Learning to play games, a 40-year-old woman achieves a remarkable turnaround.

Chapter 107 A First Treatment on the Way Back from Delivering Medicine

After delivering the cell recovery pills to his maternal grandparents and other family members and giving them instructions, Yuan Bao walked home.

As she passed through the central village, she saw a large crowd gathered at the intersection. Curiosity drove her to quicken her pace, and as she got closer, she heard a cacophony of voices.

It turned out that a child in a village was seriously ill and had been in a coma for many days.

The child's family sought medical help everywhere, visiting hospitals and clinics large and small, but all they received were despairing replies—the cause of the illness was unknown, there was no cure, and they were told to go home and prepare for their funeral.

The elderly woman in the family couldn't bear it. She had come to the village entrance to get some fresh air and ease her depressed mood, but when someone asked her about the child's situation, the grief in her heart broke down instantly, and she couldn't help but burst into tears.

The crying was like a pebble thrown into a calm lake, creating ripples that drew more and more people to gather around.

Yuan Bao pondered to himself that he had just mastered a new medical skill, and this might be a rare opportunity to put it into practice, which would both help the child and train himself.

So, after carefully inquiring about the child's address from others, she hurried off towards her destination.

Upon arriving at the child's house, the door was not closed. Yuan Bao quietly walked into a slightly dilapidated room, and a gloomy and oppressive atmosphere immediately enveloped him.

The room was cramped and dark, with furniture arranged haphazardly. The few rays of sunlight struggled to squeeze in through the window cracks, but they could not dispel the gloom that filled the room.

Yuan Bao's gaze was drawn to the child on the bed. The child lay quietly, his face as pale as paper, his bloodless lips slightly cracked, and his chest rising and falling weakly. Each breath seemed to be a final struggle against death, as if he would stop at any moment.

From the next room, the faint sound of suppressed sobs from adults could be heard. The sobs were filled with helplessness and despair, piercing Yuan Bao's heart.

She understood that her family was trying to escape the cruel reality that their child was about to die; they were powerless to change anything and could only express their pain through tears.

Yuan Bao took a deep breath, trying to calm herself down. She slowly walked to the bedside, squatted down, and began to use her observation skills.

In an instant, she saw that the child's vital energy had turned a dark gray color, as if shrouded in a thick layer of dark clouds, and there was also a faint black pathogenic energy surging around, like a demon lurking in the darkness, constantly eroding the child's vitality.

Immediately afterwards, Yuan Bao gently grasped the child's wrist and began to make a palpation.

She slowly closed her eyes, shutting out all external distractions, and focused all her attention on the point of contact between her fingertips and the child's pulse.

With the blessing of her divine eye, her consciousness seemed to transform into an invisible force, flowing along the child's meridians.

I could clearly feel that the child's blood and qi were not flowing smoothly in a certain meridian in the head, like a rushing river being blocked by a huge reef. The turbulent water gathered and struggled here, but could not break through the obstruction.

This blockage was the key reason why the child fell into a coma.

Yuan Bao had already made a clear judgment in his mind: the child must have bumped his head earlier. Because there was no bleeding, the medical conditions at the moment could not detect this tiny meridian problem on the head.

However, the meridian in the area where the head was hit was compressed and bent, preventing the normal supply of qi and blood to the brain. Over time, this caused the child to fall into a deep sleep and remain unconscious.

She quickly took out her silver needle pouch from her storage space, picked up a needle steadily with both hands, and carefully disinfected it with an alcohol swab.

Her eyes revealed an unprecedented focus and determination as she kept recalling the location of the acupuncture points and the techniques for applying the needles.

After locating the acupoints, she inserted the silver needles without hesitation, her movements clean and swift yet gentle.

With each needle insertion, Yuan Bao could feel the child's blood and qi surging slightly, like a dormant force being awakened, striving to break through the barrier.

At the same time, she muttered incantations, guiding the child's blood and energy to return to normal flow.

As the acupuncture treatment continued, Yuan Bao's forehead gradually became covered with fine beads of sweat, and her back was also soaked with sweat, but her eyes remained firm and focused, as if everything around her was irrelevant.

Time passed by, and the room was so quiet that only Yuan Bao's steady breathing and the child's faint heartbeat could be heard.

Yuan Bao was completely focused, his forehead covered with fine beads of sweat, but his hands remained incredibly steady.

Her fingertips seemed to carry the power of life, precisely controlling the silver needles and using all her skills to guide the flow of qi and blood in the child's body.

Every twist of the needle, every application of force, reflects her unwavering dedication to saving lives.

Finally, thanks to Yuan Bao's tireless efforts, the meridians in the child's body began to vibrate and stretch slightly, like a sleeping dragon being awakened.

Under Yuan Bao's careful guidance, the stagnant blood and qi, which had been blocked for a long time, surged forth like a raging tide, breaking through the bends and blockages, and began to flow joyfully again.

The originally lifeless and dull energy gradually came to life, like a glimmer of light in the darkness.

A faint blush slowly appeared on the child's originally pale face, a sign of life reviving.

Upon seeing this, Yuan Bao quickly and gently withdrew the silver needles, his movements clean and efficient, as if afraid of disturbing the child who had just shown signs of improvement.

Then, she quietly left the room, went around to the front door, and called out loudly, "Is anyone home?"

Two adults, a man and a woman, hurried out of the room next door. They looked haggard, and their eyes were full of exhaustion and sorrow. They must be the child's parents.

Just then, a clear cough came from the small, dimly lit room: "Cough cough..." The child's eyelids trembled slightly, and he slowly opened his eyes, his eyes filled with the bewilderment of someone just waking up.

When the child's parents heard the sound, they were stunned, seemingly unable to believe their ears.

Immediately afterwards, they rushed to the bedside like arrows released from a bow, hugged the child tightly, and burst into cheers: "Egg Baby is awake! Egg Baby is awake!"

The child's parents were so moved that tears welled up in their eyes, and the tears flowed uncontrollably, soaking the child's clothes.

They held their child tightly, repeatedly saying, "Thank God, thank Buddha, thank you..." Their voices trembled with emotion.

Yuan Bao stood aside, gazing once more at the child's vital energy, which was no longer gray. A relieved smile appeared on her face as she watched this heartwarming scene, her heart filled with a sense of accomplishment.

She quietly withdrew, not wanting to disturb the family's joy of reunion.

Yuan Bao walked out of the village and came to the village entrance. He immediately saw the old man still sobbing softly under the tree.

The old man's body was hunched over, his back filled with sorrow, and his sobs tugged at Yuan Bao's heart.

Yuan Bao quickly stepped forward and gently called out, "Old man."

The old man slowly turned his head, his face streaked with tears, his cloudy eyes filled with confusion and pain.

Yuan Bao said softly, "I just passed by your house and heard someone shout, 'Egg Boy is awake!'"

These words were like a thunderclap, instantly dispelling the gloom hanging over the old man's head.

The old man was taken aback at first, then his eyes widened, and an incredulous look of surprise flashed in them.

He didn't have time to respond to Yuan Bao or wipe the tears from his face. He turned around and ran wildly towards home.

Those faltering yet hurried footsteps kicked up a trail of dust, leaving Yuan Bao with only a fleeting glimpse of his departing back.

Looking in the direction the old man had left, Yuan Bao felt a mix of emotions.

She knew that her new abilities had not only been validated in virtual training, but had also saved a life in the game world.