"This..."
Long Aotian was speechless, suddenly not knowing how to respond to Long Xiaolin's words.
Just then, an old second-hand van sped into the courtyard.
Chen Xiao, while helping Jun Dao, who was covered in blood, out of the car, said to Long Aotian:
"Dragon King, do you have a good variety of traditional Chinese medicine here? Do you have a sand pot for decocting medicine? If so, get it out quickly. If not, prepare it immediately. Brother Jun Dao needs urgent treatment!"
Long Xiaolin noticed that Chen Xiao hadn't even looked at him and became furious. He said aggressively:
"You are Chen Xiao, aren't you? How dare you order my grandfather..."
Long Aotian made a decisive move, interrupting Long Xiaolin without hesitation:
"What nonsense are you talking? Hurry up and help Jun Dao to the bed!"
Long Xiaolin didn't dare to utter a word, only glared at Chen Xiao fiercely before helping Jun Dao inside.
Long Aotian, on the other hand, apologized to Chen Xiao with a pleasant expression:
"Dr. Chen, I am truly sorry. Xiaolin has been spoiled by his parents since he was a child..."
Chen Xiao, with his benevolent heart as a physician, only wanted to save Jun Dao at this moment. He interrupted Long Aotian calmly and respectfully:
"Dragon King, lives are at stake. Let's prepare the life-saving Chinese medicine first."
As he spoke, he casually took out a pen and notepad from his pocket and wrote down over twenty kinds of Chinese medicinal herbs and their dosages, handing them to Long Aotian.
Long Aotian was clearly surprised that Chen Xiao could be so calm and composed in front of him. After all, he had led a life of military campaigns and achieved countless merits, subtly developing an awe-inspiring aura of iron-blooded bravery. Even without anger, he possessed a formidable presence that intimidated not only ordinary people but also Jun Dao, Zi Dan, and even provincial governors.
"This young man, who appears to be a few years younger than Xiaolin, seems extraordinary!"
Looking Chen Xiao, dressed in a white coat, up and down with great surprise, Long Aotian hesitated only for a moment before calling two maids, one to prepare the stove and the other to fetch the herbs according to the list.
Chen Xiao did not stand on ceremony and began to decoct the medicine directly in front of Long Aotian.
Long Aotian, who had seen much of the world, watched with confusion and couldn't help but ask with a puzzled expression:
"Dr. Chen, from my observation, Jun Dao was shot in the chest, wasn't he? Isn't the priority to surgically remove the shrapnel?"
As soon as he finished speaking, Long Xiaolin, who was helping Jun Dao inside, suddenly rushed out nervously:
"Grandpa, according to Dr. Yan's preliminary diagnosis, Jun Dao was most likely shot by a martial arts master who had cultivated dark energy. Conservatively estimated, there are at least dozens of shattered fragments in his body. I'm afraid... I'm afraid he can't be saved..."
He paused, then glared at Chen Xiao, who was decocting medicine nearby, and roared through gritted teeth:
"You, Chen! Jun Dao is almost dead because of you, and you still have the leisure to simmer and decoct Chinese medicine here? Do you think Chinese medicine can save Jun Dao's life?"
The Dr. Yan mentioned by Long Xiaolin was a renowned military doctor specially transferred from the Northern Territory after Long Aotian fell seriously ill. His name was Yan Su, and his medical skills were exceptional, especially in treating gunshot wounds.
Even he said Jun Dao might not be saved, which showed the severity of Jun Dao's injuries.
"Hmm?"
Long Aotian was clearly surprised that Chen Xiao had provoked a dark energy master and that Jun Dao was so severely injured. His brow furrowed, and his expression became serious.
Long Xiaolin, who had intended to continue to criticize Chen Xiao, suddenly noticed the change in Long Aotian's expression and immediately shut his mouth in fear.
Chen Xiao calmly said:
"Dragon King, there's no need to worry. Although Brother Jun Dao's injuries are tricky, they are not incurable. My acupuncture can at least extend his life for nine days, and the Sumeru Mustard Paste I am brewing is also quite remarkable. Simply applying it to the wound will draw out the residual shrapnel in his body without surgery."
"Mere acupuncture can extend the life of a dying person for nine days? And remove shrapnel without surgery?"
Long Xiaolin was stunned at first, then mocked with disdain:
"Chen Xiao, Chen Xiao, was it really you who cured my grandfather's strange poison? I went abroad to study at eighteen and traveled all over the world, yet I've never heard of such miraculous acupuncture and ointments in the world?"
Chen Xiao would not be polite just because Long Xiaolin was Long Aotian's grandson. He retorted without hesitation:
"That is because you are ignorant!"
"Heh heh."
Long Xiaolin laughed angrily and said sinisterly:
"Even if I am ignorant, what about my grandfather? He wouldn't be ignorant too, would he? Putting aside whether acupuncture can prolong life, if your so-called miraculous ointment can indeed remove shrapnel without surgery, why hasn't my grandfather promoted its use in the army?"
"..."
Long Aotian was speechless and felt utterly humiliated, wishing he could slap Long Xiaolin. After a pause, he glared at Long Xiaolin and then patiently said to Chen Xiao:
"Dr. Chen, please forgive my ignorance. I have indeed never heard of a divine medicine that can draw out shrapnel without surgery. You... can you truly guarantee its efficacy?"