Urban Supreme Divine Doctor

"Then please treat my mother quickly," Su Mengli urged impatiently.

Ye Wutian spoke unhurriedly, "Since your mother-in-law has been brain dead for an extended period, the process of repairing those deteriorated brain cells will also require a relatively long treatment process. I'm not certain about the specific recovery speed, but I can prioritize certain functionalities according to your needs, such as vision, hearing, or even breathing, excretion, swallowing, and other functions."

Jiang Senhui was dumbfounded upon hearing this. The very notion of awakening a patient with irreversible brain damage was unthinkable, let alone selectively restoring different functions like a machine as needed.

"This, this is impossible," Jiang Senhui said, shaking his head in denial, because Ye Wutian's statement not only overturned Jiang Senhui's personal beliefs but also completely subverted the world's research findings on brain death over the past forty years or so.

"Then, let's start by restoring my mother's vision," Su Mengli hesitated for a while before deciding. She hoped that her mother could open her eyes as soon as possible.

"No problem," Ye Wutian agreed easily and then instructed the nurse, "Sister nurse, please help me get some silver needles."

"Oh!" The nurse nodded mechanically, like Jiang Senhui, she too was stunned by Ye Wutian's words.

There were indeed a few successful cases of treating comatose patients with acupuncture in the country, but as for curing brain death with acupuncture, that was unheard of. Perhaps no one was foolish enough to attempt treating such irreversible damage.

The ward was very quiet, with everyone's expressions varying. Ye Wutian was as calm as ever, Su Mengli and Hu Xue'er both looked overjoyed, Jiang Senhui was naturally shocked and skeptical, and as for Su Zhiyuan, his emotions were quite complex. Perhaps whether his wife could wake up or not was no longer important to him, and what he was most worried about now was, if his wife really did wake up, what he would use to coerce his daughter into marrying Zheng Jian.

It wasn't long before the nurse returned, breathlessly, with a metal needle box in her hand.

After receiving the needle box, Ye Wutian instructed Su Mengli to prop up Feng Shulan.

Once ready, Ye Wutian opened the needle box, and with a flick of his right hand, four silver needles were already clamped between the gaps of his five fingers.

The skillful method astonished the onlookers, and the nurse beside him even took in a breath of cold air in surprise.

Next, Ye Wutian's right hand moved quickly over Feng Shulan's head, and in just the blink of an eye, all four silver needles were inserted into Feng Shulan's head, two in the Wind Mansion and Mute Gate acupoints at the back of the head, and the other two in the Baihui Point and the Central Vertex Line.

Although Jiang Senhui was a Western doctor, he also had some understanding of Chinese acupuncture, especially in relation to neurosurgery, so he knew that Ye Wutian's application of the needles was in the commonly used acupoints for treating coma patients in acupuncture therapy. However, what followed next, he couldn't understand at all.

Ye Wutian then took out four more silver needles and inserted them into several major acupoints along the Governing Vessel.

Ye Wutian's swift actions worried Su Zhiyuan, Su Mengli, and Hu Xue'er. Although they didn't understand medical theories, they had seen acupuncture before. The doctors they witnessed would usually locate the acupoints precisely before inserting the needles gently. None would insert needles haphazardly like Ye Wutian did.

However, the nurse next to them knew very well that Ye Wutian's needling was not random. Even though she didn't understand why he would insert needles at those locations, at least every needle was accurately placed on specific acupoints. Ye Wutian's rapid and precise needling technique had left the nurse dumbfounded. If Ye Wutian had seen her adorable and stunned expression, he would surely have taken advantage and stolen a kiss.

After completing the needling, Ye Wutian's hands didn't stop moving, but instead flitted between all the silver needles at lightning speed. Upon reaching each silver needle, he would gently twist it and infuse a strand of True Qi into it.

In fact, Emperor Xuanyuan's "Ling Shu" covers both the Spirit Pivot Acupuncture Classic and the Spirit Pivot Heart Technique. The original intent was to integrate acupuncture with True Qi, creating a therapy that uses needles as the medium and Qi as the support. As the saying goes, "Practicing acupuncture without Qigong is a waste of the doctor's efforts and the patient's endurance."

Now, strands of True Qi entered Feng Shulan's brain through the silver needles, stimulating the deteriorating brain cells and aiding in their repair.

This process lasted nearly half an hour. Ye Wutian's forehead was covered with fine beads of sweat. He focused all his attention on the treatment, knowing well that the tips of the silver needles had pierced into the skull, barely a millimeter from Feng Shulan's cerebral cortex. Any slight error could cause permanent physical damage to Feng Shulan's brain.

Su Mengli, who was supporting Feng Shulan, unconsciously shifted her gaze to Ye Wutian's face. In her eyes, Ye Wutian now exhibited the true demeanor of a medical practitioner, a stark contrast to the greasy and slick image he had before.

The handsome face, the solemn expression, it was like a warrior immersed in a battlefield. That resolute gaze, the towering stature; everything about him moved Su Mengli's heart, immersing her in admiration.

While Su Mengli was captivated, Ye Wutian suddenly spoke up, "I know I'm handsome, but you don't have to stare at me like that, do you?" His words instantly demolished the favorable image he had just built in Su Mengli's mind.

Su Mengli's cheeks flushed with embarrassment, and she rapidly averted her gaze from Ye Wutian's face. Yet, at that moment, she suddenly noticed her mother's fingers twitching.

Overjoyed, Su Mengli eagerly called out to Feng Shulan, "Mom! Wake up, it's Mengli speaking."

Under the astonished gaze of five pairs of eyes, Feng Shulan slowly opened her eyes.

She had actually awakened. Jiang Senhui staggered, feeling his head buzzing.

"Mom! Mom, you finally woke up..." Su Mengli cried tears of joy. Five years of hardship seemed to spill out in that moment. Her mother waking up today was the result of her unwavering efforts over five years. If she had given up early on, how could she have encountered Ye Wutian today?

"Mengli!" Seeing her daughter safe and sound in front of her, Feng Shulan was also extremely moved, as her memory still lingered on the day of the car accident.

At that moment, Feng Shulan was able to speak and move almost like someone about to recover, which filled Su Mengli with amazement. However, the next words from Ye Wutian doused her with cold water.