Invincible Little School Doctor

Chapter 1042: Chapter 1041: Really Cured? (Add 1 more Chapter)

”I see.”

The group of doctors suddenly understood, their gazes toward Ye Haochuan completely changed. Although they couldn’t figure out his exact method of treatment, just that one impressive display was enough to inspire trust in his abilities.

The Holy Hand Eighteen Needles and the Seven-Star Life-Renewing Needle could only stabilize Zhang Jianhui’s condition. His internal organs had undergone surgery before, which eventually resulted in complications. If Ye Haochuan hadn’t stabilized his condition back in Haishan, he would’ve already died.

Precisely because of this, Ye Haochuan could only use a medicinal bath to treat him—a method that was the fastest in terms of effectiveness.

Two hours passed in the blink of an eye.

Liu Yuanxiao returned to the ward and spoke to Ye Haochuan, ”Little Ye, the medicinal bath is ready.”

”Good, bring the patient over.” Ye Haochuan nodded and said.

A few doctors volunteered enthusiastically, pushing Zhang Jianhui to the location where the medicinal bath had been prepared.

Before them stood a giant clay pot placed over roaring flames. From afar, the thick, pungent scent of herbs could be smelled, its sharpness stinging the nostrils.

Inside the large pot, viscous liquid bubbled violently, the sight causing everyone’s scalp to tingle.

”Leave the next steps to me!”

Ye Haochuan pushed Zhang Jianhui toward the pot. His actions seemed to suggest that he was about to toss Zhang Jianhui straight into it. Instantly, everyone’s expressions changed—was he really going to cook the man?

”Doctor Ye, are... are you planning to put my son into that pot?” Xia Lingqing asked nervously. She knew just how high that temperature was. Sending her son into the pot—he wouldn’t survive, right? Wouldn’t he just be boiled alive?

”Yes. Your son’s internal organs, having gone through previous surgeries and your later misguided treatments, have deteriorated to the point of critical illness. Only through the medicinal bath can he be fully cured,” Ye Haochuan nodded and explained. ”What’s wrong? Don’t believe me?”

Xia Lingqing was momentarily conflicted. The temperature was so high, it felt absurd. Could her son even endure it? Especially in his current critical condition—wouldn’t this make his death come faster?

”It’s not that I don’t believe you, Doctor Ye. It just seems too ridiculous. My son is critically ill. Forget about him enduring such high temperatures—no healthy person could withstand that!” Xia Lingqing said, her skepticism clear.

Ye Haochuan felt a bit annoyed. I’m showing compassion for a mother’s distress by treating your son, and now you’re questioning me? You think I’m someone without a temper?

”Mrs. Zhang, if you think this is absurd, I can simply stop treating him and leave right now.” Ye Haochuan shrugged indifferently. Whether her son lived or died, it didn’t concern him anymore—he had already done what he could. Leaving now wouldn’t weigh on his conscience.

Hearing that Ye Haochuan was ready to leave, Xia Lingqing panicked. Earlier, the technique Ye Haochuan demonstrated in the ward had deeply impressed her, filling her with hope that he could save her son. She quickly waved her hands, ”No, no! That’s not what I meant. I was just wondering if there’s a gentler treatment method.”

”There is!” Ye Haochuan answered without hesitation.

”Then can we use that method for the treatment?” Xia Lingqing’s eyes lit up at the possibility. She wasn’t the only one—Zhang Hengyi and Zhang Zongyao also perked up in response.

”That’s an option, but it works much slower. Moreover, I have other matters to attend to and can’t always be here. If something like today’s episode happens while I’m not available, it wouldn’t be surprising,” Ye Haochuan replied.

He had a busy life—where would he find the time to keep treating Zhang Jianhui? The medicinal bath offered the fastest solution, taking less than an hour.

”Your call now: immediate results or dragging it out slowly. Either is fine with me since I’ve done my best,” Ye Haochuan said.

”I...” Xia Lingqing hadn’t expected this dilemma and found herself at a loss.

Zhang Hengyi also fell quiet and contemplative. Ye Haochuan wouldn’t respond well to aggressive behavior, and recalling the technique he had demonstrated earlier, Zhang Hengyi felt certain even his personal bodyguards couldn’t stop Ye Haochuan if necessary. ”Doctor Ye, how confident are you that the medicinal bath will heal my son?”

”Absolutely confident!”

Ye Haochuan answered firmly, almost dismissively. What kind of joke was that? As the successor of the Holy Hand, if he couldn’t handle such a minor issue, he might as well quit and farm for a living.

”Really?” Zhang Hengyi still had doubts.

”Of course!”

Seeing Ye Haochuan’s unwavering confidence, Zhang Hengyi suddenly made up his mind. ”Alright, I agree to use the medicinal bath to treat my son!”

”Hengyi, are you insane?” Xia Lingqing couldn’t believe her husband had agreed to this. She momentarily thought he had lost his mind.

Zhang Hengyi smiled grimly, ”I’m not insane. But what other choice do we have? At this point, all we can do is trust him!”

Everyone fell silent. Zhang Jianhui’s illness had left them helpless, even foreign medical teams had nearly killed him with an injection attempt.

”I agree too!” Xia Lingqing finally conceded in resignation.

With Zhang Hengyi and Xia Lingqing’s approval, Ye Haochuan immediately began the treatment. Seeing him stir spiritual energy to envelop Zhang Jianhui and toss him into the large clay pot was a spectacle that stunned everyone yet again, their eyes filled with astonishment.

Ye Haochuan’s cultivation level had already reached the Foundation Establishment Early Stage, with an abundant Longevity Spirit Qi. Under the guidance of his spiritual energy, the medicinal properties of the herbs surged into Zhang Jianhui’s internal organs.

Ye Haochuan’s hands didn’t pause either—one silver needle after another was inserted into Zhang Jianhui’s body.

After five or six minutes, Ye Haochuan suddenly pulled Zhang Jianhui out of the pot. At this point, Zhang Jianhui’s entire body appeared scorched, his skin essentially cooked until it peeled apart.

Seeing her son practically ”cooked,” Xia Lingqing fainted on the spot. How could he possibly survive after being roasted alive?

Putting his unconscious wife aside, Zhang Hengyi lunged toward Ye Haochuan, his rage evident: ”I’ll make you pay for my son’s life!”

”Stand back!”

Ye Haochuan waved his hand, and an invisible barrier repelled Zhang Hengyi. He continued focusing on the treatment.

At this moment, Zhang Jianhui’s internal organs were practically fine, even his shattered bones had begun to heal rapidly.

After another thirty minutes, Zhang Jianhui’s necrotic skin began to shed. Ye Haochuan finally exhaled in relief—the treatment was successfully completed.

”It’s done now. He’ll wake up shortly. I’ll prescribe some herbal medicines for morning and evening use daily. He’ll be able to walk again in a week,” Ye Haochuan said, already jotting down a list of medicinal herbs on white paper.

”He’s really cured?”

Zhang Hengyi couldn’t believe it—after seeing his son’s nearly ”cooked” state, was he really fine now?

”If you don’t believe me, you can run a comprehensive checkup on him and see for yourself,” Ye Haochuan said.

Ten minutes later, the report came back. Sure enough, as Ye Haochuan claimed, there was nothing wrong with Zhang Jianhui’s condition anymore. Not only that, his bones were growing rapidly, eliminating the need for amputation—a result the other doctors could only describe as miraculous.