They examined the readings on all the instruments, and a slight sense of relief washed over both of them upon seeing that everything was stable, unchanged from before.

However, the relief hadn't fully settled when they both froze, momentarily stunned.

The data they had just observed began to shift; the previously extremely low heart rate numbers started to climb slowly, quickly reaching a normal value.

The blood pressure, which had been erratic and low, also gradually normalized. Watching the various figures displayed on the machines, they all wore expressions of disbelief.

The effect... was almost too rapid.

"Zhang Yang, th-this, what is going on?"

Wang Bin turned back, asking with a slight stammer. This nationally renowned expert and authoritative professor in cardiovascular and cerebrovascular medicine was utterly astonished.

"Elder Qiao's body can certainly hold on for a few more days without issue. While I am away, I still have to trouble you both to look after the old man. And the needles I inserted into him—you must absolutely not remove them!"

Zhang Yang smiled faintly. He understood Wang Bin's question; Elder Qiao's physical changes were entirely within his expectations.

The Millennium Ginseng Pill, after all, was a spiritual medicine. Even if it couldn't cure Elder Qiao's ailment, altering his constitution was certainly achievable. The spiritual medicine had begun taking effect, and Elder Qiao's body had naturally recovered significantly.

It was just that he couldn't explain these matters to them; it was best not to reveal anything about these spiritual medicines.

"Gu Fang, come with me. I need your assistance with a few things!"

Zhang Yang then spoke to Gu Fang, who had also witnessed the changes in the data. He wasn't a doctor, but having stayed by the elder's side these past few days, he understood the significance of these readings. Upon hearing Zhang Yang call him, he immediately followed him out.

Gu Fang's mood was also complex at this moment, tinged with regret. He hadn't expected Zhang Yang to truly have a solution, to actually be able to treat his maternal grandfather's illness. If he had known, he should have invited Zhang Yang over sooner; perhaps his grandfather would have been saved long ago. Alas, there was no medicine for regret, and his current remorse was useless.

Once outside, Zhang Yang briefly explained a few things to Gu Fang. He needed to find the Resurrection Grass, and he required certain items that would be troublesome for him to procure himself. Gu Fang had considerable influence in Shanghai, making him the perfect person to delegate to. Gu Fang listened and nodded, leaving shortly thereafter.

Soon, the Qiao family members waiting outside received the good news, realizing there was new hope for Elder Qiao. They took turns visiting him, and the more observant ones even noticed a faint hint of color returning to Elder Qiao's previously pale face—a phenomenon never seen before. This discovery instantly galvanized them; Elder Qiao was the backbone of the family, and if he truly had a chance to recover, it held extraordinary significance for the entire clan.

The doctors outside, as well as the foreign experts who had not yet departed, also heard the news. Their initial reaction was disbelief. They were acutely aware of how severe Elder Qiao’s condition was; if multiple authoritative specialists couldn't help, how could someone else possibly cure him? They all flocked over, seeking out Elder Qiao’s attending physician, Wang Bin.

Wang Bin relayed what Zhang Yang had said. The crowd was clearly half-convinced, half-skeptical of his explanation. However, the fact that Elder Qiao’s vital signs were objectively recovering left them with no choice but to believe. The sheer miracle of Elder Qiao’s body, which was clearly on the verge of collapse, recovering this way was something none of them could achieve.

Some of the domestic experts hurried away to make discreet phone calls. Most of the experts present were Western medicine practitioners, possessing only a superficial understanding of Traditional Chinese Medicine (TCM). However, each of them had a learned, seasoned TCM elder among their contacts. They were calling these elders for consultation.

Regarding Zhang Yang’s assertions, the TCM elders first offered affirmation. Jing, Qi, and Shen (Essence, Vitality, and Spirit) are the Three Treasures of the human body and hold significant weight in both TCM treatment and health preservation. Problems arising from the Three Treasures are indeed difficult to treat; the concept of Shen scattering resulting in death is real, though determining the strength of Shen is not easy.

Those TCM elders with some experience, after hearing their friends' descriptions, could generally conclude that Elder Qiao’s condition indeed pointed toward a weak Shen. However, even they had no method for strengthening the Shen and reviving Elder Qiao. Faced with such an illness, even with understanding, these TCM elders could only watch helplessly.

Upon learning that the person articulating these concepts was a young man, these elderly TCM experts grew quite curious, with some inquiring directly about Zhang Yang’s background. Unfortunately, the experts calling them were too preoccupied at the moment to offer many details; after brief introductions, the calls were hastily concluded.

Nearly all the domestic experts had made calls, and the convergence of information from these conversations proved one thing: everything Zhang Yang claimed was true. No one expected this young man to possess such profound mastery in TCM—at least, he had a method for treating this state of weak Shen, whereas all other venerable TCM practitioners, including the most famous ones nationwide, admitted they had no solution; such conditions were basically considered incurable.

While they discussed and verified these facts, Zhang Yang had already left the hospital. Sustained by the Millennium Ginseng Pill, Elder Qiao could last three or four days without issue. Zhang Yang's task was to find the Resurrection Grass within those three or four days, as only with it could Elder Qiao be completely saved.

Zhang Yang was not entirely confident about finding the Resurrection Grass. The ancestor of the Zhang family had journeyed to the island 160 years ago. Over a century, landscapes change drastically—it was uncertain if he could locate the island his ancestor described. Even if the island were found, whether the Resurrection Grass still existed was another unknown. The changes over the last century were immense; it was possible the island had been developed, and the grass long since vanished. Even if undeveloped, anything could happen over a hundred years; the Resurrection Grass, while not a spiritual medicine, possessed a certain vitality that attracted many animals. Zhang Yang could only try his luck now, praying the grass remained so he could return and save the man.

Leaving the hospital, Zhang Yang went straight back to the hotel, bypassing the Tongji First Affiliated Hospital. Because of Elder Qiao’s situation, he would inevitably have to miss the activity he was participating in, requiring him to take temporary leave or withdraw, which left him feeling apologetic toward the school and Zhu Daoqi. He needed to return and properly explain the situation to Zhu Daoqi. Zhang Yang was also concerned that the school might suffer any losses due to him, and he hoped to find the best resolution.

Zhu Daoqi listened quietly in his room as Zhang Yang explained the situation. His expression was calm, revealing nothing of his thoughts. Yet, Zhang Yang understood that Zhu Daoqi harbored his own regrets, visible in the occasional flicker of his eyes. Once Zhang Yang finished, Zhu Daoqi looked up and spoke softly, "Zhang Yang, you must remember, the purpose of studying medicine is to save the dying and aid the suffering, to heal the world!" He paused here, then continued, "Go and treat that patient with peace of mind. Since you are the only one with a solution for this ailment, there can be no delay. As for the activity and the school, I will explain and cover for you!"

Zhu Daoqi's response somewhat surprised Zhang Yang. He hadn't expected such an immediate agreement; he had anticipated some reprimand for being undisciplined. After all, this was another instance of him violating established protocol.

"A physician must have the heart of a parent. If we encounter someone who needs saving but refuse to help, what is the point of studying medicine? Don't worry, human life is paramount. I will support you one hundred percent!" Zhu Daoqi added with a chuckle, seeming to notice Zhang Yang's surprise.

"I understand, Professor Zhu, thank you," Zhang Yang said, nodding deeply. In that moment, he truly grasped that Zhu Daoqi, like himself, possessed a compassionate heart. Practitioners of medicine detest seeing others suffer from illness and pain. True doctors will help even a stranger they meet on the street if they can, let alone someone who has been formally invited to treat an illness.

With Zhu Daoqi’s support, Zhang Yang felt much steadier and began planning his rescue mission. The island mentioned by the Zhang family ancestor only provided a general location and appearance. He needed to search diligently. Finding a specific island amidst the vast sea is no easy task; islands are numerous and often similar, making the search harder. Due to time constraints, Zhang Yang needed to find the location very quickly, which is why he enlisted Gu Fang’s help. He asked Gu Fang to secure two helicopters for him first: one for aerial surveying, and the other for his own use to land and investigate any suspicious islands to see if it matched his ancestor's description. If he couldn't find it on the first day, he could review the aerial footage from the other helicopter that night to eliminate impossible candidates, saving time on the second day. He had a maximum of three or four days; if he couldn't locate the Resurrection Grass within that timeframe, he wouldn't be able to save Elder Qiao either.

After a restful night, Zhang Yang rose early the next morning. Gu Fang was already at the hotel where he was staying—he had come to pick Zhang Yang up. Over the night, Gu Fang had prepared everything Zhang Yang required.

"Zhang Yang, shall we leave now?" Gu Fang greeted him as soon as he emerged. Energized by the new hope for Elder Qiao, Gu Fang had become a family hero; now, anything beneficial to Elder Qiao’s condition received the full support of the family. Otherwise, relying solely on himself, he wouldn't have managed to gather all the necessary items overnight.

"Good!" Zhang Yang nodded, getting into Gu Fang's car while holding Lightning. Long Feng immediately settled into the passenger seat. He would accompany Zhang Yang in the search for the Resurrection Grass; nominally his bodyguard, Long Feng naturally had to follow Zhang Yang everywhere.

At the front gate of the barracks, Gu Fang produced a black identification booklet. After inspecting it, the sentry snapped a crisp salute and waved their car through immediately.

Chapter Hundred Addition, Chapter Ninety-One! More to follow, expected update around three o'clock! (To be continued)