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Several days later, sunlight streamed through the slightly worn windows of the clinic, illuminating Su Mu as he organized the herbs.
Dressed in a white long robe, he focused intently on sorting and arranging various medicinal ingredients, a thin sheen of sweat forming on his forehead.
Suddenly, a series of urgent and heavy knocks echoed from outside the door, striking a chord in Su Mu's heart and causing him to tense up.
He paused his work and quickly walked to the door, pulling it open with a swift motion.
Standing before him were the woman who had visited the clinic a few days prior, along with her family, tightly cradling a small infant in their arms.
The woman’s face was as pale as paper, her eyes filled with fear and helplessness. Her family members wore expressions of panic, their lips trembling as if they wanted to say something but didn’t know where to begin.
"Doctor Su, please, you have to save my child! He... he seems unwell!"
The woman's voice trembled noticeably, tears welling in her eyes, threatening to spill over.
As she spoke, she carefully handed the infant over to Su Mu.
Su Mu hurriedly reached out to take the child, and when his gaze fell upon the baby’s bluish face, his heart sank.
The tiny infant had tightly shut eyes and furrowed brows; its breathing was alarmingly rapid and weak, with intermittent cries that sounded like a flickering candle in the wind—ready to extinguish at any moment.
Without a moment's hesitation, Su Mu began a thorough examination of the baby.
He first gently touched the baby's pulse, only to feel its heartbeat was extremely weak, almost nonexistent.
Next, he checked the baby's body temperature and found it to be significantly lower than normal.
Faced with such a critical situation, Su Mu's forehead began to bead with cold sweat.
At that moment, hearing the commotion, Su Mu's parents hurried over.
Seeing the situation, the two of them immediately joined in the effort to treat the baby without a word.
After a careful observation and discussion, Su Mu's father slowly spoke up, "In my opinion, this child seems to have been invaded by some kind of cold evil, causing a stagnation of qi and blood."
Having said that, he looked at Su Mu and her mother, waiting for their opinions.
Su Mu's mother pondered for a moment before nodding in agreement with her husband's assessment.
However, she also asked with a heart full of confusion, "But this child has only just been born for a few days; how could it suffer such severe cold damage?"
This question weighed heavily on everyone's hearts like an enormous mountain, making it difficult for them to breathe.
In an instant, the room fell silent, and everyone sank into deep thought as if time had frozen at that moment.
Su Mu furrowed her brow tightly, and even beads of fine sweat began to form on her forehead.
Suddenly, it seemed as if he had recalled something important, and a passage from the "Heavenly Secrets Medical Manual" flashed through his mind—one that described a peculiar illness known as "Xuanming Cold Poison."
At that moment, the symptoms displayed by the infant before him were strikingly similar to those recorded in the book regarding "Xuanming Cold Poison."
It was known that this illness was extremely rare, typically occurring when a pregnant woman inadvertently came into contact with something profoundly cold and yin during her pregnancy. The cold energy would then silently infiltrate the fetus and remain dormant within.
Only after the child was born would the symptoms of this illness begin to manifest.
"Could it really be 'Xuanming Cold Poison'?" Su Mu murmured to himself. Though his voice was low, it clearly reached the ears of everyone present.
Upon hearing this, his parents were both taken aback.
After all, "Xuanming Cold Poison" was an illness so rare and mysterious that even they had only heard legends about it.
What made matters even more complicated was that according to the records in the "Heavenly Secrets Medical Manual," curing this dreadful disease required finding a precious herb called "Chi Yang Grass."
However, such a herb was exceedingly rare, and there was no way they could find it in their current location!
"Alas! But the 'Heavenly Secrets Medical Manual' clearly states that only 'Chi Yang Grass' can cure 'Xuanming Cold Poison.' Where on earth can we find it?" Su Mu's mother sighed with a worried expression.
Her once bright eyes were now clouded with worry, clearly believing every word her son had said.
Su Mu opened the "Heavenly Secrets Medical Manual," carefully studying the entries on Xuanming Cold Poison, hoping to find alternative solutions.
Suddenly, his gaze landed on a line of small text: "Chi Yang Grass can be substituted with a substance of pure Yang, complemented by the Pure Yang Needle Technique, and it may also be effective."
A substance of pure Yang?
A spark of inspiration flashed in Su Mu's mind as he recalled a special moxibustion therapy his grandfather had mentioned.
Combined with the Pure Yang Needle Technique from the "Heavenly Secrets Medical Manual," it might serve as a substitute for Chi Yang Grass to treat Xuanming Cold Poison!
Time was slipping away like sand through an hourglass, each second crucial for Su Mu.
He knew he could not afford to delay, so he acted without hesitation, quickly preparing all the materials needed for moxibustion.
Once everything was ready, Su Mu took a deep breath to calm himself and began to perform the Pure Yang Needle Technique according to the detailed instructions in the ancient "Heavenly Secrets Medical Manual."
The silver needles in his hands moved like agile fish, accurately piercing the acupoints with skilled and gentle motions.
Inside the clinic, a rich aroma of mugwort filled the air, forming a faint mist around him.
Su Mu focused intently, holding his breath, afraid that even a slight mistake could disrupt the entire treatment process.
His eyes were fixed intently on the infant before him, yet his hands moved with unwavering precision, carefully controlling the depth and force of each needle.
As the Pure Yang Needle Technique continued, a miracle gradually unfolded. The infant's previously pale face began to flush with color, blooming like a peach blossom in early spring;
the weak breaths slowly transformed into steady and powerful ones, as if the long-dormant life was gently awakening.
Finally, after a tense and prolonged wait, the baby suddenly opened its mouth and let out a clear, resounding cry.
The sound was like music from the heavens, instantly shattering the heavy atmosphere in the clinic.
Everyone present felt as if a great weight had been lifted from their hearts upon hearing that cry, and they collectively exhaled in relief.
The mother was especially overwhelmed with emotion; she grasped Doctor Su's hand tightly with trembling fingers,
her eyes brimming with grateful tears as she choked out, "Thank you! Doctor Su, you truly saved my child's life!
If it weren't for your help, I honestly don't know what I would have done..."
Standing nearby, Su Mu's parents wore expressions of relief and pride. They looked at their son’s focused and earnest demeanor, filled with admiration and joy.
In that moment, Su Mu not only saved a new life but also became the undisputed hero in the hearts of his family.
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