The patient with three major critical conditions was a difficult case.

Professor Yamada had stated there was nothing he could do.

Suddenly, a cry of anguish erupted from the entrance of the emergency room.

"No, you can’t give up! I’m begging you, please save her!"

A well-dressed middle-aged couple rushed in. Though their faces were stained with tears, they still carried an air of distinction.

They were the patient’s parents.

"We heard the City Hospital of Traditional Chinese Medicine has a Divine Physician, and that an international team of experts was visiting for a conference these past couple of days. That’s why we specifically brought Yaya here."

The middle-aged man said anxiously, "If we were just looking for conventional Western medicine, we would have gone to the Provincial First Hospital or to the Capital City long ago. We came specifically for traditional Chinese medicine and for the experts."

"Please, I beg you, think of something else. It doesn’t matter how much it costs—whether it’s imported drugs or some folk remedy—as long as you can save Yaya, we’re willing to pay any price."

The woman was crying so hard she was on the verge of fainting, her eyes fixed on her daughter on the hospital bed.

Li Xu stood to the side, watching the scene, a slight stir in his heart.

’They knew the international conference was at the City Hospital of Traditional Chinese Medicine at this exact moment, and they were able to rush directly into the emergency room. Clearly, they’re not ordinary people.’

’And from their clothes and the way they speak, they must be either rich or powerful.’

Just then, Dean Song walked over to Li Xu and said in a low voice, "Doctor Li, this gentleman is a leader from the neighboring city. They came all this way just for this. Please, take another look and see if there’s anything else that can be done."

Li Xu nodded slightly, indicating he understood.

But Li Xu was troubled. Although his medical skills were advancing at lightning speed, and he had just put on a big show in front of Professor Yamada that morning, it didn’t mean he could actually bring the dead back to life.

The patient’s condition was just too difficult.

If it were simply a heart condition or a tumor, there might have been a way.

But with all three intertwined, it was like a tangled mess of string; one wrong move could unravel everything.

’Without enough intel to back me up, I’m not confident I can cure her.’

However, it wasn’t as if he was completely out of options.

’I can extend her life for a few days and wait for the intel.’

’If there’s still hope for a cure, the system will definitely provide the relevant treatment intel.’

’So how do I extend her life?’

Li Xu already had a plan in mind.

"I have a way to keep her alive."

Li Xu spoke. His voice wasn’t loud, but in the noisy emergency room, it was exceptionally clear.

Everyone fell silent, staring at him in disbelief.

Professor Yamada’s eyes widened. "Keep her alive? In this condition? How is that possible?"

Li Xu ignored the skepticism and looked at the couple, saying calmly, "But I have to be upfront with you. My current method can only keep her alive for three days at most."

"Three days?" The patient’s father looked as if he were clutching at a final straw of hope. "Three days is fine! As long as she’s alive, there’s hope."

His family had considerable influence.

Given time, they could summon international doctors.

"During these three days, I will try to research a more advanced treatment plan. If I still have no solution after three days, then the only options are... to transfer her to another hospital or prepare for the worst."

Li Xu was being honest. "However, the method to keep her alive uses extremely rare medicinal ingredients, so the cost is a bit high."

"Money is not an issue." The patient’s mother wiped away a tear and said emotionally, "As long as you can save Yaya, we’re willing to go bankrupt. Doctor, please, I’m begging you, start now."

Their family had been in business for many years and had a net worth in the tens of billions.

Forget hundreds of thousands; for their only daughter’s life, they wouldn’t even blink at spending millions or tens of millions.

Li Xu nodded. "You won’t have to go bankrupt. It’ll be around a few hundred thousand. It’s mainly due to some special medicinal ingredients."

"No problem, I’ll transfer the money right now."

The patient’s mother reached for her phone.

"Save her first. We can talk about the money later."

Li Xu waved his hand dismissively and made a call to Song Sisi. "Bring one An Gong Bezoar Pill from the clinic, and also scrape some Sandalwood Fragrance."

He didn’t try to hide his phone call from anyone.

Professor Yamada and the rest of the visiting delegation all heard him.

They all frowned.

Professor Yamada, in particular, had been practicing medicine for over thirty years and had never seen anyone dare to claim they could keep a patient alive for three days in a state of cardiac tamponade combined with cardiogenic shock.

In his opinion, even with an injection of cardiotonics and the use of ECMO (Extracorporeal Membrane Oxygenation) at this stage, they could at most maintain vital signs for a few hours, or perhaps only a few dozen minutes, and the patient would suffer immensely.

And yet Li Xu was confident he could maintain her for three days?

It was utterly preposterous.

And based on the phone call, he was planning to use an An Gong Bezoar Pill and Sandalwood Fragrance.

"Dr. Li, you’re going to use an An Gong Bezoar Pill?"

Professor Yamada couldn’t help but ask.

As a Kanpo expert, Professor Yamada was naturally familiar with the An Gong Bezoar Pill.

It was the foremost of the "Three Treasures of Febrile Diseases" in traditional Chinese medicine, renowned for "rescuing critical cases in an instant and pulling the dying back from the brink in a moment."

But... Professor Yamada questioned him, "As far as I know, the An Gong Bezoar Pill is indeed miraculously effective for high fever convulsions and stroke-induced comas. But this patient is suffering from cardiogenic shock caused by cardiac tamponade, compounded by severe tumor compression. This is a mix of ’collapse syndrome’ and ’closed syndrome.’ Furthermore, the An Gong Bezoar Pills made today..."

Professor Yamada paused, not wanting to be too blunt.

Since 1993, due to the implementation of animal protection laws, rhinoceros horn has been banned. Its place in the formula was taken by Buffalo Horn, and Natural Bezoar was replaced with Artificial Bezoar.

The modern An Gong Bezoar Pill is just an ordinary fever-reducing and detoxifying medicine; its effectiveness has been greatly diminished.

It might be fine for treating a common acute illness, but to rely on it to reverse a near-death state of multi-organ failure?

That was a complete fantasy.

"And the Sandalwood Fragrance..."

Professor Yamada continued, "Rosewood does indeed have pain-relieving, hemostatic, and qi-and-blood-regulating effects, but that’s merely a supportive role in TCM theory. The patient is severely depressed, unconscious, and barely breathing. What good can burning incense do? Are you planning to save her life through her sense of smell?"

Li Xu didn’t argue, simply stating faintly, "Medicines have their different grades, and incenses are divided between the mundane and the divine. Professor Yamada, some things must be seen to be believed."

As he spoke, the emergency room door was pushed open, and a panting Song Sisi ran in.

She brought a wooden box and a small incense burner.

"Li Xu, I brought it."

Song Sisi placed the items on a table.

Li Xu opened the wooden box. Inside lay a pill wrapped in gold foil.

Even though the wax seal hadn’t been broken, a faint, cooling aroma seemed to emanate from it.

"Nurse, prepare some warm water. Dissolve this and administer it," Li Xu ordered.

"Wait a moment."

Professor Yamada suddenly strode forward, holding out a hand to stop the nurse who was about to take the pill. "May I have a look?"

Li Xu nodded.

Professor Yamada put on a pair of gloves and carefully picked up the pill.

He first brought it close to smell it. The subtle fragrance that pierced through the wax seal and shot straight to his mind was instantly invigorating.

Then, the nurse peeled away the gold foil and the wax coating.

In that instant, a rich and overpowering aroma exploded throughout the emergency room.

It was a scent that combined the piercing power of Musk, the cooling sensation of Bezoar, and an indescribably profound and heavy essence.