Many eyes suddenly fell on Xin Lin, so suspicious, so confused, but most were incredulous.
"Her?"
Huang Xuerou’s mother looked troubled.
This divine doctor was, after all, too young.
And she’s Xuerou’s classmate, isn’t she just a child?
"Xuerou, what’s going on? It’s already such a critical ti, yet you’re fooling around."
An older man in his thirties scolded.
"Uncle, Xin Lin’s dical skills are remarkable. Her father is Chu Beiqing."
Huang Xuerou replied unsatisfied.
She had great confidence in Xin Lin’s dical skills. Earlier, Zuo Mingshang, Lu Yuan, and those injured spiritual practitioners from the Spirit Institute, were all healed by Xin Lin.
"Chu Beiqing’s daughter? The top scorer in this year’s Zixiao Palace Exam?"
By the bedside, an old woman with graying hair raised her head.
"That’s , junior."
Xin Lin bowed respectfully.
"Mother, don’t be confused. The exam is the exam, but healing is another matter. Even the best doctors in the city have no solution for Dad’s injuries."
The man replied dissatisfied.
Mr. Huang’s injuries were severe, with unstoppable bleeding, and it was said that even if healed, he would be la. With such grave injuries, what could a child understand?
"Old sir, regardless of whether I can treat it or not. Apart from , is there anyone who can heal Mr. Huang?"
Xin Lin glanced at the man.
The man was speechless, looking again at the renowned doctors invited from the city.
All those doctors shook their heads repeatedly, saying:
"Mr. Huang is losing too much blood and cannot be needled."
"Mr. Huang’s flesh and blood couldn’t hold the dicine."
"Mr. Huang needs to eat first to regain strength, but he simply can’t swallow food or dicine."
"If that’s the case, then no one can treat him. Either you watch Mr. Huang bleed to death, or let treat him."
Xin Lin had a determined face.
The others were silent for a mont.
"Let her treat."
In a critical mont, it was the Grand Dowager Huang who spoke, waving her hand, signaling Xin Lin to co forward.
Xin Lin stepped forward to take the pulse without imdiately using needles.
Mr. Huang’s injuries were indeed troubleso.
As the other doctors said, if he were directly needled, the circulation of qi and blood might not be supported by his strength.
But with dication, given his weakness, the dicinal power might be too much to bear.
"Before the punishnt, was the old gentleman injured?"
Xin Lin asked.
"He was once attacked by a Fifth Grade Dark Spiritual Beast."
Grand Dowager Huang replied.
"No wonder, it’s injury upon injury, and those who tortured him were truly vicious, intending to beat him to death."
Xin Lin pondered.
"It was the Third Prince Long Qingchen, angry that my grandfather did not produce the spiritual food he demanded, losing face for him and the Royal family."
Huang Xuerou said through gritted teeth.
"Rouer, don’t speak recklessly."
Grand Dowager Huang warned.
Huang Xuerou, feeling wronged, fell silent at the side.
Xin Lin ordered soone to bring over a bowl, took out a piece of Golden Honey, and then poured so Jade Pure Spring, creating a bowl of Golden Honey Water.
"What is that?"
Grand Dowager Huang looked puzzled.
"My unique spiritual dicine."
As Xin Lin spoke, that uncle from the Huang family sneered.
Just a bowl of honey water, rely a charlatan’s trick.
No spiritual dicine has worked, let alone an ordinary bowl of honey water.
Xin Lin had soone help Mr. Huang up, feeding him mouthfuls of the honey water with a spoon.
With a few mouthfuls of honey water, Mr. Huang’s breathing beca stronger, and there was a bit more color on his face.
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