Chapter 128: Come Quickly

Zhao Yang was busy preparing for the grand opening when he suddenly heard someone call his name.

For many years, patients had all called him Divine Doctor Zhao. It was rare for anyone to call him by his given name.

"Ling'Er, go see what's going on."

Dressed in her nurse's uniform, Zhao Ling'Er briskly walked out.

Right in front of her, she saw an old man holding a girl with a pained expression. Half of the girl's body had already turned completely black, and the blackness was faintly surging outwards.

Zhao Ling'Er was stunned and hurriedly said, "Quick, come inside!"

The patient was already at their doorstep; there was no reason to turn them away.

Even if she died in the Holy Medicine Hall, Zhao Yang was prepared for that.

Plenty of patients had died at the Holy Medicine Hall before, but he'd never heard of any of their families causing a scene there.

"Grandpa!" Zhao Ling'Er shrieked as she helped Liu Yifang inside.

Divine Doctor Zhao looked up, his expression turning grave.

"It's already this advanced? The cold poison has spread throughout her entire body and is about to break through containment. What on earth happened?"

Doctor Liao took a step forward. "I was the one treating her. I had her take the medicine last night, and everything seemed fine. I never expected that before the sun was even up the next day, the cold poison would erupt…"

Divine Doctor Zhao sighed. "Alas, didn't I tell you? This cold poison is self-perpetuating, like a living creature. You can't provoke it with ordinary medicine! But you just wouldn't listen… Sigh…"

"Since she's been brought to my Holy Medicine Hall, I have no reason not to try and save her. However, my chances of success are not much higher than yours. I'm afraid my grandniece Yifang is going to die here in my Holy Medicine Hall."

Liu Yiming said, "No! There's still hope!"

"There's none. If I could save her, I would have done so long ago!" Divine Doctor Zhao said, sighing dramatically.

"Where is the person who saved Xue Xi? I need to find him! I know he's your, Zhao Yang's, apprentice!"

'The person who saved Xue Xi?' Zhao Yang didn't even realize who he was talking about at first.

But Zhao Ling'Er remembered. She had also gone to the Xue residence.

"Are you talking about Mu Lin? Should I call him over?"

"Quick, please, ask him to come!"

Zhao Ling'Er called Mu Lin, and he picked up within seconds.

"What's wrong?" He was at the hospital, so his phone was on 24/7.

"Mu Lin, get over here, quick! Miss Liu's condition is critical!" Zhao Ling'Er exclaimed.

Mu Lin shot up from his chair, startling a passing nurse.

"Are her symptoms large-scale bruising all over her body, accompanied by a stinging pain?"

"No, her body is purplish-red now, the area is still growing, and the pain is so bad she's gone numb!"

Mu Lin said, "The symptoms don't matter. The key question is, has the Liu Family apologized?"

'This…' Zhao Ling'Er was at a loss for words. 'At a time like this, you're still worried about that, Mu Lin?'

"No, they haven't."

"Then it has nothing to do with me if she dies. I was up all night with a patient. I'm tired. I'm going back to sleep!"

With that, he was about to hang up the phone.

"Brother Mu, the one at fault was that brute from the Liu Family named Huo Tianqi! What does that have to do with Miss Liu? Is there any point in taking your anger out on her?"

Zhao Ling'Er's tone suddenly became stern and aggressive.

But Mu Lin had no intention of softening. "Let me talk to your grandfather. I want to hear what he thinks."

Zhao Ling'Er sighed. "Grandpa, Mu Lin wants to talk to you!"

Zhao Yang had already guessed the content of their conversation from Zhao Ling'Er's words. He took the phone and said:

"I stopped caring about that little incident long ago. This is the entrance to a clinic; people come and go all day. Arguments and friction are daily occurrences. You can't hold a grudge against everyone!"

"The most important thing right now is to save Miss Liu, even if we end up on bad terms with the Liu Family afterward."

"Get over here, and stop throwing a tantrum!"

"The toxin is spreading too fast! Other than you, I don't think anyone can suppress it!" Divine Doctor Zhao was so anxious he was practically jumping up and down.

"Listen carefully," Mu Lin said suddenly. "I'm only going to say this once."

Divine Doctor Zhao immediately focused, sensing that this was something extremely important.

Mu Lin listed a series of locations, along with the corresponding force and technique for each.

A sharp glint appeared in Divine Doctor Zhao's eyes.

'This... This is...'

"Yes! I'll hold the fort here. You get over here quickly!"

With that, Divine Doctor Zhao hung up.

Liu Yiming's ears twitched. The respect in Zhao Yang's voice for Mu Lin was obvious.

It meant that this Mu Lin was truly skilled. Hope began to bloom in Liu Yiming's heart once more.

Most importantly, the relationship between the two of them seemed more like an exchange between peers, not one of master and disciple.

'Just who is this person, to have skills rivaling Zhao Yang's at such a young age?'

Liu Yiming's eyes shone brightly, filled with anticipation.

Divine Doctor Zhao had Liu Yiming lay Liu Yifang flat on a surgical bed, then turned and took out a set of silver needles.

Liu Yiming asked, "What are you going to do?"

Divine Doctor Zhao took a deep breath, his expression extremely solemn, and said:

"Before Mu Lin arrives, I must suppress the cold poison in Miss Liu's body to prevent it from spreading further."

"I am not familiar with this technique, and I may end up harming Miss Liu. I ask that Patriarch Liu not hold it against me!"

Liu Qizhou hurriedly shook his head. "No, no, of course we won't!"

'His daughter was already in this state; how could he possibly expect her to come out completely unscathed?'

Divine Doctor Zhao busily applied the needles according to Mu Lin's instructions. He was incredibly anxious; the positions for these needles were completely different from any conventional techniques.

Normally, you couldn't have paid him to do it this way.

But now he had no choice. A life was on the line, and he had to act.

Liu Yiming watched intently. The more he saw, the more he felt that his decision had been an exceptionally wise one.

'This Zhao fellow has progressed at lightning speed over the years.'

'Back when Liu Yifang's condition hadn't flared up, we practically sent a palanquin to invite him, but he wouldn't come. Yet now he's skillfully suppressing the cold poison.'

If Divine Doctor Zhao were to hear that, he'd probably be so scared he'd drop his needles.

What did he know? Mu Lin had just given him rote instructions for a few needles using positions and proportions, forcing him to swallow them whole without understanding.

Divine Doctor Zhao was just following the instructions like an old monk chanting a sutra.

After a few needles were inserted, the purplish-red area at the edge of the blackish-purple region began to shrink, receding to the border and no longer spreading.

'It's working!' Divine Doctor Zhao's heart pounded. 'This miracle is actually happening at my own hands!'

Liu Yiming looked closely and saw that her condition had indeed improved somewhat. He was so moved he was on the verge of tears.

Miss Liu's complexion had also improved slightly.

"Yifang, how are you feeling? Answer Grandpa!"

Still no response... Liu Yiming paced back and forth anxiously, not knowing what to do.

'They still have to wait for Mu Lin to arrive for a complete cure.'

Zhao Ling'Er was getting frantic, so she called Mu Lin again.

It was basically a non-stop barrage of life-or-death calls...

'Looks like I have to go,' Mu Lin thought. 'Zhao Yang has already placed a huge moral burden on my shoulders.'

If he didn't go, he'd probably never be able to face Divine Doctor Zhao again.

'Alright, fine, I'll go! I'll make it quick. Li Xue is here to watch things, and she can handle any simple matters.'

Luckily, the hospital was only a kilometer away from the Holy Medicine Hall. It was a quick run, provided there were no traffic lights in the way.

He immediately rushed to the second floor and jumped directly from balcony to balcony to avoid having to wait for any traffic lights.

He moved like a bolt of lightning.

Passersby stared, their eyes wide. What the hell was that? It wasn't like they were filming a movie, so why was someone parkouring across the rooftops?

Mu Lin landed steadily in front of the Holy Medicine Hall.

When Zhao Ling'Er saw Mu Lin, she exclaimed excitedly, "Brother Mu!"

Then she turned to Liu Yiming and said, "This is the man who can save your granddaughter!"

Liu Yiming and Mu Lin's eyes met, and Liu Yiming suddenly recognized him.

He had witnessed the duel between Mu Lin and Chen Zhengyang the other day. Chen Zhengyang had been killed with ease.

The one who did it was this very same Mu Lin.

"It's you!"

Mu Lin recognized Liu Yiming as well. "I told you the Celestial Sunflower was useless, but you ended up using it anyway, didn't you?"

Doctor Liao said with a grave expression, "The mistake was mine. I alone will bear full responsibility!"

"And who are you?" Mu Lin raised an eyebrow. He'd never seen this person before.

Liu Yiming introduced him seriously, "This is a renowned physician I invited, Doctor Liao Yuliang."

Mu Lin paused for a moment, then shook his head. "Never heard of him!"

This angered Doctor Liao so much that he nearly picked up his tools to fight Mu Lin.

Zhao Ling'Er shot Mu Lin a look. "Brother Mu, can't you just say a little less? Saving her is what's important!"

Mu Lin thought so too, so he reined himself in a bit and said, "Doctor Liao, why did you use the Celestial Sunflower?"

"Because the Celestial Sunflower is a plant of supreme yang energy, used to dispel the cold qi in the young miss's body."

"And did it work?"

Doctor Liao was speechless, his face flushing red.