A stiff voice suddenly came from behind Zhang Yang, the tone of each word almost perfectly level, immediately signaling a foreigner whose mastery of Mandarin was clearly incomplete.

"Mr. John is British, from the Royal Marsden Hospital. He was invited here this time. Mr. John has treated Elder Qiao before, so he is an old acquaintance. He is quite interested in our traditional Chinese medicine!" Wang Bin stepped forward and offered a soft explanation.

John, the British doctor, couldn't help but nod, his gaze fixed on Zhang Yang with undeniable eagerness.

He was genuinely captivated by these needles. He simply couldn't comprehend how a person near death could be saved by mere acupuncture, especially with needles this long, inserted without any apparent harm, and capable of remaining in the body for such an extended period.

"Feel free to look," Zhang Yang replied with a slight smile. He had noticed these doctors earlier but remained silent as long as they didn't interfere with his treatment. Since this foreign doctor was interested in TCM, showing him was fine. In his past life, Zhang Yang had repeatedly demonstrated to renowned international experts that domestic TCM was in no way inferior to the scientific medicine they championed.

He handed over the box, and the three foreigners immediately focused their attention on the silver needles inside. These were all discarded needles, and giving them away was no issue. The poor foreigners had no idea; they believed these few silver needles were treasures.

"Doctor Zhang, how is Elder Qiao?" While the foreigners were marveling at the needles, Wang Bin quietly approached Zhang Yang and whispered the question. When he first saw Zhang Yang, he held a degree of disdain, but after witnessing Zhang Yang's miraculous needling technique and the results it yielded, that dismissiveness vanished entirely. Over the past two days, Wang Bin had inquired about Zhang Yang and learned that he had previously treated illnesses others deemed incurable, which only bolstered his confidence in him.

"Elder Qiao is out of danger. I estimate he will wake up today and can be moved to a general ward. However, his body has underlying conditions that will require long-term recuperation," Zhang Yang murmured. Elder Qiao already suffered from hemiplegia and paralysis, leaving him dependent on others for self-care, and this recent episode had undoubtedly worsened his condition. Yet, this was not an insurmountable hurdle. Zhang Yang had thoroughly examined Elder Qiao’s body and found significant room for recovery. It was only due to Elder Qiao's special status and access to the best medical care that Zhang Yang's task was manageable; otherwise, it would have been far more complicated. Moreover, Elder Qiao had recently consumed a millennium-old ginseng pill—a true elixir that would greatly aid his recovery. Paired with Zhang Yang’s needling methods, after half a year of recovery, he should be able to walk, and even if his movements weren't perfectly fluid, he would at least regain self-sufficiency. Achieving this level of recovery was already far better than his prior state.

Hearing Zhang Yang's firm affirmation, Wang Bin said no more, standing quietly to the side.

A little over an hour later, Gu Fang returned with a decoction brewed from medicine. The liquid was very faint, containing only the Soul-Reviving Grass with no supplementary herbs. In truth, Elder Qiao required no adjuncts; only the Soul-Reviving Grass could affect him, and adding other herbs would be useless. Zhang Yang gently administered the light broth into Elder Qiao’s mouth. Immediately, the darkness on Elder Qiao’s Yintang (Glabella area) faded significantly, reduced by more than half from its initial state. These signs confirmed that Elder Qiao’s body was recovering, and doing so favorably.

Time crawled by. Elder Qiao's family members continuously entered to check on him, and Zhang Yang patiently explained things to reassure them. Later, Wang Bin joined the explanatory duties. John and the other foreign experts had departed the ward, replaced by a new rotation of doctors. With Zhang Yang's permission, John and his colleagues excitedly and joyfully carried away the few discarded silver needles. Seeing them so thrilled and energized by a handful of waste needles made Zhang Yang feel a touch helpless. Dealing with the continuous stream of visitors began to wear on him, so he slipped out of the ward to wait in the adjacent lounge where John and the others were stationed.

After Zhang Yang left, the doctors like Wang Bin also vacated the ward, allowing more of the Qiao family members to enter and watch over their patriarch. Gu Fang and Li Wei also entered, eager to wait for Elder Qiao’s promised awakening that day.

"Brother, it seems everything went smoothly this time. Just what kind of island did Doctor Zhang go to, to find such an inconspicuous herb?" Gu Fang quietly asked while sitting by the bedside, clearly intrigued by the sea voyage to gather the medicine.

"Smoothly?" Li Wei looked up in astonishment, a shiver running down his spine. If that trip was considered smooth, then nothing could be called rough. The three of them had nearly been trapped there forever; Li Wei vividly remembered the sheer power of the Long-Armed Spirit Ape.

Seeing Li Wei’s reaction, Gu Fang frowned. "Brother, what's wrong with you?"

"Nothing, we were quite fortunate. It's just that the herb was incredibly hard to distinguish; we searched for a long time before finding it," Li Wei quickly shook his head. He remembered his promise to Zhang Yang—he absolutely would not divulge anything he shouldn't, not even to his own cousin, Gu Fang, whom Zhang Yang knew.

"Is that really so?" Gu Fang looked at him suspiciously, clearly doubting his answer.

"What else could it be? I was just thinking how lucky we were to find the herb successfully. Otherwise, the consequences would have been unimaginable!" Li Wei forced a smile, suppressing the fear in his heart, determined not to dwell on those previous moments.

Gu Fang relaxed, nodding in agreement. "Yes, thankfully we found it. Otherwise, I truly don't know if the Old Master could have survived this crisis!" He then brightened slightly with excitement and continued, "Last time, I mentioned it to Zhang Yang, and he was confident he could restore the Old Master's condition. When I went back and told my uncle and the others, no one believed me. They should believe me now, shouldn't they? If the Old Master can fully recover, that would be wonderful!"

"He can, he absolutely can!" Looking at Gu Fang, Li Wei nodded with certainty. When Zhang Yang acted, he believed it was possible. He knew exactly how formidable Zhang Yang was; such an incredible master surely had the means to improve their grandfather’s condition.

"You also believe Zhang Yang can do it?" This time, Gu Fang had no doubt, assuming Li Wei shared the profound confidence that this recent event had instilled in him regarding Zhang Yang.

"What's wrong with you all?" A faint voice suddenly sounded, soft yet carrying an undeniable air of authority. Had the room not been so hushed by everyone’s reverence, the voice might have been missed entirely.

Everyone in the ward turned toward the bed. The next moment, every eye widened into perfect circles, faces alight with immense, joyous surprise. Elder Qiao, who had been lying in the bed, had opened his eyes at some unknown moment, and it was he who had spoken.

"Dad, you're awake! You're finally awake, that's wonderful!" A woman lunged forward and burst into tears, burying herself against him. This was Gu Fang's aunt, Elder Qiao’s youngest daughter, the woman Zhang Yang had first met. She was only in her thirties, not much older than Gu Fang, and she had spent the most time keeping vigil by her father’s side.

"Xiao Fang, quickly, go call Doctor Zhang—no, Divine Doctor Zhang!" Another man, his eyes still red-rimmed, excitedly ordered Gu Fang.

Gu Fang paused slightly, then nodded quickly and hurried out. Elder Qiao was awake, and Zhang Yang had to be notified immediately. Although Wang Bin was nominally still the attending physician, everyone in that room now regarded Zhang Yang as the one who had truly treated Elder Qiao, the one who had created this miracle. Previously, the other doctors had declared the situation critical, even urging them to prepare for the end. Thus, their title for him had changed—Doctor Zhang was now Divine Doctor Zhang.

Gu Fang rushed out, while the others clustered excitedly around Elder Qiao. His single sentence had been perfectly clear; before this recent attack, his speech had been slurred and difficult.

"Dad, it’s wonderful that you’re okay, just wonderful," the woman sobbed, while the others crowded around the bedside. After speaking that one sentence, Elder Qiao remained silent, but his eyes stayed open, taking in the people around him.

In the nearby lounge, Gu Fang nearly charged through the doorway, shouting, "Zhang Yang! My grandpa is awake! My grandpa is awake!"

"What? Elder Qiao is really awake?" The first person to react wasn't Zhang Yang, but Wang Bin, who stood up and asked in sheer astonishment. Gu Fang nodded excitedly, then looked toward Zhang Yang, his eyes brimming with awe. Zhang Yang had promised Elder Qiao could be saved, and he had saved him; he had said the old man would wake today, and he woke today. In Gu Fang's mind, Zhang Yang had become omnipotent.

"He woke up a little earlier than I anticipated. Let's go take a look," Zhang Yang said, standing up with a slight smile. Elder Qiao’s awakening was indeed sooner than his projection. This was, after all, the first time he had used the Soul-Reviving Grass for healing, so his initial estimate had been conservative. The early awakening suggested the herb's medicinal power was even greater than he had calculated.

The other doctors in the lounge also stood up, but they did not follow. The ward couldn't accommodate so many people, and they would likely be blocked anyway; it was better to wait where they were. After Zhang Yang and Gu Fang left, these experts began to discuss it amongst themselves again. He was awake—truly awake. The patient they had judged to be certain of death had not only had his life extended but had actually regained consciousness. This was beyond miraculous; as Wang Bin thought, it was a divine manifestation created by human hands. Witnessing the birth of such a miracle, these doctors were also deeply moved. Some were already contemplating how they might research it further to publish an article.