Before Zhang Yang inserted the needles, the child’s eyes had already stopped weeping blood; nothing seemed amiss apart from the crimson streaks staining his face. But once Zhang Yang completed the insertion of all eight needles, the child’s eyes began to stream with blood-tinged tears anew, and the pupils, previously crisscrossed with red veins, swelled and turned a deep purple. In that moment, a wave of shock rippled through everyone present!

The observing hospital representatives gasped, some openly displaying pity for the child, while others secretly scoffed, concluding Zhang Yang was all hype and no substance. Even worse, Zhou Guofeng, the representative from Jingren Hospital who had been publicly humiliated by Zhang Yang earlier, let out several cold snorts, his face alight with malicious glee, practically itching to accuse Zhang Yang of being a charlatan.

Seeing this, Guo Yong’s legs buckled, and he nearly collapsed. He was only prevented from total public disgrace by the steadying hand of his old classmate, Zhu Daoqi, Vice Dean of Changjing Medical College.

“Old Guo, don’t panic…” Zhu Daoqi’s voice trembled slightly. This outcome was utterly beyond his imagination. He had personally witnessed Zhang Yang’s medical prowess; that was why he hadn't doubted Zhang Yang when he chose such a critical point as the temple for needling. Despite the alarming change in the patient, Zhu Daoqi held onto his inner belief in Zhang Yang. He supported his old classmate, unsure of what to say, hoping against hope for a miracle.

Meanwhile, Director Wang from Jinghe Hospital was the first to lose his composure. Witnessing the child’s sudden severe symptoms, he became wildly triumphant and immediately began shouting at Guo Yong, demanding he take full responsibility.

Supported by Zhu Daoqi, Guo Yong managed to gather himself. His lips were parched, but he showed no annoyance at being aggressively confronted by his own subordinate. His gaze was vacant, fixed on the child, filled only with regret and remorse—as if condemning himself for over-trusting a young man and, in doing so, harming an unaged child.

Yet, Guo Yong harbored no grudge against Zhang Yang. This was entirely his choice; he had opted to trust Zhang Yang and grant him the opportunity to perform the needling. All responsibility truly rested on him alone.

Zhu Daoqi gripped the arm supporting Guo Yong tightly. As Guo Yong’s classmate, he understood the words forming on his friend’s lips. He squeezed hard, urging Guo Yong to wait just a moment longer. After all, Zhang Yang was still standing by the bedside, the needles not yet withdrawn—a miracle might still occur.

This student of Zhang Yang’s had manufactured too many miracles in the past; Zhu Daoqi clung to this belief like a lifeline, still willing to trust him.

But then, the child let out another sudden, agonizing moan. This sound shattered the fragile composure Guo Yong had maintained. His eyes instantly flooded with tears, an old man weeping uncontrollably. Ignoring Zhu Daoqi’s subtle cue, he spoke out: “I will take the primary responsibility for this medical accident!”

“You take responsibility? Can you afford to?” Hearing Guo Yong, Director Wang leaped nearly three feet high, his finger nearly jabbing Guo Yong’s nose. “This is a child, a flower of the nation! Because you trusted an intern who hasn’t even graduated, you’ve blinded him! Guo Yong, your actions not only violate hospital regulations but also constitute a crime. Tell me, how will you take responsibility!”

“I said I would be responsible, and I will see it through to the end!” Guo Yong seemed unable to bear Director Wang’s aggressive badgering any longer. He wiped his eyes, and his slightly stooped frame suddenly straightened. He retorted fiercely, “I will resign over this matter and accept any legal sanction against me!”

“Guo Yong…” Zhu Daoqi was at a loss for words. Since the needling was performed by a student from his own Changjing Medical College, he, as Vice Dean, could not entirely evade involvement either.

No one had anticipated such a scene unfolding.

“No one rush to judgment just yet…”

At that moment, an aged voice suddenly cut through the tension.

It belonged to Director Li of Xiehe Hospital. This senior director had been intensely focused on Zhang Yang since the first needle was placed, his brow tightly furrowed. He had been too absorbed to speak until the patient’s sudden affliction plunged the emergency room into chaos, which finally broke his concentration. Seeing Guo Yong so hastily claim responsibility, Director Li spoke up calmly.

“It wouldn’t hurt to wait until the young man finishes needling before drawing conclusions.”

As a department head from one of the capital’s premier hospitals, his word immediately quieted the messy emergency room.

At this point, Zhang Yang, who was administering the treatment, showed no sign of alarm. On the contrary, he let out a long breath, a visible relaxation, and a slight upward curve touched his lips in a faint smile. However, facing everyone else, no one noticed his expression.

The Neijin (Internal Energy) had circulated through the child’s Tianying, Jingming, Sibai, and Taiyang acupoints via the silver needles. Only upon hearing the child’s pained moan did Zhang Yang realize it was time to withdraw them!

The chaos in the emergency room had zero effect on Zhang Yang. He stood by the bedside as if only he and the child existed there, perfectly focused amidst the swirling vortex.

Withdrawal!

Zhang Yang instantly severed the Neijin flowing through the needles. All eight silver needles popped out of the child’s four acupoints simultaneously.

With a grand sweep of his hand, Zhang Yang recalled every needle back into his palm.

The onlookers in the emergency room were once again stunned by this technique of needle withdrawal. If not for the child’s preceding abnormal symptoms, many would surely have cried out in approval!

“Zhang—Zhang Yang, how is the child now?” Zhu Daoqi finally couldn't contain himself and asked first.

Zhang Yang smiled faintly, took a sterile towel from a nurse who looked nearly stunned, and personally began wiping away the freshly leaked blood-tears from the corners of the child’s eyes.

And when Zhang Yang wiped away the residue of the blood-tears, a miracle occurred!

The previously swollen eyeballs gradually flattened. As Zhang Yang gently parted the child’s eyelids, his eyes showed no trace of discoloration; even the dense network of blood vessels had completely vanished. The previously upturned whites of his eyes were perfectly normal.

“He’s fine,” Zhang Yang nodded with a smile to Zhu Daoqi, then turned his attention to Director Wang, who had been shouting the loudest earlier.

During the treatment, Director Wang had been the most bothersome and noisy presence. While focused on saving the child, Zhang Yang had no time for the little clown, but now that the child was well, he had time to deal with this man.

Guo Yong might have forgotten, but Zhang Yang had not. This was the man who had initially misdiagnosed the child’s eye condition.

Hearing Zhang Yang declare the child was fine, Director Li of Xiehe Hospital was the first to move, stepping forward to flip up the child’s eyelid and conduct a meticulous examination.

“This child’s eyes—everything is normal?!” Director Li, nearly sixty years old, suddenly raised his voice, drawing out the final syllable of “normal” to an extreme length—first with doubt, followed by absolute astonishment!

“What!” “What!” “What!”

The questions came almost in unison from Director Wang, Guo Yong, and Zhou Guofeng. However, Zhou Guofeng’s tone of surprise was the highest, almost drowning out the other two.

It was understandable that Director Wang and Guo Yong exclaimed; they had both examined the patient beforehand and knew the severity of the situation. Even a subconjunctival hemorrhage was no minor issue. But how could Director Li from the capital say everything was normal?

Everything normal? Did that imply the child’s eyes were never afflicted in the first place?

Then how could the preceding blood-tears and the conditions they had detected be explained?

Director Li was aware of this contradiction, which troubled him greatly. In his peripheral vision, he saw Zhou Guofeng standing with his mouth wide open in disbelief, which immediately sparked his anger.

Zhou Guofeng’s questioning tone stemmed from his complete ignorance of the facts. He had just witnessed Zhang Yang apparently blinding the child, so how could Director Li from Xiehe Hospital suddenly declare everything perfectly fine? He hadn't thought deeply about it, but his expression, as it registered in Director Li’s sight, conveyed something entirely different!

“What, you don’t believe what I’m saying?” Director Li forcibly suppressed his fury, his tone unnervingly cold as he fixed his gaze on Zhou Guofeng. “I haven’t been an ophthalmologist for one or two years. Though I’m older now, my eyes haven’t gone dim!”

“Jingren Private Hospital, is it?” Director Li glared at Zhou Guofeng before adding, “I’ll remember that.”

“No, that’s not…” Zhou Guofeng was near tears. The man before him was a director at Xiehe Hospital, one of the capital’s leading institutions. He was merely a junior Vice Dean in Changjing, and while his position title might be higher, his official standing was vastly inferior.

Zhou Guofeng, who moments ago had been gloating, was now scrambling to save himself, feeling as anxious as an ant on a hot griddle. Being marked by someone like Director Li meant he wouldn't sleep soundly or eat peacefully for a long time.

“It’s good that he’s fine, it’s good that he’s fine!” Guo Yong couldn't handle the emotional rollercoaster. He insisted on personally going over to examine the child repeatedly. After confirming the child’s eyes were completely unharmed, he let out a massive sigh of relief, finally lowering the taut, high-hanging anxiety in his heart.

“The child’s eye ailment is cured by me.” At this moment, Zhang Yang stated calmly to Director Wang, “Director Wang, didn’t you say earlier that if something went wrong, you would take full responsibility?”

Director Wang also found it hard to believe the child’s eyes were completely fine. After Guo Yong finished his check, Wang personally examined them once more and, finding the child’s eyes indeed completely normal, was left completely stunned.

When Zhang Yang suddenly questioned him, he answered almost subconsciously: “Yes, yes!”

Then, Director Wang snapped back to reality and hastily tried to backtrack: “Well, since the child is fine, let’s forget about the responsibility…”

“You misdiagnosed the issue, and now you expect it to just disappear because you say so!” Zhang Yang’s voice suddenly rose, carrying an inherent authority that brooked no argument!