Absolute training with military doting

Invitation

chapter eight

"Go and grasp his head, exposing the nape of his neck," disregarding the skeptical glances from others, Mu Lin calmly instructed. "Remember, be cautious, and above all, ensure he doesn't move his head while I administer the needle."

A single motion following the injection, the slightest deviation could be the difference between life and death, a fatal wound.

"Understood," the woman nodded, complying as best she could. At this moment, she was at a loss for what to do; if only she hadn't ventured out alone with the child. Now, regret was a belated sentiment.

Her only hope now was that her precious one would remain unharmed.

The silver needle glowed with heat after sterilization, approaching slowly.

Witnessing Mu Lin's actions, those spectating were entirely captivated.

With just one needle, several individuals distinctly felt that the child beneath their hands had ceased convulsing.

So efficacious!

A chorus of astonishment echoed.

Three needles later, the child, awakening slowly, appeared somewhat fatigued.

Rising to her feet, Mu Lin stowed away her tools, retrieved pen and paper, and handed a prescription to the woman. "Follow this prescription, decoct the herbs for three meals a day. In three days, the blood clots in the brain will disperse. If you're skeptical or find traditional Chinese medicine unpalatable, you can revisit the hospital for a reexamination." Western medicine treats symptoms, while traditional Chinese medicine addresses the root cause, albeit with a longer timeframe. In her practice, time was never a concern, merely a matter of belief or disbelief.

However, if the other party doubted her, it was not her concern. If it weren't for the pitiable state of the child, she wouldn't have intervened.

Mu Lin could be resolute with anyone, except for children. It was because when her master brought her back, she too was just a child. Without her master, there would be no Mu Lin today.

After her words, Mu Lin turned and departed, long gone by the time the woman and onlookers regained their composure.

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"Miss, please wait a moment." Flagging down a taxi at random, Mu Lin opened the car door. Unfortunately, before she could get in, a slightly anxious shout reached her ears. She paused, turning around to see a figure, somewhat breathless, running toward her.

Closing the car door, Mu Lin calmly observed the elderly man panting before her. As for the taxi behind her, it had long been snatched by someone else. She shifted slightly to the side, quietly watching the old man.

Looking at Mu Lin, the formerly stern expression on the old man's face transformed into a kindly and approachable demeanor. His smile was radiant. "Young lady, you almost had me running."

Upon hearing this address, Mu Lin's body slightly trembled. Even her habitual faint smile momentarily faded. However, she quickly regained composure and addressed the old man, "May I ask if there's something you need?" Though polite, there was a hint of detachment in her tone.

The old man first shook his head, then nodded. "Actually, it's nothing major. I just wanted to ask about your medical skills. They are truly remarkable."

In the present, while traditional Chinese medicine existed, he knew of someone around his age who was highly skilled in it. The man was considered a master. However, after witnessing Mu Lin's needle technique, he couldn't help but feel that this young girl's medical proficiency might rival, or even surpass, that master. At least in the aspect of acupuncture, Mu Lin seemed to have a slight edge.

Acupuncture, the most challenging aspect of traditional Chinese medicine to comprehend, given the complexity of the body's acupoints. Not everyone could grasp it accurately, let alone someone as young as Mu Lin. It indicated that her master must be an extraordinary individual.

He thought that if the old man he knew were to meet this young girl, he would surely regard her as a treasure. Unfortunately, she belonged to someone else as a disciple.

Upon hearing the old man's words, Mu Lin's lips curved slightly. "My master." Mu Lin didn't mind others praising her, but she enjoyed hearing compliments about her master.

The elderly man before her was not displeasing to her.

"I wonder where your master is at this moment. If there's a chance, I'd like to meet the old man," the old man referred to himself as such, genuinely fond of Mu Lin.

However, when the old man mentioned her master, the curve of Mu Lin's lips gradually smoothed out. Then, it curved up again. "My master has gone to a place I cannot reach for now." Her voice carried a hint of melancholy.

Yes, temporarily unreachable. However, sooner or later, they would meet again. If there were truly heaven and hell in the world, in this life or the next.

"That's a pity. But I believe you will surely reunite with him someday," the old man, not understanding the situation, thought Mu Lin's master had gone to a distant place or abroad, offering comforting words.

Feeling a bit regretful, he also thought it would be wonderful if he had the chance to introduce the old man to Mu Lin's master. He would undoubtedly be overjoyed.

Mu Lin nodded lightly, saying no more.

"Oh, by the way, I almost forgot to introduce myself. Look at my forgetful mind." There was a brief silence, and the next moment, the old man suddenly slapped his forehead, hastily introducing himself. "Young lady, my surname is Zhou. If you're willing, you can call me Grandpa Zhou." In this way, he would be extremely pleased.

At this moment, the old man was merely taking advantage of words. After all, it had been a long time since he had seen a child that he found so appealing.

"Mr. Zhou." Unfortunately, Mu Lin did not accept this form of address. Nevertheless, addressing him as "Mr. Zhou" was not inappropriate. She paused for a moment before continuing, "Mr. Zhou, you can call me Mu Lin."

Seeing that Mu Lin was not buying it, Zhou Yiwen just smiled casually. "Mu Miss."

Although the girl in front of him seemed gentle and harmless on the surface, there was an aura of detachment about her. It was probably not that simple. Such a person would only reveal their complete self when truly cared for or trusted. Considering this, Zhou Jianxing, as if suddenly realizing something, looked at Mu Lin with a more serious gaze.

"Miss Mu, I wonder if you would be interested in working at our hospital? Part-time is also acceptable."