Chapter 6: The Location of the Heart

Chapter Six: The Position of the Heart

Upon hearing these words, everyone present turned to look at the speaker, Qin Yu, their faces filled with shock.

It didn’t take long before Sun Zhen recovered from his astonishment and immediately sneered, “Boasting like that, aren’t you afraid the wind might twist your tongue? You dare to instruct the First Miracle Hand? How ridiculous.”

“Enough nonsense. If I can cure him, what will you say then?” Qin Yu replied calmly.

“If you can cure my grandfather, I’ll go to him myself and ask him to marry Sun Qian to you. But if you fail, what will you do?”

At these words, Sun Qian’s cheeks flushed bright red and she protested coyly, “Brother, have you forgotten I’m already engaged? It’s what Grandpa said.”

“You mean that man? Don’t worry. Not only do we not know who he is, but even if we did, he’s been gone for so many years that the engagement no longer counts.”

With that, Sun Zhen turned his gaze back to Qin Yu, waiting for his answer.

“If I can’t cure him, I’ll end my life to atone,” Qin Yu replied, then strode straight into the room thick with the scent of herbal medicine.

Watching Qin Yu open the door, Sun Zhen suddenly felt uneasy. He had never mentioned which room the patient was in—how had Qin Yu found it? Perhaps this man truly had some skill.

As soon as he entered, Qin Yu saw Doctor Liu pressing silver needles into the patient’s body.

The patient was an elderly man in his seventies—one who might not leave the operating table alive.

Qin Yu’s sudden entrance made Doctor Liu’s hand tremble, nearly causing him to make a mistake.

Doctor Liu turned and saw the unfamiliar intruder. Surprise flashed in his eyes, quickly replaced by anger.

“Who let you in? Didn’t I say no one is allowed in here?” he snapped.

Qin Yu closed the door behind him and walked directly to the patient’s side.

Doctor Liu’s fury intensified at this, but before he could explode, Qin Yu placed his hand upon the patient’s pulse.

Moments later, Qin Yu let go, examined the patient’s eyes, and asked in a grave tone, “How long has he been ill?”

“More than a month,” Doctor Liu replied, then immediately realized he’d answered a stranger’s question. His anger surged, and he was about to scold.

“You—”

“On what grounds do you say that?” Doctor Liu demanded through clenched teeth, glaring at Qin Yu with clear defiance.

Xue Lin remained silent, pressing two fingers first to the left side of the patient’s chest, then quickly moving to the right.

“Did you know this patient’s heart is on the right side?”

“The heart? On the right? How is that possible?” Doctor Liu hurried to the patient’s side and checked. Sure enough, there was no heartbeat on the left.

Now Doctor Liu finally understood the problem: his previous treatment had been entirely misguided. Not only would it fail to heal the patient, but it might have made things worse.

The patient’s injury was to the atrium—of that there was no doubt—but for over a month, he’d been treating the lungs instead.

Realizing he’d made such a basic mistake, Doctor Liu was filled with regret.

“Thank you for your reminder, young man.”

“It’s not your fault,” Qin Yu said. “Society keeps advancing, and even traditional medicine is relying more and more on instruments. But these machines can’t tell you where a patient’s heart is—only that it’s unwell. In forgetting manual examination, we lose the essence of our art.”

Doctor Liu understood immediately. While modern devices help diagnose faster, they’ve also led practitioners to abandon hands-on inspection. Traditional and Western medicine are fundamentally different.

Without another word, Qin Yu took out his silver needles. In swift succession, seven needles landed around the atrium.

With a sudden cough, the patient spat out a mouthful of blood.

The blood was black—unmistakable evidence of poisoning.

At the sight of the dark blood, Doctor Liu’s expression changed; he could hardly believe his eyes.

“Wait, wasn’t this heart disease? Why is the blood black?” he exclaimed.

Qin Yu ignored the blood. He produced another silver needle and swiftly inserted it into the patient’s Fengchi point.

The patient’s body slowly expelled more black blood.

Watching Qin Yu’s actions, Doctor Liu’s eyes widened in disbelief.

Soon, as the black blood turned red, Qin Yu withdrew all the needles and let out a sigh of relief. “It’s done. The patient’s body has already recovered, but he’ll need rest.”

Doctor Liu, hardly able to believe it, immediately checked the patient’s pulse.

The result was clear: the patient had truly recovered. Only traces of poison and a bit of weakness remained—both easily remedied with herbal medicine.

From the position of Doctor Liu’s needles, Qin Yu could tell the man had real skill—he was no charlatan.

“You know how to prescribe the medicine, I trust? I don’t need to stay,” Qin Yu said.

“Yes, yes, of course. Please,” Doctor Liu replied, now entirely respectful as he hurried to open the door for Qin Yu.

Those anxiously waiting outside saw the door open and Qin Yu emerge.

Sun Zhen immediately burst out laughing, “So? Thrown out already? And you thought you could instruct Doctor Liu? How deluded! If you’d faced reality from the start, you wouldn’t look so foolish now.”

But just as he finished, Doctor Liu followed Qin Yu out of the room.

Sun Zhen’s laughter vanished instantly. He hurried forward, asking, “Doctor Liu, how is my grandfather?”

“The poison in his body has been cleared, but he needs rest. You may see him in two hours,” Doctor Liu replied.

“Poison?”

Everyone present was stunned by the word.

“Qin Yu, get out of here! I never want to see you again, you useless fool,” Sun Zhen snapped, his face darkening at the mention of poison. Any desire to mock Qin Yu had vanished, replaced by irritation and hostility.

“Enough! You brat, how can you speak to the gentleman like that? Don’t you realize, if not for him, your grandfather’s body would never have recovered!”

“What?” The crowd turned, gazes full of disbelief, upon Qin Yu.

Qin Yu was surprised that Doctor Liu had given him the credit. Though he spoke the truth, this was also a tacit acknowledgment of his own mistake—no traditional healer would lightly allow their reputation to be tarnished.

As for Sun Zhen, he was utterly stunned. He could not have imagined that the man who seemed so carefree and shabbily dressed would turn out to be his grandfather’s savior.

Beside him, Sun Qian, relieved at her grandfather’s recovery, suddenly remembered Sun Zhen’s earlier promise to marry her to Qin Yu. She was left at a loss, not knowing what to do.