Chapter 907 - 907 907 No Serious Harm

Chapter 907: Chapter 907: No Serious Harm Chapter 907: Chapter 907: No Serious Harm But before Ling Zhengping could react, Luo Ziling had already entered the courtyard and was quickly walking toward Ling Jinhua’s bedroom.

Ling Ruonan didn’t immediately follow, but instead stood still in front of Ling Zhengping.

So, Ling Zhengping directed all his pent-up anger at Ling Ruonan.

“Your fine son, he actually…”

But before Ling Zhengping could finish, he was interrupted by an equally angry Ling Ruonan, “Ling Zhengping, shut your filthy mouth. I don’t know why you’re like this today, but what I want to tell you is, don’t think about bullying me and my son. Luo Ziling restored the Great Grandfather’s health, and even if you killed me, I would never believe he poisoned the Great Grandfather. You can’t provide any evidence, and you accuse Luo Ziling without any investigation; I truly feel that you are a feeble-minded person. Anyone with normal thinking wouldn’t think this way.”

Unexpectedly faced with an outburst from Ling Ruonan, who had never confronted him this way before, Ling Zhengping was even more furious, grabbing her hand in one swift move, “What did you say?”

“Let go of me,” Ling Ruonan shook off Ling Zhengping’s hand and bellowed furiously, “Ling Zhengping, can you be rational for once? With your experience, your status, do you think your behavior today is appropriate, is normal? Don’t you know that what’s crucial now is to save Grandfather’s life, and not this bickering? I’m really starting to believe that it’s you who doesn’t want to see Grandfather recover.”

Saying this, she no longer paid attention to Ling Zhengping, and strode into the courtyard, heading for Ling Jinhua’s room.

The place where they had argued was in the front courtyard of the Ling Family Old Mansion, near the main house; one had to walk past another courtyard to reach Ling Jinhua’s bedroom.

At this time, inside and outside Ling Jinhua’s bedroom, many people were busy, and some were doctors wearing white coats.

The doctors and staff had been preparing to take Ling Jinhua to the hospital, but he refused, insisting on being treated by Luo Ziling.

The visiting doctors were from Hospital 401 and were experienced; they wanted to perform a gastric lavage on Ling Jinhua, but he did not consent.

Actually, Ling Jinhua’s poisoning symptoms weren’t very severe, and after suffering diarrhea a few times, his condition had somewhat stabilized.

Before the diarrhea, that was a truly color-drained, horrifying sight.

Fortunately, Ling Jinhua was still lucid; otherwise, he would definitely have been taken to the hospital.

When Luo Ziling, following Secretary Huang, entered Ling Jinhua’s bedroom, there were two doctors still examining Ling Jinhua.

“Let me have a look,” Luo Ziling demanded breathlessly, “I’m the most familiar with the Great Grandfather’s condition. I’ve been treating him all this time, you step aside first.”

The two doctors who were checking on the Great Grandfather and preparing for gastric lavage were taken aback by a young man’s commanding tone, and their brows immediately furrowed.

“Let him have a look,” said Ling Mingrui with a pallid complexion.

Naturally, no one dared to oppose Ling Mingrui’s order, and the two doctors immediately made room beside the bed for Luo Ziling.

After sitting down, Luo Ziling took Ling Jinhua’s hand to check his pulse, followed by a close examination of his eye grounds and his abdominal rebound tenderness. After inspecting these, he took out several silver needles, sterilized them, and inserted them into the acupuncture points on Ling Jinhua’s abdomen.

This time, the needling was not for treatment but to check Ling Jinhua’s circulation of qi and blood.

While Luo Ziling was examining him, Ling Jinhua kept his eyes closed.

Several medical staff, along with the Old Mansion’s staff and Ling Mingrui and Ling Ruonan, all stood quietly on the side, not uttering a sound.

Ling Zhengping also came in with a face equally ashen. He wanted to erupt in anger, but he was stopped by a stern look from Ling Mingrui.

“Great Grandfather, I’ve carefully examined you. It’s not a serious problem, just that someone added a little laxative to your medicine,” Luo Ziling said after withdrawing the needle, speaking to Ling Jinhua in front of everyone. “I don’t know who added the ingredients of croton to your medicine, and I can’t possibly figure out who did this. What I need to do now is to help you recover. I will give you acupuncture therapy, and when it’s time, you will feel the urge to defecate. After you expel the waste inside, there will be no major problems.”

Seeing Luo Ziling diagnose merely through pulse-taking and acupuncture, the two doctors from Hospital 401 appeared somewhat surprised.

Ling Jinhua’s physical condition did indeed resemble croton poisoning, but because of his advanced age and weak constitution, his condition was far more severe than usual cases of croton poisoning, hence they dared not make a definitive diagnosis.

What status did Ling Jinhua hold? His life and death were a matter of national concern. If they made a misdiagnosis, it would be a major problem.

They were even more hesitant to administer treatment with medicine, for if incorrect medication worsened Ling Jinhua’s condition, it would not be a simple mistake.

Luckily, Ling Jinhua had not fallen into a coma or exhibited any other uncontrollable symptoms, so they were not in a rush to medicate, merely urging the old gentleman to go to the hospital quickly. Unexpectedly, Ling Jinhua was very stubborn, insistently refusing to go to the hospital and waiting for Luo Ziling’s treatment instead. They had no choice but to give up.

The several doctors and staff members could not fathom how Luo Ziling made a diagnosis and prepared for treatment so promptly.

They were still afraid of accidents, but since Ling Jinhua himself was willing to accept Luo Ziling’s treatment and Ling Mingrui did not stop him, no one dared to make a peep.

Luo Ziling took several slightly thicker and shorter silver needles and disinfected them earnestly before inserting them into the acupoints of Ling Jinhua’s abdomen.

The visiting doctors had never been exposed to traditional Chinese medicine, nor had they witnessed acupuncture treatment, so they watched with great curiosity.

They watched in amazement as, with Luo Ziling’s needle rotation, Ling Jinhua’s complexion slowly turned reddish and then heat began to rise, the heat becoming stronger and stronger. Gradually, heat also began to emerge from Ling Jinhua’s head, and his complexion slowly turned from pale to ruddy.

Subsequently, Ling Jinhua’s stomach started to rumble, indicating strong intestinal movement.

Then the old man unintentionally let out a fart, instantly filling the room with a foul stench.

However, nobody dared to cover their noses or show disgust with any other gesture, as if they hadn’t smelled anything.

After roughly twenty minutes of treatment, Luo Ziling suddenly pulled out the needles, stood up, and wiped the sweat from his forehead. He then instructed the nurses waiting off to the side, “Quickly help the old gentleman into the restroom, he needs to relieve himself immediately.”

The two nurses, who had been standing there nervously, rushed to help the old gentleman up, almost carrying Ling Jinhua into the restroom. Just as they set Ling Jinhua down on the toilet, he couldn’t help but start to relieve himself.

A series of splashing sounds followed, and the foul stench dispersed once more.

Luo Ziling had already escaped outside and gestured for Ling Ruonan to follow her out.

Ling Ruonan took the opportunity to walk out of the bedroom with Luo Ziling, eager to avoid the unpleasant smell.

“Ling’er, how’s Great Grandfather’s condition now?”

“If nothing unexpected happens, he should be fine after a few hours of sleep,” Luo Ziling smiled at Ling Ruonan.

After hearing this, Ling Ruonan finally breathed a sigh of relief.