After coming up with a rough idea as to how he could treat Zhao Ya, Zhang Xuan felt the burden in his heart alleviating slightly. He continued his acupuncture treatment, infusing tens of thousands of zhenqi surges into Zhao Ya's body before her condition finally stabilized.
It had been said time and time again, but Zhao Ya was truly in a horrible condition. Had it been any other physician in Zhang Xuan's place, even if the person was a 9-star pinnacle physician, they would still have found themself utterly lost as to how to help Zhao Ya. Pills would not work as there were no meridians to diffuse the medicinal energy, and the usual zhenqi circulation methods would not work for the same reason.
Even with the miraculous Heaven's Path zhenqi, Zhang Xuan could only infuse it bit by bit through the silver needles into the injured parts of her body to slowly induce her recovery.
By the time he was done, a day had already passed.
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