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Chapter 160 - 0158 Miracle in the history of medicine

Chapter 160: 0158 Miracle in the history of medicine

"It’s simply unbelievable, all the cancer cells have miraculously disappeared, how on earth was this achieved?"

The doctor who had previously examined Shangguan Hong showed an astonished expression. When he had checked Shangguan Hong’s body before, he found that the cancer cells had begun to spread and had transitioned from early to late-stage development, which caused his condition to become critical.

However, this time, when he re-examined Shangguan Hong’s body for cancer cells using the instruments, he was shocked to discover that the advanced cancer cells had completely disappeared, leaving only some cancer cell factors that did not affect his health.

He checked several times over, and the results were the same each time, Shangguan Hong had been freed from the torment of cancer cells, pulling him back from the brink of death.

Shangguan Kun only believed that Ye Qiu had truly cured his father after hearing what the authoritative expert said.

The expert wanted to understand how the cancer cells were eliminated, or who had solved this problem. He was curious about it, but unfortunately, Shangguan Kun dismissed him in just a few words. Matters of the Shangguan family were not for outsiders to dig into.

"The old master’s illness is no longer a cause for concern," Shangguan Kun told everyone.

Shangguan Peng, Shangguan Shu, and their cousins all showed signs of joy, which meant that their Shangguan family still had hope to maintain their original status.

Shangguan Peng glanced at Ye Qiu, who was still sitting cross-legged to one side, and praised, "His medical skills are indeed remarkable. No wonder he dares to talk back to my big brother, an interesting young man."

If other people heard the super-rich Shangguan Peng praising someone, that person’s name would instantly become well-known in the business circles.

Since the old master was resting, everyone else was driven out of the room by Shangguan Kun, leaving only Shangguan Hong behind to take care of their father.

In fact, Ye Qiu had not expended much True Qi this time. The reason he continued to sit in place was mainly that he drank the remaining portion of the medicinal soup that he had prepared for Shangguan Hong.

Others might not understand the value of this medicinal soup, but how could Ye Qiu not? Especially since he had given Shangguan Dao the gold-level earth dragon bone to use for making the medicine, which greatly enhanced the potency of the soup.

The gold-level earth dragon bone, having grown for well over three hundred years, wouldn’t have developed into a small forest-like cluster of various-sized branches otherwise. Its value was by no means inferior to that of ginseng that had grown for a thousand years.

After Ye Qiu had finished applying the thirty-six needles of Hua Tuo, he had actually begun changing the cancer cells. Cancer cells can grow and proliferate indefinitely, making them very difficult to eliminate.

Even with the thirty-six needles of Hua Tuo, changing all the cancer cells in the body was not an easy task.

Luckily, Ye Qiu’s True Qi had reached the stage of Wishful True Qi. He channeled his True Qi through the silver needles into Shangguan Hong’s body. This True Qi maintained a faint connection with Ye Qiu, and as he willed it to change shape, it surrounded the areas infected with cancer cells, eroding them with True Qi. During this process, Ye Qiu had to use a large amount of True Qi and expend considerable mental effort to succeed.

Finally, he used a highly nutritious medicinal concoction to replenish the body and, with the guidance of True Qi, promoted absorption in Shangguan Hong, enhancing the growth of cancer-suppressing genes and thoroughly eradicating and stabilizing the disease.

Shangguan Dao brought in a small pot of the painstakingly prepared medicinal soup, of which Shangguan Hong could drink at most one-third. The remaining two-thirds went into Ye Qiu’s stomach.

He did not want to waste the precious soup, especially since it contained the potency of the earth dragon bone. Therefore, after drinking it, Ye Qiu immediately digested this potent medicinal effect.

Unlike Shangguan Hong, who, even with Ye Qiu’s help, absorbed only a small part of the medicinal effect, the rest of the considerable potency remained in Shangguan Hong’s body, slowly taking effect.

Frankly speaking, after drinking the soup, Shangguan Hong would easily live to a hundred years old once all the medicinal effects were absorbed. His physical strength would also be comparable to that of a younger person.

However, Shangguan Hong ultimately could not absorb all the medicinal effects of the soup, resulting in a significant loss and reduced impact. But Ye Qiu was different; as soon as the soup entered his stomach, the medicinal power erupted immediately.

It was as if a fire was burning in the Dantian.

Ye Qiu could feel the medicinal power coursing through him like a raging torrent. He wrapped it with True Qi and gradually absorbed the medicinal power. This energy was akin to the ethereal Spiritual Energy in nature, containing a formidable force. Even when guarded with True Qi, it was prone to escape.

Thus, for a full five hours, Ye Qiu sat in meditation to absorb all the medicinal power, transforming it into his own strength and replenishing the expended True Qi as well.

Ye Qiu opened his eyes and realized he was still at Old Master Shangguan’s place. Glancing over at the bed, he saw Shangguan Hong lying beside her grandfather, having fallen asleep while keeping watch.

Ye Qiu stood up, took off his clothes, and draped them over Shangguan Hong, gazing at the woman asleep before him.

Looking at Shangguan Hong’s face as she slept, Ye Qiu was slightly lost in thought; even the mature Shangguan Hong had her adorable side.

That pouting mouth while she slept; such a scene was probably a rare chance to witness.

At that time, in a side room not far from Old Master Shangguan’s bedroom in the Shangguan household, Shangguan Mingyue reviewed the text and images she had prepared. Once satisfied, she clicked confirm and posted an article she had written herself onto the internet.

"A magical man, conquering death with the art of Traditional Chinese Medicine."

The eye-catching title, along with detailed descriptions, pictures, and the allure of a miracle, led to the rapid dissemination of the article by various websites.

It even caught the attention of medical experts abroad.

The notion that ancient Chinese medicine had solved the seemingly insurmountable problem of cancer spread like wildfire across the globe, causing waves in the medical community.

If the article were true, it would mean that cancer could be treated without chemotherapy or a plethora of Western medicine, using only a set of silver needles and a simple herbal concoction. That would indeed be a miracle.

It would appear that even Western medicine might fall short.

However, Western medical pundits quickly scoffed, calling it utter nonsense that only fools would believe, looking down on it entirely, while only a few old Traditional Chinese Medicine practitioners pondered over the detailed treatment explanations with a thoughtful demeanor.

The next day, the article made the headlines of newspapers and was reported by some media outlets.

In an ordinary residential area in ZS city, inside a modest sixty square meter house, Chu’s mother had prepared a table full of food.

Chu Yao, still sleepy, awoke from her nap and walked over to the dining table, casually turning on the TV.

As Chu’s mother served Chu Yao rice, she said, "Yao, how are things with Ye Qiu? Honestly, I wouldn’t mind if you two got together. I’ve come around. You’re an adult now, a university student. I can’t stop you from dating. If you like Ye Qiu, go after him. It’s not shameful for a woman to take the initiative when it comes to a good man."

Chu Yao didn’t take the bowl of rice her mother was passing to her, and seemed to be ignoring her words, focusing intently on the TV.

"While we cannot confirm whether the claims made by the author of this article are true, they undoubtedly bring hope to those suffering from malignant tumors."

"We anticipate the author’s next article with hopes of more convincing data."

"The photograph above is a profile shot of the man described by the author as the healer. If anyone recognizes this man, please contact our station. We hope to help more people with cancer get the treatment they need. Our telephone number is 888... "

"It’s him!"

"It must be him!" Chu Yao, staring at the profile picture on the TV, spoke with utmost certainty, murmuring to herself.

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