After identifying the correct acupoint, she swiftly and precisely inserted the needles, her technique unmistakably the Thirteen Needles of the Ghost Doctor.
Feng Jin’s needling was incredibly fast. In a flash of silver light, several needles, each over ten centimeters long, were embedded in the old man’s acupoints.
After finishing, Feng Jin applied pressure to the acupoints with a unique technique. Within moments, the patient vomited a large amount of dark blood.
Feng Jin immediately used a knife to make small incisions on the patient’s fingers, toes, and earlobes. Black blood flowed out from these cuts.
Only when the blood flowing out turned red did she apply medicinal ointment to the wounds.
Feng Jin helped the patient drink the medicine and then stayed by their side, watching over them. The effectiveness of the acupuncture would only be known in three hours, determining life or death.
“Ah…” The patient cried out in surprise, clutching their stomach and struggling on the bed, their face contorted in agony.
Feng Jin quickly fed them more medicine to relieve the pain, asking, “How are you feeling now? Where does it hurt?”
“My stomach, my chest… it hurts so much…” The patient gasped for breath and then fainted.
“Wake up…” Feng Jin shook their body. Seeing that they still had a pulse, she immediately began performing CPR.
Feng Jin panted heavily, large beads of sweat dripping from her forehead, but she didn’t dare slacken. Only when the patient resumed proper breathing did Feng Jin finally sigh with relief, having pulled them back from the brink.
Leaning against the wall, Feng Jin’s body slowly slid to the floor. Her clothes were soaked through with sweat, and a chill ran through her as a breeze blew.
Feng Jin pushed herself up, supporting herself against the wall, and asked the soldiers outside to find her a clean set of clothes.
“Young Madam, the clothes are placed outside the door. There’s also a food box sent by the Young General.”
Ling Mohan… How did he get here? Hadn’t she told him to guard the camp and not come here? This guy was acting up again.
Feng Jin sighed. She had no time to reprimand Ling Mohan now. After the soldiers left, Feng Jin put on her mask and brought the items left at the door inside.
Her clothes were damp and clinging uncomfortably to her skin. As soon as she got the clean clothes, Feng Jin quickly changed.
It was then that she noticed the food box sent by Ling Mohan. The moment she opened it, the aroma of the food wafted towards her. Although she had lost her appetite, she couldn't resist the temptation and ate a few bites.
At the bottom of the food box were her favorite pastries. Feng Jin picked one up and took a gentle bite, the sweet aroma spreading through her mouth.
When one is tired, sweet food is the best way to replenish energy. Feng Jin ate several pieces and then shared the remaining pastries with Yunyun and Xiaoniang.
“Madam, these pastries are truly delicious. This is the first time I’ve ever eaten them.”
Yunyun held the pastries in her hands, reluctant to even take a bite. In her life, she had never seen such exquisite, beautiful, and delicious pastries. How she wished she could take them home for her mother and younger siblings to eat.
“Madam, may I take the pastries home? My mother loves sweets the most… but ever since my father passed away, Mother hasn’t had any pastries.”
The last half of her sentence was spoken in a very soft voice, and Yunyun unconsciously lowered her head.
After her father’s death, her mother had worked herself to death, raising the three of them alone, and had fallen ill. She was reluctant to even buy medicine, let alone pastries.
“These are for you to eat. When this plague is over, I’ll make even better pastries and bring them home for your mother to eat.”
Yunyun’s eyes lit up instantly. “Thank you, Madam. Madam, you are truly a great person. The Bodhisattva will surely bless Madam with safety and happiness.”
Madam is truly the best person in this world, beautiful and kind-hearted.
“You have a sweet tongue. Listening to you speak, you’re so eloquent, completely unlike a country girl. Have you studied before?”
The more Feng Jin looked at Yunyun, the more she noticed her composure and polite way of speaking, which was nothing like that of a common village girl. She seemed more like a young lady from a scholarly family.
“Madam, you don’t know, Yunyun’s father was the teacher for our entire village. He taught us children for free. It’s a pity that year, when there was a flood, the teacher was swept away by the water while saving people.”
Xiaoniang said regretfully, lowering her head mournfully. Ever since the teacher left, no one had taught them to read anymore.
“I’m sorry, Yunyun. I brought up a sad memory for you. Your father was a great hero who sacrificed his life saving others. You should keep his heroic deeds in your heart and always be proud of him, taking him as your role model.”
Feng Jin patted Yunyun’s shoulder, her words encouraging.
“I understand, Madam. My father was a great hero, and I also want to help more people to the best of my ability, just like my father.”
Yunyun’s young face was filled with brilliance, a reflection of her admiration for her father and her unwavering belief.
“I also want to help more people with you. That’s the only way to be worthy of the teacher’s teachings.”
Feng Jin smiled as she looked at the two girls. Although they were girls and young, they bore their burdens with their delicate shoulders.
“Madam, do you think this plague can really be cured? Will I be able to leave here alive?”
Feng Jin’s heart was deeply touched. She reached out and embraced them both. They were only fifteen or sixteen years old, in her time they would be nestled in their parents’ arms, enjoying the most beautiful moments of their lives.
Now, they had to endure so much hardship, with death looming over them at any moment.
“We will definitely cure the plague. Everyone will leave here alive, and life will get better in the future.”
“Madam, your medical skills are so amazing, I believe you can definitely cure everyone.”
Yunyun’s eyes were filled with unwavering determination, and more so, with trust in Feng Jin.
“I will definitely work hard to cure everyone, don’t worry.” Feng Jin was also moved by the atmosphere, a smile on her lips.
The next morning, the patients treated by Feng Jin’s acupuncture began to gradually improve.
“Grandma, are you feeling unwell anywhere?”
“I feel much better than yesterday. Yesterday I couldn’t breathe at all, but today my breathing is much smoother, and I feel a little stronger.”
The old woman’s face showed a long-lost smile. She had suffered from the pain of the illness for so many days, feeling worse than death each day. Today, she finally felt a significant relief.
The other patients in the room, seeing the improvement in the old woman’s condition, felt a surge of hope, believing their own illnesses could also improve.
Her pulse and diagnosis indicated she was much better than yesterday. It seemed her approach was correct; acupuncture could indeed treat the plague.
Feng Jin then followed the same method to treat two other critically ill patients.
As expected, both showed significant improvement.
Having found the correct treatment method, Feng Jin finally revealed her first smile in many days.