The Sickly Regent Prince Who Was Abandoned as a Substitute Bride

Chapter 353

After overcoming numerous hardships and dangers, Ye Jingchu finally gathered all three kinds of spiritual herbs. Exhausted but overjoyed, he rushed back to the clinic. Upon arrival, he didn't dare rest for a moment and immediately threw himself into the intense work of treating the patient. He meticulously prepared the medicine, calculating the precise dosage of each herb and performing every step of the process with utmost care. After preparing the medicine, he then used his superb acupuncture skills, stimulating the patient's acupoints with silver needles in an attempt to draw out the parasitic worms residing within his body.

This was a race against death, every moment filled with tension and challenge. After several days and nights of tireless effort, the patient's condition finally took a turn for the better and began to gradually improve. His complexion slowly regained its rosy hue, and his breathing became steady and strong.

Only then did Ye Jingchu learn that the patient was actually a prince from a neighboring country. The prince was deeply grateful to Ye Jingchu for saving his life. He tightly grasped Ye Jingchu's hand, his eyes filled with gratitude and admiration: "I will never forget your kindness, divine physician. If it weren't for you, I would have already perished. In the future, I will certainly do my utmost to promote friendly relations between our two countries and ensure lasting peace." At the same time, the prince warmly invited Ye Jingchu to travel to other countries to exchange medical knowledge and spread this life-saving medical technique further.

Ye Jingchu gladly accepted the prince's invitation. He carefully selected his medical books, which he had meticulously written over the years, as well as some precious medicinal samples. With curiosity and a spirit of exploration for unknown medical techniques, he embarked on his journey to a foreign land.

In a foreign land, Ye Jing encountered many illnesses he had never seen before in his home country and experienced the unique and ingenious local treatments. He humbly sought advice from the local doctors and shared his medical skills without reservation. His insightful explanations and miraculous medical techniques left the foreign doctors in awe.

As time went by, Ye Jingchu's name not only spread throughout his own country but also reached other nations like a spring breeze. He became a truly renowned physician, deeply respected and loved. But no matter how illustrious his fame became, he always remembered his master's teaching of "a physician's heart is benevolent," dedicating his life to helping and saving lives, using his medical skills and compassion to bring hope and health to countless people.

On an ordinary day, night fell as dark as ink, and the hustle and bustle of the foreign streets gradually subsided, leaving only the warm yellow light emanating from the clinic. Inside, Ye Jingchu, dressed in a plain robe, stood focused, his slender fingers skillfully treating the patient before him. His brow was slightly furrowed, his eyes revealing the composure and concern unique to a physician, as he occasionally inquired softly about the patient's symptoms, diligently taking notes.

Suddenly, a commotion broke the tranquility of the clinic. Immediately afterward, a group of armored soldiers rushed in, their steps hurried and their expressions anxious. In the middle of them, they carried a pale-faced, weak-breathing young man.

The soldier in charge stepped forward and said urgently, with a hint of command, "Doctor, please save him! This is the only son of a wealthy local merchant. We don't know what happened, but he suddenly fell into a coma. We've consulted many famous doctors, but none of them can do anything about it."

Despite the soldiers' recklessness and haste, Ye Jingchu remained calm and stepped forward. He first carefully observed the patient's complexion, which was bluish-purple and bloodless, as if shrouded in frost. Then, he reached out and gently placed his hand on the patient's pulse, carefully feeling its strength. After a moment, his brow furrowed, and he thought to himself, "This pulse is unusually erratic and extremely troublesome. I have never seen such a complex symptom before."

He stood there in deep thought for a long time, his mind racing through all the medical classics he had studied and the difficult cases he had treated in the past, pondering possible effective treatments. Finally, his gaze hardened, and he decided to try acupuncture, a method he had never used before. This acupuncture technique was extremely complex, requiring a high degree of concentration and precision; the slightest mistake could endanger the patient's life, but at this point, there was no other way.

He turned and walked to the medicine cabinet in the clinic, taking out specially made long needles. These needles gleamed with a cool light under the lamp, each one meticulously polished, embodying his dedication and pursuit of medical skills. Holding the needles, he slowly approached the patient, his eyes becoming sharp and focused, as if everything around him had ceased to exist, and the whole world consisted only of him and the patient before him.

Once he located the acupoints, his hand was as steady as a rock, precisely inserting long needles one after another into the patient's acupoints. With each needle insertion, he could feel the subtle reactions of the patient's body, and with his rich experience and keen perception, he constantly adjusted the strength and angle of the needling technique.

Everyone around was caught up in the tense atmosphere, involuntarily holding their breath and staring intently at Ye Jingchu's every move, afraid of missing a single moment. Time seemed to freeze at that moment, and every second felt incredibly long.

Finally, amidst everyone's anxious waiting, a miracle occurred. The patient's fingers twitched slightly, then his eyelids began to flutter gently, and he slowly opened his eyes. His once dull and lifeless eyes were now filled with renewed vitality and radiance.

"He's awake! He's awake!" the soldiers cheered excitedly, their faces beaming with joy and excitement.

After this incident, Ye Jingchu's fame spread like wildfire throughout various countries. Upon hearing the news, royal families from different nations dispatched envoys with generous gifts and sincere invitations, earnestly requesting that he reside permanently in their countries to treat the illnesses of their royal family members and nobles. These envoys spoke earnestly, offering extremely tempting conditions, all promising high positions, great wealth, and honor.

However, despite these many temptations, Ye Jingchu's heart remained with his distant hometown. That land that gave him birth and nurtured him held memories and deep affection he could not sever. He politely declined all offers of help, and although his heart was filled with gratitude towards his foreign friends, his desire to return home was strong, and he resolutely embarked on his journey back.

On his way back home, Ye Jingchu passed through a mountain forest. Suddenly, he heard a commotion of shouts and cries ahead. Sensing something was wrong, he quickened his pace to investigate. He saw a gang of vicious bandits wielding sharp weapons, threatening a group of innocent villagers and attempting to rob them of their belongings. The villagers were terrified; some trembled, while others tried to resist, but they were powerless against the bandits' pressure.

Upon seeing this scene at night, a sense of justice arose in my heart, and I stepped forward without hesitation.