Chapter 21: Please Accept Me as Your Disciple

As soon as he finished speaking, Jiang Hao reached out his right hand and gently pressed it against the old Madame Su's chest.

Although Madame Su had stopped breathing, her body was still warm.

In Jiang Hao’s eyes, her body seemed to turn translucent; every blood vessel, even the blood flowing within them, was revealed with astonishing clarity.

This was the ability Jiang Hao possessed after inheriting the medical arts.

His eyes were far superior to any medical instrument used in the contemporary world to examine the human body.

But most crucially, Jiang Hao could see that Madame Su had not died.

Or rather, she had not truly died; her breathing had ceased and she had entered a state of suspended animation.

The human body is the most intricate machine; each cell is like a tiny screw, while blood and other fluids serve as the machine’s oil. Sometimes, accidents cause the machine to suddenly halt—thus entering a state of apparent death.

The duration of suspended animation can vary; sometimes it is harmless, other times dangerous.

With proper treatment, or simply by chance, a person may recover from this state. Yet if circumstances are dire, or luck fails, that person may remain suspended until true death comes.

Suspended animation has many precedents in the modern world; it is not mere fabrication.

At this moment, Madame Su was in such a state. The medical professor, Chen Jerry, and all those present believed she was truly dead, but only Jiang Hao knew she was merely suspended.

“Jiang Hao, how do you plan to treat her...?” Su Qingli asked hesitantly.

Jiang Hao had nothing in his hands—no medicine, no instruments—which made her deeply anxious.

As the saying goes, even the cleverest cook cannot make a meal without rice. With nothing prepared, could Jiang Hao really cure Grandma and bring her back?

“How will I treat her? Ha, like this!”

Jiang Hao smiled slightly, then suddenly raised his hand and slapped Madame Su’s chest.

“Jiang Hao, how dare you!” Su Tianming’s fury exploded; he rushed forward, intending to fight Jiang Hao.

But Su Qingli held him fast, not allowing him to interfere.

The other members of the Su family glared at Jiang Hao with angry eyes.

This Jiang Hao dared to strike Madame Su—even if she was dead, such behavior was unforgivable!

“Jiang Hao, don’t act recklessly!” Zhang Liping pointed at him, her anger so intense that the wrinkles on her face stood out.

Meanwhile, Pan Yixuan sneered, “Just playing tricks. I’d like to see how you get yourself out of this later!”

However, under Jiang Hao’s slap, Madame Su suddenly began to cough violently!

Madame Su had truly been awakened by Jiang Hao’s slap?

What was happening?

Could a single slap really bring someone back from the dead? If so, it was beyond belief!

Unmoved by the surrounding shock, Jiang Hao raised his hand again and struck Madame Su’s chest with another slap.

Though it appeared to be an ordinary strike, it contained a peculiar secret.

The ring on Jiang Hao’s hand released a surge of warmth that circulated through his body, gathering in his hand. When his palm fell upon Madame Su’s chest, all the gathered warmth was injected into her, dispersing the cold that had accumulated in her lungs!

With the cold dispelled, Madame Su’s lung function naturally recovered.

This was the reason she could be revived by Jiang Hao’s slap!

With the second strike, Madame Su opened her mouth and spat out a lump of dark blood.

This blood was the congestion that had collected in her lungs; as soon as it hit the ground, it congealed and froze, emitting wisps of white vapor.

That vapor was the cold that had been forced out from her body!

Without pause, Jiang Hao struck with a third slap.

This time, Madame Su finally opened her eyes and, coughing, sat up from the floor.

“What...what happened to me? What’s going on? How strange, my body feels so light now, not uncomfortable at all...”

After several coughs, her speech became coherent.

The members of the Su family—Su Qingli, Su Tianming, Zhang Liping, and Pan Yixuan—were all stupefied.

They stared blankly at Madame Su, who had returned from death, unable to recover their senses for a long moment.

Jiang Hao had truly brought Madame Su back to life.

And his method was so simple, so direct, yet so effective!

Jiang Hao withdrew his hand and swept his gaze over everyone present, finally fixing his eyes on Su Tianming and Zhang Liping.

“Just now, I believe you said I couldn’t bring the dead back to life? Now, do you dare repeat those words?”

Though Jiang Hao’s voice was calm, Su Tianming and Zhang Liping felt as though something was stuck in their throats, unable to reply.

Repeat? How could they dare!

Jiang Hao had revived Madame Su right before their eyes—brought her back from the brink!

No matter how thick-skinned they were, they couldn’t feign ignorance or try to cheat their way out of it!

Suddenly, Pan Yixuan leapt up and roared, “Impossible, this is impossible! It must be fake, all of it is fake!”

“You say it’s fake, so it must be fake? After all, you can never wake someone who pretends to be asleep,” Jiang Hao replied with a smile.

Pan Yixuan’s face flushed deep red, even his ears burned crimson.

Jiang Hao’s words were mild, but to him, they were the sharpest of taunts.

“What happened to me just now? What was going on?” Madame Su asked in confusion, looking around blankly.

Su Qingli hurried over and recounted everything that had happened.

After listening, Madame Su’s expression as she looked at Jiang Hao became complex; for a moment, she did not know how to face him.

Previously, she had come with so many people to trouble Jiang Hao, but now he had become her savior, her benefactor—she no longer knew how to conduct herself.

Just then, Chen Jerry walked quickly over and stopped before Jiang Hao.

“You’re unconvinced?” Jiang Hao asked indifferently.

Chen Jerry shook his head at lightning speed, then bowed deeply to Jiang Hao in reverence.

He spoke sincerely, “Mr. Jiang, may I ask, was your treatment of Madame Su just now traditional medicine?”

“More or less,” Jiang Hao replied with a nod.

He had inherited the medical arts of the Flame Emperor, which could be considered a branch of traditional medicine, though far more miraculous.

Chen Jerry hesitated for a moment, then, in front of everyone present, knelt before Jiang Hao with a thud!

“Mr. Jiang, please accept me as your apprentice!”