The big boss is reborn and lets himself go.

Zhou Yanhuan and Zhou Jiayu returned to Zhou Yanchuan's room. As soon as they opened the door, a strong medicinal fragrance wafted out.

Zhou Yan strode into the room, his gaze falling on the enormous medicinal bath tub. The tub was filled with steaming hot medicinal liquid, with herbs floating on the surface. Zhou Yan was slowly stepping into the tub, his body gradually enveloped in the warm liquid.

As Zhou Yanchuan's body was fully immersed in the medicinal liquid, he couldn't help but let out a soft sigh. The warm liquid seemed to have a life of its own, quickly penetrating his skin and bringing an indescribable sense of comfort. Zhou Yanchuan's tense nerves relaxed for a moment, and his body was enveloped in this comfortable feeling.

However, this blissful moment was short-lived. Just as Zhou Yanchuan was enjoying this rare comfort for a short while, a strange, stinging pain suddenly rose from the depths of his bones. Although the pain was very slight, it made Zhou Yanchuan's brows furrow involuntarily.

He initially thought it was just a temporary discomfort that would disappear on its own after a while. However, as time went on, the stinging pain not only didn't disappear, but grew stronger and stronger, like a raging torrent that instantly engulfed his entire body.

The pain felt like countless fine needles, piercing his body. His muscles felt like they were being twisted by an invisible hand, and his bones seemed to be squeezing and rubbing against each other, every inch screaming in agony.

Zhou Yanchuan took a deep breath, but before he could recover, an even more intense pain surged over him like a raging tide. This pain felt as if it were tearing his entire body apart, starting from his chest and spreading rapidly to his limbs like a flood bursting its banks.

His limbs felt as if a thousand steel needles were piercing them simultaneously; the aching and stinging pain was unbearable. Every muscle was spasming in agony, as if trying to break free of his body. This pain was not only physical but also a form of mental torture, almost unbearable for him.

The pain in his neck also began to flare up at this moment, as if an invisible hand was tightly gripping his throat, making it extremely difficult for him to breathe. Zhou Yanchuan gripped the edge of the wooden bucket tightly, his knuckles turning white from the excessive force, and cold sweat poured down his forehead like rain, wetting his temples.

He knew perfectly well that he was suffering from a terminal blood disease, and his body's functions were being steadily eroded. This medicinal bath was his last glimmer of hope. His sister had mentioned back in Yuzhou that when the medicinal bath took effect, the body would have a strong reaction, and this excruciating pain was a signal that the body was repairing its functions, a manifestation of its desperate struggle against the disease.

Despite the near-overwhelming pain, Zhou Yanchuan gritted his teeth, struggling to stay upright. He screamed inwardly, telling himself he had to get through this darkest hour. If he could overcome this, his body might recover; he absolutely could not give up, and he could not succumb to this hateful disease.

Upon seeing Zhou Yanchuan's condition, Zhou Yanhuan and Zhou Jiayu, without a word, rushed to his side from either side like arrows released from a bow. Their faces were filled with extreme anxiety and worry, as if Zhou Yanchuan was facing a life-or-death situation.

"Yan Chuan, what's wrong with him?" Zhou Jiayu asked anxiously, his voice trembling noticeably. He squatted down, leaning tightly against the edge of the bathtub, and held Zhou Yan Chuan's hands tightly, as if this could give him some strength and comfort.

Zhou Yanchuan's body was immersed in the medicinal bath, but his face was unusually pale, and a layer of fine sweat even appeared on his forehead. Zhou Jiayu could feel that Zhou Yanchuan's body was enduring tremendous pain, which made his heart ache.

“I don’t know either. He’s just taking a medicinal bath right now; he hasn’t started acupuncture yet.” Zhou Yanhuan’s voice was also full of anxiety. She stood opposite Zhou Jiayu, her brows furrowed and her face full of worry.

"Zhenzhen, take another look at him. What's wrong? Is he having an attack?" Zhou Jiayu's words revealed a hint of fear. He really didn't want to see Zhou Yanchuan suffer like this.

Before Zhou Yanhuan could answer, she was equally anxious. After all, this was her first time treating an illness like Zhou Yanchuan's. Even with the powerful support of the spatial system, she still couldn't know exactly what reactions would occur during the treatment.

Zhou Yanhuan forced himself to calm down. Because the bathtub was relatively high, he only needed to use the medicine to lift Zhou Yanchuan's wrist to take his pulse.

About a minute later, Zhou Yanhuan could basically see through Zhou Yanchuan's body because the medicinal power of the mixed spring water and medicine from the medicinal bath had entered her brother's body, and the medicine had begun to take effect.

Zhou Yanhuan stared intently at Zhou Jiayu across from her with a solemn expression, and said earnestly, "Brother, he's alright, but he's about to leave the technical school, so time is of the essence. I must administer acupuncture to him as quickly as possible. Jiayu, please get me a medical tray to hold my acupuncture kit. Then, stay close to me so I can administer the acupuncture smoothly."

Upon hearing this, Zhou Jiayu acted swiftly, grabbing a medical tray with lightning speed and rushing to Zhou Yanhuan's side. Seeing this, Zhou Yanhuan unhesitatingly took out the acupuncture kit she had previously taken out and put back in her bag from her backpack and carefully placed it on the tray held by Zhou Jiayu.

Next, Zhou Yanhuan gently unfolded the acupuncture kit, as if it were an invaluable treasure. Zhou Jiayu, meanwhile, remained bent over, steadily supporting the tray with both hands, providing Zhou Yanhuan with the most convenient operating space. It's worth mentioning that Zhou Jiayu is about 1.9 meters tall and already quite slender, but to make it easier for Zhou Yanhuan to remove the needles, he remained slightly bent over throughout, holding the tray with both hands, demonstrating a high degree of cooperation and focus.

“Zhenzhen, the needles in this acupuncture kit are actually sky blue, and they’re completely different from the ones you used before! When did you get this set of needles?” Zhou Jiayu asked with a face full of curiosity.

Zhou Jiayu's gaze was deeply drawn to the Hongmeng Holy Healing Needles in the acupuncture kit. These needles floated silently, emitting a soft and mysterious light. Their entire bodies were a deep and clear azure, like the chaotic yet pure light of the primordial universe at its beginning, revealing the mystery and purity of the primordial times.