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Days later, sunlight streamed through the somewhat old window frames of the clinic, casting a warm glow on Su Mu, who was busy organizing the medicinal herbs.
Dressed in a long white robe, he focused intently on sorting and arranging various herbs, a light sheen of sweat forming on his forehead.
Suddenly, a series of urgent and heavy knocks echoed from outside the door, striking a chord in Su Mu's heart and causing him to tense up.
He paused his work and quickly walked to the door, pulling it open with a swift motion.
Standing at the entrance were the woman who had visited the clinic a few days prior, along with her family, tightly cradling a small infant in their arms.
The woman's face was as pale as paper, her eyes filled with fear and helplessness. The family members beside her wore expressions of panic, their lips trembling as if they wanted to say something but didn’t know where to begin.
"Doctor Su, please, you have to save my child! He... he seems unwell!"
Her voice trembled noticeably, tears welling in her eyes, nearly spilling over.
As she spoke, she carefully handed the infant to Su Mu.
Su Mu quickly reached out to take the child. When his gaze fell upon the baby’s bluish face, his heart sank.
The tiny infant had tightly shut eyes and furrowed brows; its breathing was alarmingly rapid and weak. The intermittent cries sounded like a flickering candle in the wind, ready to extinguish at any moment.
Without a moment's hesitation, Su Mu began a thorough examination of the baby.
He first gently touched the baby's pulse, only to feel its heartbeat was extremely weak, nearly nonexistent.
Next, he checked the baby's temperature and found it to be significantly lower than normal.
Faced with such a critical situation, Su Mu's forehead gradually broke out in a cold sweat.
At that moment, hearing the commotion, Su Mu's parents hurried over.
Upon seeing the situation, the two of them immediately joined in the effort to treat the baby without a word.
After careful observation and discussion, Su Mu's father slowly spoke up, "In my opinion, this child seems to have been attacked by some kind of cold evil, causing a blockage in the flow of qi and blood."
Having said that, he looked at Su Mu and her mother, waiting for their opinions.
Su Mu's mother pondered for a moment before nodding in agreement with her husband's assessment.
However, she also asked with a heart full of confusion, "But this child was just born a few days ago; how could it be so severely affected by cold energy?"
This question weighed heavily on everyone's hearts like an enormous mountain, making it difficult for them to breathe.
In an instant, the entire room fell silent, and everyone sank into deep contemplation as if time had frozen at that moment.
Su Mu furrowed her brows tightly, beads of sweat even forming on her forehead.
Suddenly, he seemed to recall something important, as a passage from the "Heavenly Secrets Medical Manual" flashed through his mind—one that described a peculiar ailment known as "Xuanming Cold Poison."
At that moment, the symptoms exhibited by the infant before him were strikingly similar to those recorded in the book regarding "Xuanming Cold Poison."
It was known that this illness was extremely rare, typically occurring when a pregnant woman inadvertently came into contact with something profoundly cold and yin. The cold energy would then silently infiltrate the fetus and remain hidden within.
Only after the child was born would the symptoms of this condition begin to manifest.
"Could it really be... 'Xuanming Cold Poison'?" Su Mu murmured to himself. Although his voice was soft, it clearly reached the ears of everyone present.
Upon hearing this, his parents were both taken aback.
After all, "Xuanming Cold Poison" was an ailment so rare and mysterious that even they had only heard legends about it.
What made matters even more complicated was that according to the records in the "Heavenly Secrets Medical Manual," curing this dreadful disease required finding a precious herb called "Chi Yang Grass."
However, such a herb was exceedingly rare, and there was no way they could find it in their current location!
"Sigh! But the 'Heavenly Secrets Medical Manual' clearly states that only 'Chi Yang Grass' can cure 'Xuanming Cold Poison.' Where on earth can we find it?" Su Mu's mother lamented with a worried expression.
Her once bright eyes were now clouded with worry, clearly believing every word her son had said.
Su Mu opened the "Heavenly Secrets Medical Manual," carefully studying the entries on Xuanming Cold Poison, hoping to find alternative solutions.
Suddenly, his gaze landed on a line of small text: "Chi Yang Grass can be substituted with a substance of pure yang, supplemented by the Pure Yang Needle Technique, and it can also be effective."
A substance of pure yang?
A spark of inspiration flashed in Su Mu's mind as he recalled a special moxibustion therapy that his grandfather had mentioned.
Combined with the Pure Yang Needle Technique from the "Heavenly Secrets Medical Manual," it might serve as a substitute for Chi Yang Grass to treat Xuanming Cold Poison!
Time was slipping away like sand through an hourglass; every second was crucial for Su Mu.
He knew he couldn't afford to delay, so he acted without hesitation, quickly gathering all the materials needed for moxibustion.
Once everything was ready, Su Mu took a deep breath to calm himself and then began to perform the Pure Yang Needle Technique according to the detailed instructions in the ancient manual.
The silver needles in his hands moved like agile fish, accurately piercing into the acupoints with skillful and gentle motions.
Inside the clinic, a rich aroma of mugwort filled the air, creating a faint mist around him.
Su Mu focused intently, holding his breath, afraid that even the slightest mistake could disrupt the entire treatment process.
His eyes were fixed intently on the baby before him, yet his hands moved without a moment's pause, carefully controlling the depth and force of each needle.
As the Pure Yang Needle Technique continued, a miracle gradually unfolded. The baby's previously pale face began to flush with color, blooming like a peach blossom in early spring;
the weak breaths became steadier and stronger, as if the long-slumbering life was slowly awakening.
Finally, after a tense and prolonged wait, the baby suddenly opened its mouth and let out a clear, resounding cry.
The sound was like music from the heavens, instantly shattering the heavy atmosphere in the clinic.
Everyone present felt as if a great weight had been lifted from their hearts upon hearing that cry, letting out a long sigh of relief.
The mother was overwhelmed with emotion, gripping Su Mu's hand tightly with trembling fingers,
her eyes brimming with grateful tears as she choked out, "Thank you! Doctor Su, you truly saved my child's life!
If it weren't for your help, I don't know what I would have done..."
Standing nearby, Su Mu's parents wore expressions of relief and pride. They looked at their son’s focused and earnest demeanor, filled with admiration and joy.
In that moment, Su Mu not only saved a new life but also became an undeniable hero in the hearts of his family.
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