"Then hurry up and treat my mother!" Su Mengli urged impatiently.
Ye Wutian spoke calmly, "Because my mother-in-law has been brain dead for too long, repairing those deteriorated brain cells will take a fairly lengthy treatment process. I'm not sure about the exact recovery speed, but I can prioritize the functional recovery you want—like vision, hearing, or even breathing, excretion, swallowing, and so on."
Jiang Senhui was instantly dumbfounded. To revive a patient with irreversible brain death is already inconceivable, let alone selectively restore functions as if tuning a machine.
"That—that's impossible," Jiang Senhui shook his head in denial. Ye Wutian's words didn't just overturn Jiang Senhui's personal beliefs, they completely upended the world's research achievements on brain death from the past forty years.
"Then, let Mom regain her vision first." Su Mengli hesitated for a long time before making her decision, hoping her mother could open her eyes as soon as possible.
"No problem." Ye Wutian agreed readily, then instructed the young nurse, "Nurse, please go get me some Silver Needles."
"Oh!" The nurse nodded mechanically, equally stunned by Ye Wutian's words like Jiang Senhui.
There have been a few successful cases in China where acupuncture was used to treat patients in vegetative states, but as for curing brain death with acupuncture, that's unheard of—maybe no one would be foolish enough to attempt treatment for such an irreversible injury.
The hospital room was extremely quiet, everyone's expressions showed something different. Ye Wutian was calm as usual, Su Mengli and Hu Xue'er's faces were full of joy, while Jiang Senhui was shocked and suspicious. As for Su Zhiyuan, it was a complicated mix—maybe whether his wife wakes up or not has long ceased to matter to him. Now, he's most worried about if his wife really wakes up, what would he do to coerce his daughter into marrying Zheng Jian?
Soon, the nurse came back, panting, holding a metal needle box in her hand.
After getting the needle box, Ye Wutian instructed Su Mengli to help sit up Feng Shulan.
Once ready, Ye Wutian opened the box, swept his right hand, and in the gaps between his five fingers, four Silver Needles were already pinched.
Such skilled technique made everyone gasp in amazement, and the nurse next to him even drew in a breath, stunned.
Then Ye Wutian's right hand moved swiftly on Feng Shulan's head, and in the blink of an eye, the four Silver Needles were all inserted into her scalp. Two were inserted at the back of the head at the Wind Mansion and Mute Gate points; the other two were placed at the Baihui Point and the Central Vertex Line.
Although Jiang Senhui is a Western doctor, he does have some knowledge of traditional Chinese acupuncture, especially in neurosurgery. So he recognized Ye Wutian's needle placements as common points used for treating vegetative states, but what came next left him completely baffled.
Ye Wutian extracted four more Silver Needles, and these were all inserted in major points along the Governing Vessel.
Ye Wutian's rapid and deft movements made Su Zhiyuan, Su Mengli, and Hu Xue'er all nervous. Although they didn't understand medicine, they'd seen acupuncture procedures before, and those doctors always carefully located the points and gently inserted the needles, not stabbing them in like Ye Wutian did—so recklessly and without hesitation.
But the nurse nearby was very clear: Ye Wutian wasn't mistaken in his needling—even if she couldn't understand why he chose those points, every needle was accurately placed. Ye Wutian's fast yet precise technique left her utterly dumbfounded. If Ye Wutian saw her cute, stunned look now, he'd definitely take advantage and steal a kiss.
After finishing the needling, Ye Wutian didn't stop; instead, he moved lightning-fast between the Silver Needles, and each time he touched a needle, he gave it a gentle twist and infused a bit of True Qi into it.
In fact, Emperor Xuanyuan's Ling Shu included both the Spirit Pivot Acupuncture Classic and the Spirit Pivot Heart Technique, intended to integrate acupuncture with True Qi, forming a therapy where the needle guides and the Qi assists. As the saying goes: if you practice acupuncture without Qigong, the doctor's efforts are wasted and the patient suffers for nothing.
At this moment, threads of True Qi flowed through the Silver Needles into Feng Shulan's brain, stimulating the damaged brain cells and helping them repair.
This process lasted nearly half an hour; beads of sweat appeared on Ye Wutian's forehead as he focused all his attention on the treatment. Those Silver Needles had pierced the skull, with their tips just millimeters from Feng Shulan's cerebral cortex. One misstep could cause permanent physical damage to her brain.
Su Mengli, who was supporting Feng Shulan, didn't know when she started gazing at Ye Wutian's face. In her eyes, this was the true posture of a Medical Practitioner—nothing like his previous slick, playful demeanor.
This handsome face, the solemn seriousness, was just like a warrior on the battlefield—the determined expression, the strong figure—everything about him stirred Su Mengli's heart and made her feel enchanted.
Just as Su Mengli was lost in admiration, Ye Wutian suddenly spoke: "I know I'm handsome, but you don't have to stare at me like that, do you?" With those words, the good impression Su Mengli had built up about him crashed to the ground.
Su Mengli's cheeks turned red, and she quickly looked away from Ye Wutian's face. At that moment, she noticed her mother's finger twitch.
Su Mengli was overjoyed, and she immediately called out to Feng Shulan: "Mom! Wake up, it's me, Mengli!"
Under five pairs of amazed eyes, Feng Shulan slowly opened her eyes.
She really woke up. Jiang Senhui staggered two steps, his mind buzzing.
"Mom! Mom, you're finally awake…" Su Mengli cried with joy, as five years of hardships seemed to pour out in this moment. Her mother waking up today was the result of her persistent efforts over these five years—if she had given up earlier, how could she have met Ye Wutian today?
"Mengli!" Seeing her daughter safe in front of her, Feng Shulan was overwhelmed with emotion, since her memory was still frozen on the day of the car accident.
At this moment, Feng Shulan could talk and move, almost like she was fully recovered, which delighted Su Mengli. But Ye Wutian's next words threw a bucket of cold water on her.