Chapter 306: Chapter 306: The Little Ancestor Uses Lotus Root to Mend Bones and Prolong Life
The operating room in the dead of night.
Zuzi lined up several pieces of tender white lotus roots on the sterile fabric of the surgical table.
Like a little girl playing with matches or building blocks, she observed Xi Rubao’s arms and calves, adjusting the position of the lotus roots.
What on earth is this middle schooler doing?
A group of directors with graying hair, their foreheads filled with endless little question marks.
"Ah, it’s been a long time since I did this, I’m a bit rusty." Zuzi put her hand on her forehead and suddenly sighed delicately, "I forgot to get the Lotus Leaf Dew."
The dewdrops on the lotus leaf are the essence, indispensable.
Fortunately, Wei Yang outside the door heard this and, like a magician, immediately pulled out two fresh lotus leaves from his backpack, with droplets still glistening: "Miss Xi, do you need this? I originally brought it back to make Lotus Leaf Tea, but if you need it, please use it."
Zuzi clapped her hands and praised, "Xiao Yang is very good."
Next to her, Bao Gucheng gave Wei Yang a cold glance, thinking, how is this guy any good when he interrupted my moment earlier?!
Wei Yang shrank back with a bitter face, feeling swayed and tormented between fire and ice!
But this honest man understood well enough that as long as Miss Xi is happy, Mr. Bo won’t make a fuss, right?
Oh dear, from now on he wants to be Miss Xi’s loyal sidekick!
With the Lotus Leaf Dew in hand, Zuzi speeded up her movements.
She applied the dew on Xi Rubao’s forehead while mumbling to herself: "These days the lotus roots grow so ugly, and the taste is quite bland. Let Ancestor think, how many years did it last when the body was made for Little Nezha? Hmm, this time using it on little grass carp, it should last for a hundred years, right?"
Zuzi’s slow, soft words weren’t heard very clearly by everyone.
But words like "Nezha," "grass carp," and "a hundred years" vaguely reached the ears of those present.
Except for Bao Gucheng, who remained calm as usual, his gaze fond and indulgent as he watched Zuzi, everyone else was inwardly shaken, their eyes nearly popping out.
Almost stuttering aloud: Dear young Ancestor, surely you haven’t watched too many cartoons and plan to use lotus roots like the Guanyin Bodhisattva to heal bones and save lives, right?
Little girl, wake up, that’s mythology, a deception!
Constrained by Bao Gucheng’s imposing presence, everyone’s astonishment could only be murmured internally.
However.
Zuzi seemed to know exactly what they were thinking, while playing with the lotus roots on the surgical table, she remarked seriously without looking back, "You misunderstood, Little Nezha may be a disciple under Guanyin Bodhisattva, but the method of using little lotus roots to heal and save lives back then was devised by the Ancestor, you know."
A group of elderly men keen on medical science and atheism: "..."
Who are we, where are we, what are we doing!
The shock hadn’t subsided when Zuzi clapped her hands and smiled: "Done!"
At the same time, the nurse, who had been monitoring the instruments, excitedly reported, "The patient’s vital signs are improving! Oh my, the patient’s self-healing ability is so strong, there’s signs of healing in the fractured area, and the bleeding internal wounds are starting to clot!"
A group of old men rushed incredulously to the monitoring equipment, all they wanted now was to shake the machine, to see if it had gone haywire.
Unable to resist, they voiced their soul-searching questions:
"This is impossible, if a piece of lotus root could cure ailments, all doctors around the world would be out of a job."
"How did you manage to get those lotus roots into a human body? And how could they fuse with flesh and blood? It’s not scientific, it’s absolutely impossible."
"How did the bleeding stop? Though lotus roots have hemostatic properties, it’s minimal!"