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Days later, sunlight streamed through the somewhat old window frames of the clinic, casting a warm glow on Su Mu, who was busy organizing the medicinal herbs.
Dressed in a long white robe, he focused intently on sorting and arranging various herbs, a light 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 at the entrance 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. The family members beside her 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!"
Her voice trembled noticeably, tears welling in her eyes, nearly spilling over.
As she spoke, she carefully handed the infant to Su Mu.
Su Mu quickly reached out to take the child. 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. The intermittent cries 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, nearly nonexistent.
Next, he checked the baby's temperature and found it to be significantly lower than normal.
Faced with such a critical situation, Su Mu's forehead gradually broke out in a cold sweat.
At that moment, hearing the commotion, Su Mu's parents hurried over.
Upon seeing the situation, the two of them immediately joined in the effort to treat the baby without a word.
After careful observation and discussion, Su Mu's father slowly spoke up, "In my opinion, this child seems to have been attacked by some kind of cold evil, causing a blockage in the flow 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 was just born a few days ago; how could it be so severely affected by cold energy?"
This question weighed heavily on everyone's hearts like an enormous mountain, making it difficult for them to breathe.
In an instant, the entire room fell silent, and everyone sank into deep contemplation as if time had frozen at that moment.
Su Mu furrowed her brows tightly, beads of sweat even forming on her forehead.
Suddenly, it seemed as if he had recalled something important, and a passage from the "Heavenly Secrets Medical Codex" flashed through his mind—one that described a peculiar ailment 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 condition was exceedingly rare, typically arising when a pregnant woman inadvertently came into contact with something extremely cold and yin during her pregnancy. The cold energy would then quietly seep into the fetus, remaining dormant until the child was born.
Only after the child’s birth would the symptoms begin to manifest.
"Could it really be 'Xuanming Cold Poison'?" Su Mu murmured to himself. Although his voice was soft, it clearly reached the ears of everyone present.
Upon hearing this, his parents were both taken aback in shock.
After all, "Xuanming Cold Poison" was an ailment 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 Codex," the only way to cure this terrifying disease was to find a precious herb called "Chiyang Grass."
However, this herb was exceedingly rare, and there was no way they could find it in their current location!
"Alas! But the 'Heavenly Secrets Medical Codex' clearly states that only 'Chiyang 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 flipped open 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 on the page: "Chiyang Grass can be replaced with a substance of pure Yang, supplemented by the Pure Yang Needle Technique, and it may also be effective."
A substance of pure Yang?
A flash of inspiration struck Su Mu 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 Chiyang 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, swiftly gathering 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.
At that moment, the clinic was filled with a rich aroma of mugwort, creating a faint mist in the air.
Su Mu focused intently, holding his breath, afraid to make even the slightest sound that might disrupt the entire treatment process.
His eyes were fixed intently on the infant before him, while 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 baby's previously pale face began to flush with color, blooming like the first peach blossoms of spring;
the weak breaths transformed into steady and powerful inhales, as if the long-dormant life was slowly awakening.
Finally, after a tense and prolonged wait, the baby suddenly opened its mouth wide and let out a clear, resounding cry.
This cry was like a heavenly melody, 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 sound, and they let out a long sigh of relief.
The mother was especially overwhelmed with emotion; she grasped Su Mu'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 wouldn't know what I would have done..."
Standing nearby, Su Mu's parents wore expressions of relief and pride. They looked at their son, focused and earnest in his work, filled with admiration and pride.
In that moment, Su Mu not only saved a new life but also became an undeniable hero in the hearts of his entire family.
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