The Recovery (3)
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Gu Xijiu tried to control her breathing so that she could muster the strength to explain the severity of her condition to the man. Mr. Zhu was stupefied, as he never expected her condition to be so bad. “I did not know about that. You do not quite look like you are gravely ill.”
She took another deep breath before responding, “I am still alive, thanks to the terrible mess of medicines that you have so generously spoon-fed me with. Although they never did cure the toxins in my body, their effects counteracted with one another and managed to contain the toxins in my organs rather than releasing them into every inch of my circulatory system. All the toxic chemicals have come together into a mix. Right now, the mixture of toxins is contained in the Shen Shu acupoint, where my upper reservoir of Qi is located.”
She bombarded him with a series of professional terms. Disbelieving, he studied her a few times. “I did not know that you are an expert in the use of poisons.”
Gu Xijiu closed her eyes and avoided his compliment. She would be long dead as a result of his endless experiments if she were any less informed. She could not help but judging Mr. Zhu, “You know how to make the Devil Quenching Clothing and even increase its power, so you should be someone good in medical knowledge, right?” She somehow felt that the man was not entirely reliable.
Mr. Zhu answered with a guilty conscience, “I am good with the use of devices. In terms of my theoretical knowledge of medicine, sometimes I make mistakes.”
Gu Xijiu could not believe what he had just said. How could he offer his help when he was not quite sure about what he was doing? At the end of the day, it seemed that she could only rely on herself to get out of this mess.
There were all kinds of toxins in her body at the moment. Some parts of her body were in pain. Others were itchy, and the rest were mostly numb. She barely had enough strength to move her arms and legs.
She wished she could just rest while someone else took care of her. However, that was not an option. There was no one she could depend on but herself. She struggled to take a box of silver needles out of her storage bag. Impressed by her knowledge, Mr. Zhu watched intently as she took out a needle and put it down accurately on the affected acupuncture point.
Her accuracy and precision in the acupuncture treatment were not affected by her current condition. She still maintained good control of the needles. At the tip of each needle, there would be dark purple blood oozing out from the hollow end.
Surprisingly, after a series of acupuncture treatments, the colors finally returned to her pale complexion. She was driving the toxins out of her body through the needles!
Mr. Zhu never knew about this detoxification technique. He was obviously impressed.
Gu Xijiu was still very weak, so she had to stop and catch a few breaths every now and then. Otherwise, her hands would be trembling.
Mr. Zhu offered, “Let me help. Tell me where and I shall place the needle there.”
Gu Xijiu kindly rejected his offer. Not even the slightest misjudgment was allowed in acupuncture treatment. Moreover, all the acupuncture points that she was targeting were her vital points. Each needle had to be placed at the correct depth into the skin. A small misplacement would cost her life. With his apparent lack of practice, she was not confident to let him help.
Mr. Zhu was slightly offended. Due to his large ego, he thought he had already mastered the entire technique after watching a few steps. He insisted, “Don’t worry. I can do it.”
Swiftly, he reached out and grabbed the remaining needles.
Gu Xijiu looked at him fiercely in the eye; it was scary enough to warn him to back away. He was never afraid of anything, but for the first time, he hesitated and finally stopped. He was intimidated by how dominant she was toward him.
A few moments later, there were already a dozen needles all over Gu Xijiu’s body. She could finally heave a sigh of relief and have a moment of rest. She seemed to be getting better even though it was at a rather slow pace.
“How do you feel?” Mr. Zhu finally asked.