Chinese Medicine: Starting with Daily Intelligence-Chapter 232: Will a Miracle Happen?

Watermelon Frost and Dragon Horn Powder are similar, yet different.

Watermelon Frost is like a firefighter, putting out fires wherever they flare up.

On the other hand, the optimized Dragon Horn Powder is like a plumber. It focuses on clearing the pipes (airways) and cleaning out the waste (phlegm and dampness), addressing the problem at its root.

Li Xu ground all the supplementary ingredients into an extremely fine powder. Then, following the optimized formula's ratio—precise to the milligram—he poured the Dragon Bone Powder and the other powdered ingredients into a huge mixer, blending them thoroughly and evenly.

By the end of the day.

A large basin of pale-yellow Dragon Horn Powder, which gave off a unique, fragrant herbal scent, was finally ready.

Li Xu took a small pinch and placed it on the tip of his tongue.

The powder melted the moment it touched his tongue. A cool, sweet, and soothing sensation instantly filled his mouth and throat. Then, a gentle medicinal energy slowly descended, making his entire respiratory tract feel refreshed and clear.

"Good stuff!" Li Xu nodded with satisfaction.

Its effect was several times more potent than any throat medicine on the market.

He packed the powder into small porcelain vials, thinking to himself, 'Tomorrow, I'll have to find a suitable patient to test the power of this optimized Dragon Horn Powder.'

...

[Today's Intel: Patient Sun Haiqing, brain-dead from injuries sustained in a train derailment... Take An Gong Bezoar Pills... One pill will show immediate effect. Three pills will stabilize her condition. Supplemented with other treatments, a full recovery is possible.]

The intel for the new day left Li Xu deep in thought.

'Where is this patient?'

'She's already brain-dead. It's not like she's going to come looking for me.'

'And I can't just go looking for her on my own initiative, can I?'

'Even if I showed up with the An Gong Bezoar Pills, her family wouldn't dare use medicine from a stranger.'

'Maybe she's a patient at the District Hospital of Traditional Chinese Medicine?'

'No... she's brain-dead. They wouldn't take her to a local facility like the Guanghe District Hospital of Traditional Chinese Medicine.'

Just as his mind was racing with these thoughts.

Ding Aiguo called to say he had something to discuss and was coming over.

By the time Li Xu finished breakfast, Ding Aiguo had arrived.

He skipped the pleasantries and got straight to the point. "Doctor Li, I've come today to ask for an outrageous favor."

He recounted the story of Sun Qingli's niece, Sun Haiqing, to Li Xu in great detail, from beginning to end.

He described the girl's tragic accident, her brain-death diagnosis, her family's refusal to give up, their use of An Gong Bezoar Pills to keep her alive, and her current precarious condition, which fluctuated constantly...

Ding Aiguo spoke with heartfelt sincerity, his words filled with sympathy for the girl he'd never met and empathy for his friend's family.

Li Xu listened quietly, and it all clicked into place.

'So this is what today's intel was about.'

"...So that's the situation," Ding Aiguo said earnestly. "Doctor Li, I know I'm asking for too much... but a young life is at stake! So, I've come to beg for a few more of your An Gong Bezoar Pills. We're willing to pay any price!"

Looking at Ding Aiguo's sincere and anxious face, Li Xu felt little hesitation.

'Saving a life is worth more than building a seven-story pagoda.' 𝒇𝙧𝙚𝓮𝙬𝙚𝓫𝒏𝓸𝓿𝓮𝒍.𝓬𝙤𝓶

'Besides, for someone like me with the system, making a few An Gong Bezoar Pills is hardly a difficult task.'

'In fact, when I saw the intel this morning, I was already trying to figure out how to get the medicine to them.'

'This actually saves me the trouble.'

"Chairman Ding, you're being too serious," Li Xu said. "It is a doctor's duty to treat the sick and save lives."

He turned and went into the back room, returning a moment later with a wooden box.

He opened the box. Inside lay three An Gong Bezoar Pills, each wrapped in gold foil and perfectly sealed in wax.

"Here are three pills," Li Xu said, handing the wooden box to Ding Aiguo. "Take them. Have her take one, and her high fever should break and her mind should stabilize for a while. As for the other two, give her one every three days. After that, she should make a full recovery."

"Full recovery?" Those two words sent Ding Aiguo's head spinning. He asked in astonishment, "Doctor Li, do you... do you mean that Haiqing... she can wake up?"

"She should."

'The intel had never been wrong, of course.'

But Li Xu didn't want to sound overly certain.

'It wasn't that I doubted the intel.'

'It was just that if I sounded too absolute, people wouldn't believe me.'

Even so, Ding Aiguo was incredibly excited.

He accepted the wooden box with both hands as if it were a priceless treasure.

Ding Aiguo said, "I told Sun Qingli it would be three million per pill, so nine million for the three. The money will be transferred to your dividend account today."

Li Xu had left his bank account information with Ding's Pharmaceutical Factory.

That would make direct transfers convenient.

Li Xu didn't refuse. He simply added a reminder, "Have the company process the payment through its books, and pay the taxes as required."

Nine million, added to his previous earnings from selling medicine, meant that in that instant, his total assets had officially broken the ten-million mark.

He was filled with emotion. 'Who would have thought? A few months ago, I was just a minor TCM practitioner struggling to make ends meet, and now I've become a veritable ten-millionaire.'

...

Ding Aiguo didn't dare to delay for a moment after receiving the medicine.

He delivered it into Sun Qingli's hands.

Sun Qingli, in turn, immediately dispatched his most trusted driver to race to the provincial capital.

That afternoon, outside the ICU at the Provincial Hospital of Traditional Chinese Medicine, Sun Qingli's older brother, Sun Qingshuang, and his wife kept a haggard vigil in the hallway.

Sun Qingshuang's temples were streaked with gray; in just a few days, he looked as if he had aged a decade.

His wife's eyes were red and swollen. She wiped away an endless stream of tears, her gaze locked on the tightly shut doors of the ICU.

Through the viewing window, they could see the young girl lying on the hospital bed: Sun Haiqing.

She was hooked up to all sorts of tubes, which connected her to a bank of cold machines that beeped steadily beside her.

Her face was an unhealthy shade of red from the high fever. Even in her deep coma, her body would sometimes convulse involuntarily.

"Sigh..." Sun Qingshuang heaved a long sigh, his voice hoarse. "Her fever's back up again, it's almost forty-one degrees. Professor Gao said that if this keeps up, the last spark of life in her will be burned away."

Just as the couple was sinking into despair, the driver arrived with the medicine.

"Mr. Sun!" The driver ran over, panting, and handed the precious wooden box to Sun Qingshuang. "Chairman Sun Qingli had me deliver this! He said... it's a life-saving Divine Medicine!"

Sun Qingshuang had already gotten a call from his brother and knew this was the same medicine that had saved his life.

Taking the wooden box, Sun Qingshuang saw three pills inside, shimmering with a golden luster and emitting a peculiar medicinal aroma.

Although his brother had spoken very highly of it and vouched for it completely,

Sun Qingshuang remained cautious.

He took the An Gong Bezoar Pills to find Gao Guanghui.

"Professor Gao, these are the An Gong Bezoar Pills my brother had someone find for us. They're said to be made from an all-natural medicinal formula. Could you take a look?"

Gao Guanghui took one of the pills and first examined its quality.

Then he held it to his nose and sniffed it carefully.

"Excellent. This medicine is very good. The quality is perfect, and the aroma is pure. It can be administered."

"Thank you, Professor."

Sun Qingshuang breathed a sigh of relief.

Gao Guanghui called a nurse over to administer the medicine.

The nurse carefully scraped away the wax seal, dissolved one pill in warm water, and then slowly administered it to Sun Haiqing through her nasogastric tube.

Sun Qingshuang and his wife pressed themselves against the viewing window, their eyes glued to their daughter as they silently prayed to every deity they could think of.

'This time, would a miracle finally arrive?'