This was a simple room. The floor was covered with terrazzo, and there were no luxurious decorations on the walls, only the simplest white walls.
A vermilion solid wood wardrobe with half of its paint peeling off, an old-fashioned writing desk, a yellow pear wood TV cabinet, and a wide bamboo bed made up this extremely simple room.
Except for an old ceiling fan and an 18-inch domestic color TV, there were no modern elements in the whole room, which made people feel as if they were in the residential houses of Shenzhou in the 1970s or 1980s.
An old man lay quietly on the bamboo bed, dying. His old face was full of wrinkles under his white hair and was covered with senile spots. At this moment, his eyes were closed tightly, making the wrinkles at the corners of his eyes deeper. If it were not for the slight rise and fall of his bony chest occasionally, people would mistakenly think that he had stopped breathing.
At this moment, the ventilator covering his face and the ECG detector beside the bamboo bed were particularly incompatible with the layout and furnishings of the room.
The white wall was covered with all kinds of messy photos. Only the photos of the old man in military uniform and the founding great man when he was young could make people realize how extraordinary his identity was.
The room of about 20 square meters was full of people at this moment, and the atmosphere was tense and serious. Everyone stared at the back of the young man sitting on the bed without blinking. His hands moved like a phantom, and there was no room for anything else.
As the King of Needles, Yan Xun was naturally invited to come when Elder Su was seriously ill.
At this moment, standing in the crowd and watching the silver needles fluttering up and down in Ding Ning's hands like butterflies flying through flowers, he could not help showing a trace of dejection in his eyes. Not to mention that Yan Hao was indeed not as good as him, even he felt that he was not as good as him.
But when he thought that Yan Hao's failure this time was a great blow to him, but it was also a blessing in disguise because he was taken away by the teacher of the inspector of heavenly ambassadors and was accepted as an outer core disciple, he could not help but want to laugh heartily.
No matter how excellent Ding Ning's medical skills were, he could only be a hero in the secular world, and he could not be compared with those immortal-like figures of the Holy Medical Family.
He believed that in five years at most, when Yan Hao finished his studies and came back, he would definitely trample on Ding Ning and take back the honor that he had lost.
Mr. Jiang and others were fascinated by Ding Ning's technique. For the current medical skills of national physicians like them, it was almost impossible for them to make further progress.
But now, they saw a glimmer of an opportunity to break through themselves. Ding Ning's every move contained some kind of indescribable rhythm, which was in line with the Great Way of Heaven and Earth. They were deeply immersed in it and had some enlightenment.
When Ding Ning entered the room, Elder Su's vital signs had basically disappeared, and his brain waves had almost become a flat line. After a few needles, Elder Su's vital signs began to rise, and his vital signs had completely recovered. Obviously, Su's life was no longer in danger.
They all wanted to learn something from Ding Ning. So, up until now, no one thought to inform the Su Family of this good news.
Ding Ning's face was pale, and he felt weak all over. This morning, he had successfully practiced the first punch of the Barbarian Physical Exercise Technique. The power of that punch was indeed terrifying, but the consumption was equally terrifying.
Ding Ning's face was pale, and he felt weak all over. This morning, he had successfully practiced the first punch of the Barbarian Physical Exercise Technique. The power of that punch was really horrible, but it also consumed a lot of energy.
There was nothing wrong with Old Master Su's heart, but he had suffered a gunshot wound in his chest when he was young. Perhaps it was limited by the medical technology of that era, although the bullet was removed, it damaged some of the meridians around his heart.
These tiny meridians were not the main meridians, and they would not hinder his body in normal times. But as he grew older, his organs began to age, and the main meridians began to shrink. In addition, he had a bad temper and strong liver fire. When he was stimulated, his blood flowed faster, which led to the lack of blood supply to the heart and the hypoxia in the brain and coma.
If that was all there was to it, it wouldn't be too difficult for him to repair a few meridians. However, the problem was that Old Master Su had spent his entire life on the battlefield, and he had suffered dozens of injuries. Even though he had received timely treatment, there were still repercussions.
These sequelae were not serious problems. Usually, it was just a little back pain on cloudy days and rainy days. But after a few decades, many a little makes a mickle. When these sequelae broke out all at once, it was not as simple as one plus one equals two.
For example, Master Su's abdomen had been injured by a knife and a gun. In the era of war, medicine was scarce. He just tore off a rag and tied it to the wound to stop the bleeding without disinfecting it. As a result, the wound was inflamed and he had a high fever for a few days. He only survived it with his strong will.
As a result, although Master Su's wound was healed, the meridians in that area were completely necrotic, and the wound became a long red hard scar. When it rained, the scar would be red and itchy. Later, the condition was better and the wound was treated again, but it had been a long time, and the new skin and flesh had grown solid. How could it be healed so easily?
There were dozens of old wounds like this on Master Su's body, which made Ding Ning admire Master Su's perseverance. After so many years, the pain brought by these old wounds was not something that ordinary people could bear.
If the human body was regarded as an extremely precise machine, these old wounds were the seemingly inconspicuous damaged parts on the machine. Although they did not affect the normal operation of the machine, once the main parts also had problems, the damage brought by these damaged parts would be fatal.
Every part of the human body had its own unique function and effect. Therefore, these old injuries caused his immunity to be low, and his vital energy and blood flow to be impeded. Complications occurred frequently, and he was plagued by all kinds of diseases. It was a miracle that he could live to the age of ninety years old.
What troubled Ding Ning most was that Master Su was too old. His vital energy was insufficient, his organ function declined, and his self-recovery ability was poor.
In short, his lifespan was coming to an end. Even if he did not have an attack this time, he would not have a long time to live.
Even if Ding Ning connected all his meridians, he could live for three or five months at most.
If he wanted to let him live for a few more years, he could only use the abundant vitality contained in the Green Ivy Bead to nourish his vital energy. This made him extremely confused. Was it worth wasting a precious Green Ivy Bead for an old man who was coming to an end?
"Since you are my sister's savior, as her younger brother, I will repay your kindness on behalf of her. You are lucky. I will give you a good fortune."
Ding Ning muttered in his heart. He secretly took out a Green Ivy Bead painfully, stuffed it into Master Su's mouth at lightning speed, and introduced it into his body with spiritual power.
With the Green Ivy Bead, he could constantly absorb the vitality between heaven and earth. Although he might not be able to live for a hundred years, it was absolutely not a problem for him to live for another eight to ten years. However, he was afraid that he would not be able to grow flowers and grass in the future. As long as he came into contact with the flowers and grass, their vitality would be taken away.
He was not afraid of being seen by others. Anyway, all the people present were ordinary people, and his speed was so fast that it was difficult to be seen by the naked eye. Unless there was a monitor installed here and it was slowed down by dozens of times, it was possible to find him.
But he could see that Master Su's identity was extraordinary, and no one dared to install a monitor in his bedroom. Therefore, the secret of the Green Ivy Bead might be exposed.
After swallowing the Green Ivy Bead, the abundant vitality quickly nourished Master Su's body. His face full of wrinkles quickly became ruddy, and even the age spots began to fade gradually. His breath became more stable, and his vitality soon returned to the value of a normal person.
The people who were keenly aware of this scene could not help but exclaim. "This is the real magic skill!" This was the exclamation that Su Zhengrong heard.
But the treatment was not over. The damaged meridians had already withered after so many years. If they were not repaired, the vitality contained in the Green Ivy Bead could not smoothly spread to the whole body, and prolonging life would become a lie.
If he used the vitality contained in the Green Ivy Bead to stimulate the withered meridians to restore their vitality, it would be much easier for him to connect the meridians.
Connecting the meridians was a delicate work that required the consumption of superpower, spiritual force, and spiritual force, which could not be completed in a short time. He had to secretly take out a piece of spirit crystal and hold it in his palm. While replenishing the spiritual force, he repaired the damaged meridians of the Old Master.
He even had no time to use silver needles as a camouflage. He sat upright at the head of the bed, closed his eyes, and concentrated on treating the Old Master.
But in the eyes of others, he just put his hand on Master Su's body without moving. If it were not for his pale face and concentrated expression, everyone would think that he was so tired that he fell asleep.
Jiang Rui, the personal secretary who had been guarding at the door like a door god, finally could not bear the coaxing and pestering of the Su family. He braced himself to come in to inquire about the news. When he was about to ask, Mr. Jiang glared at him sternly and raised his index finger to make a gesture of hush, indicating that he should not disturb him.
Jiang Rui nodded again and again. Although he did not know the specific situation, he could understand the electrocardiogram monitor. Knowing that the Old Master's life should be saved, he tiptoed out.
The Su family, whether they were sincere or not, immediately surrounded him and asked about the Old Master's situation.
Jiang Rui did not dare to talk nonsense. He could only say solemnly, "He is still under rescue."
Su Zhengrong's anxious heart was relieved, and a touch of relief flashed in his eyes. He secretly laughed that he was too nervous before. How could a young man in his early twenties have such great abilities? How could he save the old guy?
Su Zhengxi's mood was extremely complicated. He hoped that the Old Master would be safe and sound, but he also hoped that the Old Master would die so that he could take advantage of the chaos to seize the position of the head of the family.
Su Zhengdong woke up slowly. No matter how much he disliked Su Zhengnan and his daughter, he had been a senior official after all, and his vision was not comparable to that of a short-sighted person like Su Zhengxi. He knew what the overall situation was and wholeheartedly hoped that Old Master Su could get through this catastrophe. Knowing that the Old Master was still under rescue, he could not help pacing back and forth anxiously.
Su Zhengnan looked calm, but he was still worried in his heart. He was afraid that his grandson's rescue would fail and he would become the target of the Su family's anger. He quietly pulled Jiang Rui and asked, "What on earth is going on inside?"
Su Ningxiang also came over worriedly and asked in a low voice, "Secretary Jiang, tell us what's going on inside. Is grandpa still hopeful?"
As the personal secretary of the Old Master, although Jiang Rui was not a member of the Su family, he still respected Su Zhengnan, the head of the family. Besides, he had always sympathized with Su Ningxiang, so he immediately looked around and whispered, "The Old Master's life should be saved, but it's hard to say what's going on. The rescue is not over yet."
Su Zhengnan and his daughter looked at each other in surprise and saw the deep joy in each other's eyes. But thinking that the Old Master's final situation was still unknown, they thought it was too early to laugh, so they immediately restrained their joy.
Since the Old Master was fine for the time being, Su Ningxiang also felt relieved and immediately whispered, "Dad, then I'll go first. As for the group … I'll come back and wait for … grandpa to wake up. Call me."
"Then hurry up and go. I'll stay here."
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