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Chapter 202: Chapter 170: Wen Xin’s Strange Condition
Fang Cheng sat cross-legged on the floor. 𝔫𝖔𝔳𝔭𝔲𝔟.𝖈𝔬𝔪
Surrounded by various items he had brought back from Yong’an Island.
A uniquely designed anesthesia gun, equipped with thirty needle cartridges of strong anesthetic.
A black medicine box, containing a syringe and five vials of blue liquid injections.
Blue fluorescent light seeped through, eye-catching and unusual.
These were spoils of war obtained from members of the Noah Organization.
Beside them lay a white mask, two pieces of porcelain bowls and plates, and three incense burners, box-shaped gold and silver artifacts.
These were antiques from a sunken ship found near the seafloor rift, their exact value yet unknown.
But Fang Cheng could be certain that the mask was an incredibly rare treasure.
It appeared to be made of plaster, yet it was impervious even to submachine gun bullets.
Not only was it durable, it also possessed elastic properties, perfectly fitting his face.
Aside from its high utility.
The eyes were embedded with two rubies, crystal clear and of exceptional quality, selling them alone would not yield a small sum.
Of course, Fang Cheng would definitely not sell this mask.
Its performance in a fierce battle had already proven its practical utility far beyond its value as an antique.
The last gray and white metal box contained the ancient relics.
This object emitted strong radiation, which was very dangerous for ordinary people.
A radiation-proof safe would need to be customized in the future for storage.
Fang Cheng’s gaze carefully swept over all items, landing on the five antiques.
He then picked up his phone, dialed a number, and called Ma Donghe.
After a few rings, the call was quickly connected.
"Hello, hello, Ah Cheng, you’re finally back!"
As soon as the call was connected, a rough voice came through the speaker.
Hearing the familiar voice, Fang Cheng smiled and said:
"Where are you? Shall we meet up tonight?"
"Ah, don’t you know yet?"
On the other end, Ma Donghe seemed taken aback, then informed Fang Cheng:
"Wen Xin had an accident, she is now in Jiangbei Hospital..."
Upon hearing this, Fang Cheng’s brow furrowed, and his smile immediately faded.
.................
Jiangbei Hospital.
A yellow taxi sped up and stopped outside the main entrance.
Fang Cheng got out of the car, looked up at the brightly lit hospital building.
Having just received good news from one hospital, he hurried to another, mentally preparing to face the illness.
There was a sense of the unpredictability of fate.
After consulting the lobby information desk, Fang Cheng quickly took the elevator to the thirteenth floor, the neurology ward.
He found the room where Wen Xin was located, pushed the door open and found familiar faces inside.
Wen Huixi, Zhou Xiumei, Master Lin, and Ma Donghe, who had just called him.
All had solemn faces, not speaking, and all looked up at once when they saw Fang Cheng enter.
"What happened?"
Fang Cheng’s gaze fell on Wen Xin on the bed and he immediately asked: "What happened for her to suddenly faint?"
Wen Huixi squatted in front of the bed, holding her daughter’s hand tightly, muttering:
"I don’t know, she was fine this morning, and then this happened in the afternoon... I’m so foolish, knowing my daughter’s frail body, yet I still had her work with me..."
At this moment, her eyes were red and swollen from crying, still silently wiping away the falling tears, her speech erratic.
Zhou Xiumei quickly took over the conversation, clearly explaining the situation to Fang Cheng:
"The day before yesterday afternoon, Wen Xin was helping out in the store when she suddenly fainted without any warning. No matter how much we called her, she wouldn’t wake up. Sister Wen and Master Lin took her to the hospital for treatment. After hearing about it, I also rushed over to lend a hand."
Fang Cheng slightly nodded as he heard this.
It was the 24th the day before yesterday, the very day he had returned, no wonder he didn’t see them at home that evening.
However, Wen Xin is so young, to suddenly fall ill and faint, could it be...
A troubling thought flashed through his mind instantly.
Zhou Xiumei then went on with a slightly distressed explanation:
"The doctors have conducted several full-body checks which all showed no issues. They just did a brain MRI this morning, and nothing has been found yet. But Wen Xin still won’t wake up, and now we can only undergo some conservative rehabilitation treatments."
Master Lin also chimed in with a furrowed brow:
"When Wen Xin fainted, I felt her pulse; her breathing and heartbeat were within the normal range. Logically, there shouldn’t be any major problems with her body."
Fang Cheng exhaled softly, slightly relieved.
At that moment, however, Ma Donghe shouted loudly:
"I think the doctors here are not competent!"
With that, he turned to comfort Wen Huixi:
"Sis, don’t worry. I’ll ask my old man to pull some strings and transfer Wen Xin to the best hospital in East Capital. Even if there is some difficult and unique disease, we’re sure to find it out."
His words seemed to comfort her, but Wen Huixi shuddered and cried even harder.
Fang Cheng glared at Ma Donghe, signaling him not to talk nonsense.
Then he approached the sickbed to closely observe Wen Xin’s current condition.
Her face was pale from not waking up for more than two days, lacking any color.
She is now attached to a glucose IV drip, supplying fluids and energy.
Her whole body curled up, eyelids tightly closed, yet her eyelashes trembled slightly.
Moreover, fine beads of sweat appeared on her forehead, as if her body was very hot, similar to being in a nightmare.
Fang Cheng wiped her sweat and reached to hold her little hand, only to feel its iciness.
"This is night sweat."
Master Lin explained to his potential disciple: "It’s mostly due to an imbalance of yin and yang, causing bodily weakness."
Fang Cheng nodded.
Suddenly thinking of scenes in martial arts movies where True Qi is used to transmit power and treat illnesses, his eyes brightened.
He then silently circulated his Inner Breath, trying to guide a thread of extremely fine azure True Qi from his Dantian, through his arm, into his palm.
Next, through the tightly touching parts of his and Wen Xin’s fingers, he carefully injected Life Energy into her body.
But the moment the True Qi was infused,
Wen Xin’s body trembled slightly, seemingly in pain.
Seeing this, Fang Cheng immediately stopped his actions, retracting his Inner Breath.
It wouldn’t work.
The premise for the operation of True Qi requires first clearing the body’s inner blood and energy channels.
Forcing it into someone’s body could potentially cause incalculable harm.
Realizing this, Fang Cheng inwardly shook his head.
He had previously planned to use True Qi to help his grandfather recuperate after leaving the hospital, but now it seems temporarily impractical.
On the hospital bed, apart from Wen Xin’s eyelashes trembling slightly, she lay still, motionless.
Like a lifeless piece of wood, as if there was no soul in her body, only residual instincts.
This feeling of being both alive and dead, neither alive nor dead, was very peculiar.
Fang Cheng couldn’t help but think of some possibilities.
Looking up, he saw everyone’s gaze focused on him, seeing him as their mainstay.
Although he hadn’t found a solution, Fang Cheng remained composed and said:
"I believe since the doctors have not found any issues, it must not be related to her physical condition, it’s very likely a psychological issue."
"I just happen to have a friend who knows a bit about treating psychological issues, perhaps we can get her to come take a look."
