After locating the acupoint, she pierced it swiftly and accurately, her needling technique clearly the Thirteen Needles of the Ghost Doctor.
Feng Jin's needling was incredibly fast. In a flash of silver light, several needles, each over a dozen centimeters long, were inserted into the elder's acupoints.
After finishing the acupuncture, Feng Jin applied pressure to the acupoints with a unique technique. In less than a moment, the patient spat out a large quantity of black blood from his mouth.
Feng Jin quickly used a knife to make small incisions on his fingers, toes, and earlobes, from which black blood flowed out.
Only when the blood flowing out turned red did she apply wound medicine to the cuts.
Feng Jin helped the patient drink the medicine and then stayed by his side for the remaining time. Whether the acupuncture treatment would be effective or not would be determined in three hours, by his life or death.
"Ah..." The patient cried out in surprise, clutching his stomach and writhing on the bed, his face contorted in agony.
Feng Jin quickly administered medicine to alleviate the pain, asking, "How are you feeling now? Where does it hurt?"
"My stomach, my chest… it hurts so much…" The patient gasped for air and then fainted.
"Wake up…" Feng Jin shook her body. Seeing that she still had a pulse, she immediately began cardiopulmonary resuscitation.
Feng Jin panted heavily, beads of sweat dripping from her temples, but she dared not slacken in the slightest. Only when the patient finally regained regular breathing did Feng Jin slowly let out a sigh of relief. She had managed to pull through.
Leaning against the wall, Feng Jin's body slowly sank to the floor. Her clothes were soaked with sweat, and a slight breeze made her feel a chill.
Feng Jin pushed herself up against the wall and asked the soldiers outside the door to find her a clean set of clothes.
"Young Madam, we've left the clothes outside the door. There's also a food box that the Young General sent."
Ling Mo Han… How did he get here? She had told him not to leave the camp and come here. This man was being reckless again.
Feng Jin sighed. She didn't have the chance to scold Ling Mo Han now. After the soldiers had left, Feng Jin put on her mask and brought in the items left at the door.
Her clothes were clinging uncomfortably to her body, wet and sticky. As soon as she got the clean clothes, Feng Jin quickly changed.
It was then that she noticed the food box Ling Mo Han had sent. As soon as she opened it, the aroma of the food wafted towards her. She had no appetite earlier, but she couldn't resist the temptation and took a few bites.
At the bottom of the food box were her favorite pastries. Feng Jin picked one up and took a gentle bite, the sweet fragrance spreading in her mouth.
When one is tired, sweet food can best replenish one's energy. Feng Jin ate several pieces and then shared the remaining pastries with Yunyun and Xiaoniang.
"Madam, these pastries are really delicious. I've never tasted anything like them before."
Yunyun held the pastry in her hands, reluctant to eat it. She had never seen such exquisite, beautiful, and delicious pastries in her life. She wished she could take some home for her mother and younger siblings.
"Madam, can I take the pastries home? My mother loves sweets the most… But ever since my father passed away, Mother hasn't had any pastries."
The last half-sentence was spoken in a very low voice, and Yunyun unconsciously lowered her head.
After her father passed away, her mother had single-handedly raised the three of them through hardship. She had also fallen ill and was reluctant to even buy medicine, let alone pastries.
"These are for you. When the plague is over, I'll make even better pastries for you to take home to your mother."
Yunyun's eyes lit up instantly. "Thank you, Madam. You are truly a great person. The Bodhisattva will surely bless you with no disasters, no hardships, and with peace and joy."
Madam is truly the kindest person in this world, beautiful and benevolent.
"You have a sweet tongue. Listening to you speak so eloquently, you don't sound like a village girl at all. Have you studied before?"
The more Feng Jin looked at Yunyun, the more she felt that her every move and tone of voice were polite and measured, unlike ordinary girls from common families. She seemed more like a young lady from a scholarly family.
"Madam, you don't know, Yunyun's father was a teacher in our village. He taught us children to read for free. It's a pity that year there was a flood, and the teacher was swept away by the water while trying to save people."
Xiaoniang said regretfully, lowering her head in melancholy. Since the teacher's passing, no one had taught them to read anymore.
"I'm sorry, Yunyun, for bringing up your sad memories. Your father was a great hero who sacrificed his life to save others. You should keep your father's glorious deeds in your heart and always be proud of him, taking him as your role model."
Feng Jin patted Yunyun's shoulder, encouraging her.
"I understand, Madam. My father was a great hero, and I want to be like him and help as many people as I can."
Yunyun's young face was full of radiance, a reflection of her reverence for her father and her steadfast belief.
"I want to help more people too, just like Father. That would be honoring the teacher's teachings."
Feng Jin smiled as she looked at them. Although they were girls and young, they were shouldering heavy responsibilities with their delicate shoulders.
"Madam, do you think this plague can really be cured? Will I be able to survive and leave here alive?"
Feng Jin's heart ached. She reached out and pulled them both into a hug. They were only fifteen or sixteen years old, an age in her time when they should have been nestled in their parents' arms, in the most beautiful moments of their lives.
Instead, they had to endure so much suffering, with death looming over them at any moment.
"We will definitely cure the plague. Everyone will survive and leave here. Life will get better in the future."
"Madam, your medical skills are so amazing, I believe you can cure everyone."
Yunyun's eyes were filled with unwavering light, and more than anything, with trust in Feng Jin.
"I will do my best to cure everyone. Don't worry." Feng Jin was also touched by the atmosphere, a smile lingering on her lips.
The next morning, the patients treated with Feng Jin's acupuncture began to show signs of improvement.
"Grandmother, do you feel any discomfort?"
"Much better than yesterday. I could barely breathe yesterday, but today my breathing is much smoother, and I have a bit more strength in my body."
A long-lost smile appeared on the old woman's face. She had been tormented by the illness for so many days, feeling that life was worse than death. Today, she finally felt some relief.
Seeing the improvement in the patient, the others in the room also felt a surge of hope that their own illnesses could also improve.
Her pulse also showed significant improvement compared to yesterday. It seemed her approach was correct; acupuncture could indeed treat the plague.
Feng Jin then treated two more critically ill patients using the same method.
As expected, both showed significant improvement.
Having found the correct treatment method, Feng Jin finally revealed her first smile in many days.