Chapter Sixty-Two: Return from the Brink of Death

However, upon hearing Yan Yuanqing’s instructions, Yuan Hongyu immediately regained his composure and began to act as directed. This time, the amount of blood vomited was substantial—if it were an ordinary person, losing so much blood at once would warrant an immediate rush to the emergency room.

But for the girl who had already been declared dead, this blood had likely pooled somewhere in her body, stagnating for a long time, only now finally expelled. The Taiyi Divine Needle, placed near her heart, continued to glow, its radiance seeming to emit warmth, gradually restoring the girl’s body temperature.

At a certain moment, when the line on the nearby ECG monitor, which had been a flat straight line, suddenly began to fluctuate again, Yuan Hongyu was so shocked he covered his mouth, afraid his astonished cry might interrupt Yan Yuanqing’s efforts.

“A miracle—no, this is truly divine, Master! Even the most advanced modern medicine could not achieve what you have done. This is the revival of the dead, the healing of bones and flesh!” Yuan Hongyu was in utter awe of his master, unable to contain his admiration.

Yan Yuanqing chuckled. “Actually, the issue this young lady faced wasn’t as mysterious or complicated as you imagined. The situation was urgent, and her condition was extremely critical. The emergency staff simply didn’t have enough time or energy to find the real cause, and you arrived later—by then, she was likely already gone, wasn’t she?”

Yuan Hongyu nodded gently.

“Yes, I was at the Traditional Medicine Hall when the hospital suddenly reached out for help, so I hurried over, but by then it was too late.”

“I still have a few final steps to complete. You can go out now and reassure the patient’s family—but make sure they don’t get so excited they barge in again!”

“Yes, Master!”

After Yuan Hongyu left, Yan Yuanqing finally retrieved the Taiyi Divine Needle, whose glow now seemed faint and subdued. When first formed, it shone brilliantly, almost dazzling, but now its radiance was dim. The needle’s power had been greatly depleted, drawn from Yan Yuanqing himself, so he felt a weakness, as if something essential within him had been drained.

No hole or wound was left where the Taiyi Divine Needle had been placed. This was its greatest marvel: its energy could be precisely controlled, directed exactly where needed. Simply put, it was a vessel of pure energy—so long as the energy was contained, no harm would occur.

After a while, the ECG readings stabilized, and the girl’s face and lips regained a hint of vitality and color.

Yan Yuanqing checked once more to ensure nothing had been overlooked, then tidied up and stepped outside the ward.

Outside, a grand apology scene was unfolding, accompanied by expressions of gratitude so effusive the atmosphere was lively and chaotic. When Yan Yuanqing emerged, the fervor reached an unprecedented peak.

“Divine healer! Benefactor! You are my little sister’s savior—henceforth, you are as a parent reborn to me!”

Before Yan Yuanqing could even close the door behind him, his thigh was seized by someone. Looking down, Yan Yuanqing was both amused and helpless—a burly man, standing nearly six feet tall, was kneeling on the ground, nearly prostrate, clinging fiercely to Yan Yuanqing’s leg, tears streaming down his face.

The spectacle, combined with the man’s imposing figure, was strikingly incongruous, a stark contrast to his earlier demeanor.