chapter 1 miracle doctor in prison

Dragon Lake Prison witnessed the arrival of a Mercedes S-Class and two Range Rovers, smoothly driving through its gates. The prison warden, Keitaro Li, along with several key officials, stood upright, waiting at the entrance of the office building, their expressions respectful.
The cars halted, and a young man alighted from the Range Rover first. He opened the door of the Mercedes, assisting a middle-aged man, looking sickly, to slowly get out of the car.
The middle-aged man, in his forties, had an imposing demeanor and seemed to be suffering from some illness, as his face occasionally twisted in pain. The intensity of his discomfort was such that even this figure, who usually remained unflustered even in the gravest situations, couldn't bear it and was filled with a sense of world-weariness.
"General Chu!" Keitaro Li's body trembled, and he saluted the middle-aged man.
The visitor was Fariat Chu, the Three Stars General of a military zone in Yanlong Country. He held a high position in the military and, being so young, his future prospects were boundless.
Fariat gestured lightly, "No need for formalities, Warden Li. I appreciate your effort. Where is miracle doctor Wu?"
Keitaro quickly bowed. "Cyneburg Wu is already waiting in the hall, General, please follow me."
They proceeded into the office building. In the hall on the first floor, a young man in prisoner's garb, about twenty-one or twenty-two years old, sat nonchalantly with a cigarette in his mouth, half-squinting at the group entering the hall.
He was Cyneburg Wu, the "miracle doctor Wu" referred to by Keitaro.
"Put out the cigarette; the General can't tolerate the smoke," a tall guard spoke coldly.
Cyneburg ignored him and asked, "Who's the patient?"
Fariat looked curiously at the young man. This was the famed miracle doctor Wu? So young? He nodded slightly, "Miracle Doctor Wu, it's me."
After saying this, he coughed a few times, seemingly irritated by the smoke. Ever since his headache issue began, he couldn't stand the smell of smoke.
Alarmed, Keitaro said, "Cyneburg, put out the cigarette! Can't you see General Chu coughing?"
Cyneburg nonchalantly blew a smoke ring and said indifferently, "It's fine, let him cough a bit more."
The guard, furious, reached to snatch the cigarette but recoiled as if electrocuted when Cyneburg swiftly moved his hand. His right arm went numb, unable to lift for a while.
"He's a master!" the guard exclaimed, stepping back warily.
"Swoosh!"
As he spoke, at least five pistols were aimed at Cyneburg. For these guards, protecting the General was paramount.
Cyneburg lazily remarked, "Is this how you treat a doctor?"
Fariat raised his hand, "Put away your guns."
The guns were holstered, and Fariat looked apologetically at Cyneburg, "Miracle Doctor Wu, sorry for the fright. May I request you to check my illness?"
"Of course," Cyneburg smiled. "Treating and saving people is a doctor's duty. Besides, your illness isn't hard to cure."
A handsome and tall young man, Fariat's son Isaiah Chu, stepped forward, his eyes bright with skepticism, "Are you a real doctor, or a fraud? How can you claim to cure without knowing my father's illness?"
Cyneburg glanced at him and said lightly, "Who said I don't know?"
Isaiah was taken aback, "You know?"
Ignoring him, Cyneburg asked Fariat, "Do you often suffer from severe headaches, so painful that it feels better to be dead, even trying to alleviate it through beating or acupuncture? The most intense pain usually occurs between 2 to 3 AM, and 5 to 6 AM. Due to the severe pain, your sleep quality is poor, immunity is weakened, leading to frequent colds, and even pneumonia and gastritis. Am I right?"
Fariat was shaken, exclaiming, "Mr. Wu, you truly are a miracle doctor! You're absolutely correct!"
Isaiah stood stunned. How did Cyneburg get it all right?
Cyneburg stated, "That's why I can cure your illness. But first, I need to talk with Warden Li."
Keitaro's face fell. He knew Cyneburg would ask for a sentence reduction. Initially sentenced to seven years, Cyneburg had already managed two reductions, bringing it down to three years. Another reduction now would be challenging.
Cyneburg sneered, "Warden Li, what's with that face? Do you already know what I'm going to say?"
Keitaro, almost in tears, approached Cyneburg and whispered, "Brother Wu, it's impossible to reduce further! The rules state that reductions must be at least one year apart, and it's only been three months since your last one."
Cyneburg scoffed, "Nonsense! Don't you have two priority spots in your hand?"
Keitaro's face turned unsightly. Those priority spots were invaluable, and meant for prisoners who showed exemplary behavior and reformation. They could be released before completing two years of their sentence. Cyneburg’s request to use a priority spot was unwelcome, considering how many were vying for them.
Seeing Keitaro's expression, Cyneburg closed his eyes and said indifferently, "I'm tired, I need to rest. Take me back to the ward."
Keitaro, desperate, blurted out, "What if I arrange bail for you?"
Cyneburg rolled his eyes, "I only want a reduction! And I want out in three days!"
Cyneburg had his reasons to leave. He had talked to his family that morning; his sister mentioned their mother was hospitalized, and he was anxious to return home.
Hearing this, Keitaro became more anxious. Just as he was about to negotiate further, Isaiah suddenly intervened, "Miracle doctor Wu, if you can cure my father, I guarantee you'll leave the prison today!"
He made a promise to Cyneburg, then turned to Keitaro, "Warden Li, I understand the value of those priority spots. Please make an exception. I'll use the Chu family's influence to secure two additional spots for your prison next year."
Keitaro, realizing someone was willing to compensate and even add a spot, was overjoyed. "No problem, I'll get it done right away!"
He turned to Cyneburg with a grin, "Brother Wu, you can finally leave. Don't forget to visit me."
"Fucking visit!" Cyneburg retorted, clearly not wanting to return to this place.
Cyneburg then stood up, gestured for Fariat to sit, and began acupuncture treatment with a set of golden needles. He used a technique known as the Six Yang Righteousness Divine Needles, specifically for treating such neurological pains, a method only he mastered!
Soon, Fariat's head was covered in golden needles, and his headache vanished, his spirit more relaxed than ever.
Seeing his father's expression, Isaiah Chu expressed his genuine admiration, "Mr. Wu, I was rude just now. Your medical skills are truly rare in this world!"
Cyneburg Wu replied indifferently, "Your reaction was not wrong, treating illness indeed requires caution."
After the acupuncture, he wrote a prescription and handed it to Isaiah, "Boil and take this whenever you have a headache, as many times as the pain occurs."
Isaiah took the prescription with both hands and asked, "Sir, how long will it take for my father to recover?"
"With my acupuncture and this medication, three days should be enough for a complete recovery," Cyneburg said confidently, giving a direct timeline for the recovery.
Isaiah was overjoyed and said to Fariat Chu, "Dad, did you hear that? You'll be well very soon!"
Fariat opened his eyes and smiled slightly, "With your acupuncture, Mr. Wu, I feel clear-minded and comfortable all over. You truly are a miracle doctor."
Cyneburg didn't pay attention to his flattery. He placed his hands on Fariat's back, channeling his internal Qi and using a special technique to unblock his meridians, enhancing the treatment's effectiveness.
Half an hour later, Cyneburg was drenched in sweat, with steam rising from his head, condensing into a thumb-thick column of Qi about ten centimeters high.
This scene astonished everyone present. A middle-aged guard was particularly shaken and exclaimed tremblingly, "Is this... the 'Three Spirits Gather One Point'?"