dao can definitely be saved!"
Just then, two maids who were assisting Chen Xiao rushed in:
"Dragon King, Xiaolin insists on driving Doctor Chen away. Please go quickly!"
"What?"
Long Aotian felt a jolt of panic. He turned and dashed out the door, feeling as anxious as if he were about to miss out on billions.