Dashing Student-Chapter 682: Miraculous Revival

Morning.

Sunlight filtered through the carved window lattice, casting mottled shadows on the blue brick floor of the Health Care Hall.

The air was thick with the scent of medicine. Chen Nan, dressed in a plain white robe, was intently grinding herbs.

Stone grinder and mortar clashed, producing a rhythmic sound, seemingly the only melody in this tranquil space.

Suddenly, a flurry of chaotic and hurried footsteps shattered the peace.

Chen Nan paused, frowning slightly, and looked up at the entrance.

In the blink of an eye, several burly men barged in carrying a stretcher.

The man with a square face at the front, eyes bloodshot and veins bulging on his forehead, shouted urgently, "Are you the doctor? Please save our senior sister!"

Chen Nan put down the grinder and quickly stepped forward.

When he saw the injury on the woman’s waist on the stretcher, his pupils contracted sharply.

The woman’s waist was a patch of bruised purple, swollen severely. Beneath that bruised skin, Chen Nan, with his extraordinary sensory ability, clearly perceived the dislocated bones mercilessly pressing on the nerves.

"Lay her flat." Chen Nan’s voice was brief but firm. As soon as he spoke, his slender fingers were already gently placed on Wu Qiong’s pulse.

After three breaths, he looked up, a confident gleam in his eyes, and said assuredly, "It’s not a big problem, it can be treated!"

Upon hearing this, the faces of the martial arts disciples not only failed to show joy but instead, they all frowned simultaneously.

They had never heard of Chen Nan before, whereas Zhang Zhicheng, a renowned orthopedic expert in the provincial city, had looked at their senior sister’s condition, sighed in defeat, and was helpless.

This young doctor in front of them casually said the problem was "not big," how could that not make them skeptical?

After all, this was not a simple dislocated arm or a twisted wrist or ankle, but an injury concerning whether their senior sister could walk normally for the rest of her life!

Chen Nan keenly sensed the doubt in everyone’s eyes but did not bother to explain much.

In fact, Wu Qiong’s injury was extremely severe. With ordinary medical skills, it truly couldn’t be treated.

But Chen Nan was no ordinary person; not only was he skilled in medicine and adept at the meridians and acupuncture points of the human body, but he was also a Cultivator of the Qi Refinement Realm Fourth Level, possessing strong True Qi within!

Precisely because of this, he faced this tricky condition with such calm composure.

Chen Nan spoke calmly, "However, the treatment process will be very painful, you need to hold her down."

"How painful?" a young disciple asked, his voice trembling with tension.

Chen Nan unhurriedly took out a silver needle, carefully sterilized it over a candle flame, which licked the needle producing a faint sound: "Ten times more painful than she is now."

A trace of determination flashed across Wu Qiong’s pale face; her dry lips trembled slightly: "I... can bear it..."

She was still young, with infinite dreams for the future. She didn’t want to spend her life bedridden like a cripple, which to her was more terrifying than death.

The treatment officially began.

Chen Nan’s first needle fell, and Wu Qiong let out a heart-wrenching scream, a sound that penetrated the medical hall, seemingly wanting to break through the roof.

Her body convulsed violently like a fish out of water, and it took all the strength of the three strong men to barely hold her struggling body down.

"What are you doing?" The square-faced man glared angrily, grabbing Chen Nan by the collar, his fist raised high, knuckles turning white with force.

He could clearly feel the frantic beating of his senior sister’s pulse, cold sweat soaking the entire sheet like a waterfall, staining it dark.

Chen Nan remained unfazed, his gaze like a torch: "The third lumbar vertebra is pressing on the spinal cord. If delayed any longer, she will spend the rest of her life in bed."

He coldly brushed aside the man’s hand, his voice low but powerful: "If you want her treated, shut up. If not, then take her away."

Wu Qiong, trembling, reached out her hand, her fingers weakly moving: "Ah Qiang... listen... to the doctor..."

Every subsequent second seemed infinitely prolonged, as long as a year.

The silver needle in Chen Nan’s hand pierced precisely into the acupuncture points each time, causing Wu Qiong to let out soul-piercing screams, sounds that made one’s hair stand on end.

When his palm pressed on the bruised area to massage with force, Wu Qiong bit her lip painfully, blood slowly trickling down her chin, blooming into shocking crimson flowers on her robe.

"The last one!" Chen Nan suddenly stated in a deep voice.

He stacked his hands, his gaze like a falcon, aimed, and pressed vigorously on Wu Qiong’s lumbar vertebra.

"Ah!!!" Wu Qiong’s scream was cut short as she closed her eyes, fainting.

The Health Care Hall instantly fell into a deathlike silence, the atmosphere so oppressive it was hard to breathe.

The square-faced man, trembling, checked Wu Qiong’s breath, confirmed she was still breathing, then turned around in fury, smashing a fist onto the medicine cabinet, causing it to shake violently and the bottles to clatter.

"If anything happens to her, I’ll take your bones apart, one by one!"

Chen Nan seemed oblivious, methodically cleaning up the silver needles.

"You—" The square-faced man wanted to say something upon seeing Chen Nan’s indifferent demeanor, but suddenly heard a weak groan.

Wu Qiong’s eyelashes fluttered lightly, like butterflies taking flight in spring, slowly opening her eyes.

To everyone’s shock, a trace of color had returned to her originally paper-white face, like the first blooming peach blossom after winter.

"Senior sister! How do you feel?" Several disciples quickly gathered, asking with concern.

Wu Qiong weakly blinked, eyes filled with disbelief: "My waist... it doesn’t hurt anymore..." She tried to move her toes, exclaiming in surprise: "I can feel my feet..."

At this moment, Wu Qiong felt like she was dreaming, everything seemed so unreal.

Because when she fell on the plum blossom pile landing on her back, a severe pain erupted from her waist, and she lost sensation in both legs.

Who would have thought, after Chen Nan’s treatment, she would regain sensation in such a short time?

This filled her with immense excitement, looking at Chen Nan with gratitude and awe.

The square-faced man turned sharply to Chen Nan, only to see this young doctor already at the desk writing a prescription.

Sunlight fell upon his face, making him appear more handsome, mysterious, especially those deep eyes, like stars, seemingly holding endless mysteries.

"There are rooms in the medical hall, you can stay here for the next few days to facilitate your rehabilitation training with me," Chen Nan said lightly, knowing that Wu Qiong had injured her spine and needed treatment for complete recovery!

The square-faced man opened his mouth, his throat moved, and finally clenched his fists and bowed deeply: "Doctor Chen, I was rude before... please don’t mind!"

Chen Nan continued writing the prescription, casually replying: "Care causes chaos; it’s human nature!"

Then he looked up, showing a charming smile: "Consultation fee is nine, medicine cost is thirty-two, totaling forty-one, cash or scan code?"

This statement left everyone dumbfounded.

This guy saved senior sister’s life, yet the consultation and medicine cost only forty-one?