Chinese Medicine: Starting with Daily Intelligence-Chapter 230: Asking for the Medicine Again

Dawn broke.

Guo Hengchang rose early, washed up, and sat down at the dining table.

His wife brought him breakfast and was surprised to see that her husband's complexion was much, much better than yesterday!

"Old Guo, you seem... a little different today?" his wife asked in amazement.

Guo Hengchang didn't answer. Instead, he stood up and, under his wife's astonished gaze, strode out into the courtyard. Facing the sun, he took a deep breath.

Although the breath still couldn't fill his entire chest, it was deeper and more powerful than any he had taken before.

The cool, crisp late-autumn air flowed through his nostrils and into his ravaged lungs.

In that moment, he felt as if he had been reborn.

He turned to his wife, a genuine, long-unseen smile spreading across his face.

"Honey, this medicine works."

...

Feng City First People's Hospital, in the high-end ward area on the top floor of the inpatient building.

Bright sunlight streamed through the spotless glass window, spilling onto the pristine white hospital bed.

Sun Qingli was propped up against the headboard, an IV line in his arm, transparent fluid dripping steadily into his veins.

Compared to the terrifying sight of him at the banquet a few days ago—his face twisted and his life hanging by a thread—he now looked like a completely different person.

Although his face was still a bit pale and he looked slightly fatigued, his eyes were clear again. The muscles in his face had returned to normal, his speech was articulate, and apart from moving a little slowly, he was no different from a healthy person.

The door to the ward opened gently, and Ding Aiguo, Chairman Zhao, and President Qian walked in together.

Their driver followed behind carrying various high-end fruit baskets and nutritional supplements. After setting them down, he turned and left.

"Old Sun! Look at you, you're looking great! You're recovering well!"

Seeing his old friend's condition, the weight on Ding Aiguo's heart finally lifted, and a sincere smile appeared on his face.

"Old Ding, Chairman Zhao, President Qian, what are you all doing here? Please, sit! Sit!"

Sun Qingli tried to get up, but Ding Aiguo quickly stepped forward and pushed him back down.

"Oh, stop it. Just lie down and rest!"

Ding Aiguo pushed him back onto the bed and pulled up a chair to sit beside him. "We've been friends for decades, why bother with all these formalities? I had to come see you for myself to feel at ease."

Chairman Zhao and President Qian also gathered around, looking at him with concern.

"Old Sun, you really took a trip to death's door and back!" Chairman Zhao exclaimed, still shaken as he recalled that night. "You scared the hell out of all of us. I really thought..."

"That I was going to report to King Yama, right?"

Sun Qingli chuckled. "I thought I was a goner myself. The feeling... half of my body instantly wasn't mine anymore. My mind went blank, I couldn't even shout. I just watched myself sinking. It was terrifying."

"How are you feeling now? What did the doctor say?" President Qian asked with concern.

At the mention of his condition, Sun Qingli was overcome with emotion. He looked at Ding Aiguo. "Old Ding, this time... it's all thanks to you! If it weren't for that pill, forget about me sitting here chatting with you all. The best-case scenario would probably be me learning how to walk and talk again in a rehab center."

He turned to Chairman Zhao and President Qian. "You guys have no idea. After I woke up, my attending physician, Director Zhang from the Cardiovascular and Cerebrovascular Department, kept looking at my brain CT scans over and over, muttering 'miracle' and 'unbelievable'."

"Oh? What did he say?" Chairman Zhao and President Qian were immediately intrigued.

"Director Zhang said that according to the CT scans, I had a sudden, massive cerebral infarction. A main artery was blocked, which is an extremely dangerous situation. In a typical case, even if I had been rushed to the hospital for thrombolytic therapy, I would have most likely been left with severe aftereffects, like hemiplegia or aphasia."

Sun Qingli recounted vividly, "But my situation completely overturned his understanding. He said that by the time I was brought to the hospital, although I was still unconscious, my vital signs had miraculously stabilized. Even more amazing, subsequent tests revealed that the damaged neurons in my brain were actually repairing themselves at an extraordinary rate!"

He grew more excited as he spoke. "Director Zhang repeatedly stressed to me that there were two key factors in my rapid and successful recovery. First, you all got me to the hospital in time, buying precious moments for the emergency team. And second, the most crucial factor of all, was that I took an extremely high-quality and potent An Gong Bezoar Pill right at the onset!"

"Director Zhang said that pill was like an elite 'special forces' unit. The moment I collapsed, it precisely charged into my brain, cleared the critical blood vessels, removed the clot, and protected most of my brain cells from damage.

He said that in his thirty years of practice, it was the most successful and most miraculous case of emergency stroke treatment he had ever seen.

I just need to be observed for another two days, and if there are no problems, I can be discharged!"

This speech left Chairman Zhao and President Qian utterly speechless.

They knew the pill was miraculous, but they never imagined it was so miraculous that even a top expert from City First Hospital would be astounded by it.

"Old Ding, you didn't just give him a pill; you gave Old Sun a second lease on life!" President Qian exclaimed sincerely.

Ding Aiguo waved his hand dismissively and smiled. "We're all brothers here. Don't be a stranger."

The men chatted for a while longer. Then, Sun Qingli's tone suddenly shifted. His expression turned serious, and in a near-pleading voice, he asked, "Old Ding, I know this is a big ask, but I have to be shameless and ask anyway... That... that An Gong Bezoar Pill of yours, do you have any more? I... I'd like to beg for a few more."

Ding Aiguo was taken aback and looked at him, puzzled. "Old Sun, why are you acting like Old Zhao and Old Qian? This stuff is for emergencies. Keeping one on you just in case should be enough. Didn't the doctor say you're about to be discharged? What do you need so many for?"

Hearing Ding Aiguo's question, Sun Qingli heaved a long sigh.

"Sigh..."

He was silent for a moment before speaking slowly. "Old Ding, to be honest with you, I'm not asking for this medicine for myself. It's for my older brother's daughter, my niece, Sun Haiqing."

"Haiqing?" The name rang a bell for Ding Aiguo. She was the apple of Sun Qingli's older brother's eye—a brilliant and beautiful girl who had been a top student since she was young. She later went abroad to study and was the pride of the Sun Family.

"Haiqing... she was in an accident." Sun Qingli's eyes reddened slightly. "Over a month ago, she was on a graduation trip in Europe when the train she was on derailed... She was trying to protect a classmate and got trapped under the carriage. She was very seriously injured."

"The family spent a fortune to bring her back to the country for treatment on a medical jet. She's been through seven or eight major surgeries. They managed to save her life, but... but because of prolonged oxygen deprivation to her brain and a severe impact, the doctors... the doctors have already declared her brain-dead."