Chapter 110

Chapter 110

The silver needles flew as Ye Qing quickly inserted them into several acupuncture points on Han Yabo's body.

"The illness still lingers deep within your body. Although on the surface it seems like you have recovered, it was actually suppressed by the pills I gave you before. This method is only a temporary solution and doesn't address the root cause. The underlying problem remains in your body, and there's always a chance of it recurring. Over time, it will gradually erode your health, and when it does recur, it will be like a collapsed dam, too late to treat."

"What I need to do now is to forcibly stimulate the illness and remove this tumor-like condition. After that, the rest will be easier to manage."

"However, this process will be somewhat uncomfortable, and you may need to endure it for about ten minutes."

As Ye Qing explained, her hands didn't slow down at all. She continued to manipulate the needles while covertly channeling wood element abilities into Han Yabo's body.

As soon as the abilities entered his body, Han Yabo's face contorted with pain, and the veins on his body bulged involuntarily. However, he was very resilient and endured it all, clenching his teeth without making a sound.

In the past, the patients Ye Qing encountered either had acute illnesses or clearly visible pathological issues that were straightforward to treat. Any doctor could handle those cases with standard treatments.

However, Han Yabo's situation was different. He had been weakened by long-term suffering, and his entire body was riddled with problems. This kind of condition was like a house of cards—seemingly stable but ready to fall apart at any moment.

Therefore, traditional medical methods, whether TCM or Western medicine, were absolutely out of the question. The only solution was Ye Qing's healing wood element abilities, which could carefully repair his already battered body.

Ye Qing had to use the flying needles as a cover, distracting everyone's attention while covertly using her wood element abilities to gently repair the deeply damaged body of this high-ranking official.

However, the repair process had to be gradual. If too much energy were channeled into his fragile body at once, he might not be able to handle it.

After about ten minutes, as Han Yabo's pores opened from the stimulation of the needles and he began to sweat profusely, Ye Qing withdrew the silver needles and released some blood from several meridians. In an instant, dark, thick blood oozed out from the needle holes.

Both sweating and bleeding were part of the detoxification process, which was beneficial for Han Yabo's recovery. So, Ye Qing used this as a cover, which wasn't entirely deceptive.

In any case, after this entire procedure, Han Yabo felt significantly better.

Before, he always felt as if something heavy was pressing on his chest, making it hard to breathe and leaving him without energy. But after just these ten minutes, it was as if a large stone had been lifted from his chest, and he could breathe freely again.

He didn't notice it himself, but Qiao Youqing and Song Chunhua could clearly see the difference.

When he first came in, Han Yabo's face was ashen, exuding a sickly and lifeless aura. But in just this short time, his purplish lips lost their color and finally showed a hint of redness. His previously hunched figure straightened, and he looked much more spirited.

If you hadn't seen it with your own eyes, who would believe that a single acupuncture session could make such a difference in a patient?

Qiao Youqing and Song Chunhua knew that Ye Qing treated patients with flying needles, but they had never observed such a complete treatment process up close. Before, they thought that maybe the locals were just uninformed and the newspaper reports exaggerated, which gave Ye Qing the reputation of a divine doctor.

But after witnessing it firsthand, they were thoroughly convinced.

To put it bluntly, with such incredible medical skills, Ye Qing could make a name for herself anywhere she went, not just when she was sent down to the countryside.

Of course, compared to the amazed Qiao Youqing, Song Chunhua looked at Ye Qing with an additional sense of regret and sympathy.

She was one of the few who knew about Ye Qing's strained relationship with her family and what kind of life the girl had lived in Shen City. So, when Ye Qing admitted before leaving for the countryside that she had learned medical techniques from a beggar, Song Chunhua thought it was just some amateurish tricks and didn't take it seriously.

Now, seeing Ye Qing's masterful needle technique, Song Chunhua realized how wrong she had been.

Whether it was due to the beggar's excellent teaching or Ye Qing's innate talent, anyone with eyes could see that this girl's medical skills were extraordinary. With such abilities, if she hadn't been forced to come to this remote village and had stayed in Shen City, she could have become a renowned TCM practitioner, sought after by all the major hospitals in the country.

Thinking about the unscrupulous relatives from the Ye family, Song Chunhua couldn't help but feel indignant on Ye Qing's behalf. This child had truly been held back by her family.

Ye Qing had no idea what Song Chunhua was thinking; otherwise, she would have been left speechless.

Arriving in this world was not her choice, but regardless of whether the original family of this body was good or bad, after she arrived, she would still have chosen the path of going to the countryside for her ability's upgrade. So, the idea that her prospects were ruined by the Ye family doesn't hold water.

Fortunately, Song Chunhua soon opened up again.

Shen City is teeming with talent, but it’s also rife with people who scheme and manipulate for power, employing all sorts of political tactics. Everyone has their own agenda, and living in such an environment means one must always be on edge, never daring to let their guard down for a moment, or else they might suffer a tragic fate.

Especially those with some ability; they easily become targets for the unscrupulous. Like her husband Han Yabo, who was dedicated to scientific research, he inadvertently got entangled in a web of intrigue and unjustly suffered imprisonment. A young, beautiful, and highly skilled doctor like Ye Qing, without money, power, or connections, is even more vulnerable to exploitation.

In comparison, the situation in Northeast China is much more relaxed, especially in a remote mountain village like Kaoshan Village. The corrupt winds of the city don’t reach here, making life almost akin to seclusion from the world. Given the current environment, it might not be so bad for Ye Qing to lie low here.

Moreover, Song Chunhua had noticed that Ye Qing was now well-regarded and respected by the production team captain in Kaoshan Village, and was treated like royalty by Zhao Yuliang at the military farm. She was well-connected in the surrounding area, and it was said that newspapers from Jicheng had even approached her for contributions. Her life was free and fulfilling, and she was not financially strained. Apart from slightly poorer living conditions, everything else was no worse than staying in Shen City.

After retracting the needle, Ye Qing took Han Yabo’s pulse again.

The healing ability was indeed effective; this time, his pulse was much stronger and more vigorous.

Ye Qing was quite satisfied, but she knew it wasn’t enough yet.

"Hydrotherapy probably won’t work given your current condition, as you lack the necessary facilities. So, we’ll have to do what we did in Mohe: I’ll prescribe some herbs for you to boil and make into small pills, which you can carry with you and take daily."

"I’ll also ask Colonel Zhao for help to bring you to this office every two weeks for about ten minutes of acupuncture. With this gradual treatment over the next year or two, we should be able to restore your health."

Han Yabo felt that a year or two was too long and instinctively refused:

"Skip the acupuncture; just give me the pills to take."

It wasn’t that he was reluctant to seek medical treatment; he was mainly concerned that his current identity might cause trouble for Ye Qing and Zhao Yuliang.

Ye Qing immediately understood Han Yabo’s concerns and said helplessly:

"Mr. Han, your current health condition is no small matter. If left untreated for too long, it could really damage your body. I’m sure you wouldn’t want your experimental ideas to be buried with you before they can be verified. Do you want to see your projects succeed under your own hands, or would you rather have others carry on your legacy and receive the accolades?"

This remark left Han Yabo speechless.

Of course, he didn’t consider himself a giant, nor did he think it was a problem for other colleagues to pick up his research projects and continue studying them. He didn’t care who would receive praise or fame. But the thought of his ideas never being tested and buried with him made Han Yabo feel incredibly anxious.

“Please don’t be too worried. Since we managed to bring you here from the Mo River, we are confident that we can ensure your safe stay here. This farm is under the jurisdiction of Colonel Zhao. We’ll be discreet. As long as the special treatment for you isn’t too noticeable, no one will raise any issues.”

Ye Qing’s words immediately received Zhao Yuliang’s approval. He had been standing at the door of the rest area, silently watching Ye Qing treat Han Yabo, and now he quickly chimed in:

“That’s right. Since you’re here, there’s no need to be afraid. Just keep a normal mindset. I’ll be here to support you through anything.”

“In your daily life, you’ll still come and go like the other labor camp inmates. I’ll say hello to the people at the detention center. If there’s anything you need or any inconvenience, don’t hesitate to speak up. I’ll do my best to find a solution for you.”

Han Yabo was not only Qiao Youqing’s student but also Ye Qing’s mentor. Regardless of whose favor it was, he couldn’t remain uninvolved.

Moreover, he was now genuinely relying on Ye Qing for help, so he needed to make his stance clear and let Ye Qing understand that he was on the same side as her.

True to form for someone obsessed with research, as soon as Han Yabo heard Zhao Yuliang say that he could ask for anything he needed, his eyes lit up, and he asked:

“Can I still continue my research project?”

Zhao Yuliang: ……

Well, he may have overpromised. He was immediately put on the spot by Han Yabo.

Zhao Yuliang was rendered speechless. No matter how much authority he had on this farm, he couldn’t dare break the rules, especially during such a critical time, to secretly allow a labor camp inmate to conduct experiments and research. Unless he wanted to lose his position as farm leader and face serious consequences.

Qiao Youqing probably knew his student the best, and he wasn’t the least bit surprised that Han Yabo would make such a request.

That research project had consumed years of Han Yabo’s life and energy. Being forced to stop it due to external circumstances would certainly weigh heavily on him. Given Han Yabo’s determined and stubborn nature, he wouldn’t rest until he could resume the research.

He sighed heavily and patted Zhao Yuliang on the shoulder to signal him not to mind, then said to Han Yabo:

"After all these years, you still can't keep your cool. Why are you in such a rush? It's not going anywhere if it's your project. It will eventually land back in your hands!"

"I've asked around, and the person who handled your case is about to retire. It won't be long before things settle down, and when we revisit your case, there will be much less resistance."

"Even if we can't overturn the case, we can resubmit your project under a different name for approval. I can also get you listed as a researcher, even if you won't be credited for the results. As long as the project is approved, everything else is manageable!"

Han Yabo was indeed unconcerned about the credit and was very tempted by Qiao Youqing's suggestion to reapply for the project, eagerly pulling him aside for a deeper discussion.

But at that moment, Zhao Yuliang tapped his wristwatch, reminding everyone that it was time to send Han Yabo back to the holding room.

Han Yabo packed up the winter clothes bundle that Song Chunhua had given him and walked out with reluctant glances back, not forgetting to eagerly remind Qiao Youqing:

"Please hurry up with the reapplication. Make sure to let me know as soon as you have any updates so I can prepare and organize the materials in advance..."

Qiao Youqing: ... You're really something else, so fixated on your research. It's been years since you've seen each other, and you didn't even say a word to your wife before leaving. Just walked off without a word. Aren't you afraid she might feel uneasy?

Song Chunhua, however, didn't have any complaints. As long as she saw her husband standing alive in front of her, she was happier than ever.

As for sweet words, she had been with Han Yabo for many years. Did she not know what kind of person she had chosen as her husband?

Her husband was excellent and reserved, not good with words. He was mostly silent for the majority of the time, only becoming talkative when it came to his research projects.

Biological research was the most important thing in Han Yabo's life, and Song Chunhua understood his obsession with it. She didn’t mind that his research came first.

Even in their best moments, they never exchanged overly sentimental words, but their love was woven into the everyday moments, especially when he entrusted her with everything after their hardships.