Lin Xiongye was naturally unaware that Su Chen, while selecting pieces of porcelain, did not observe the fetal texture or study the patterns. He only needed a simple glance to determine their origins.

However, the superpower, though fast, brought a heavy burden to Su Chen's eyes.

In just a short while, Su Chen felt a burning sensation in his eyes, and his vision became blurred, with tears streaming down uncontrollably.

"Uh..."

Lin Xiongye was bewildered. How could Su Chen make himself cry while selecting ancient porcelain?

Seeing this scene, Lin Wanshuang became anxious. She quickly took out a handkerchief and gently wiped Su Chen's eyes.

After wiping away the tears and closing his eyes for a while, the dizziness gradually faded. Su Chen opened his eyes and found that his vision was unaffected. He sighed with relief, realizing the importance of preserving his energy.

"Wanshuang, thank you."

He smiled faintly at Lin Wanshuang and then lowered his head, pointing at the ten porcelain pieces he had selected. Speaking softly, he said, "Grandma Jiang, our luck is good. Among these ancient porcelain pieces, there are ten that meet the criteria. They should be sufficient."

Grandma Jiang, Lin Xiongye, and Lin Wanshuang were stunned. They couldn't believe that Su Chen could find porcelain pieces from the Jin Dynasty in such a short time.

Lin Xiongye, feeling a bit embarrassed, coughed and said, "Su Chen, I know you have a passion for antiques, but your hasty selection may lead to mistakes, right?"

"Mr. Lin, it's normal if you don't believe me."

Su Chen's tone remained calm. "However, if I arrange these porcelain pieces, you will understand their origins."

While speaking, Su Chen picked up the ten porcelain pieces and rapidly assembled three patterns like a jigsaw puzzle. Although the pieces didn't fit perfectly due to the gaps, the original shapes seemed to be imprinted in Su Chen's mind. When he arranged the three patterns, Lin Xiongye and the others automatically filled in the missing details in their minds.

"Yes, yes!"

Lin Xiongye was excited and trembling. He could hardly believe his eyes. "The first pattern is a common strip pattern on white porcelain in the Jin Dynasty. The second pattern should be a beast-face ring-pouring head on a porcelain bottle, and the third pattern is an advanced hollow-out technique. The delicate texture suggests it might be the work of the porcelain master Zhao Kai!"

Su Chen smiled and shook his head inwardly. Lin Xiongye was knowledgeable but lacked experience in eyesight.

This hollow-out technique in the Jin Dynasty was indeed exquisite, but attributing it to Zhao Kai alone was an oversimplification. These broken porcelain pieces did have delicate textures, but Zhao Kai, revered as the ancestor of porcelain artists in later generations, had far superior skills!

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However, these details were irrelevant to treating the child. Su Chen didn't see the need to explain them.

Grandma Jiang extended a trembling hand. Seemingly in disbelief, she asked, "Mr. Lin, are you sure these are the Jin Dynasty porcelain pieces I need?"

Lin Xiongye confidently reassured her, "Madam, rest assured. These are definitely objects from the Jin Dynasty, during the Jin kiln in Jingdezhen!"

"That's great!"

Grandma Jiang took out a bank card. "Feel free to name your price. I'll take all ten of these porcelain pieces as a token of appreciation."

Lin Xiongye declined, saying, "These ancient porcelain pieces are of little value. I can't take your money for them. Consider them a gift."

"How can I accept that? How about this, you take out the celadon ox that your daughter mentioned. I'll buy it as a way to thank you for helping me search for so long."

"Let's not rush things. Treating your grandson is the priority. Once he recovers, then we can look at that celadon ox."

Lin Xiongye insisted and packed the porcelain pieces without giving them to Grandma Jiang. He then suggested, "Which hospital is it? I'll drive you there."

Grandma Jiang worriedly asked, "What about your business here?"

"The business is not important."

Lin Xiongye glanced at Su Chen seriously. "There's a small bed in the warehouse. If you don't mind, you can rest there."

However, Su Chen shook his head. "I'll go with you."

"That's fine. Let's go quickly."

The four of them got into Lin Xiongye's car and headed towards the hospital.

On the way, Su Chen kept his eyes closed, allowing them to rest fully. Although he wouldn't need his eyesight for the hospital visit, he had a vague sense that this trip might not go smoothly.

It was better to conserve energy to be on the safe side.

After about half an hour, the group arrived outside the ICU of the city hospital. A doctor was waiting there, and upon seeing Grandma Jiang, he hurriedly approached. "Professor, is there really a way to cure Xiao Bei?"

"Let's give it a try."

Grandma Jiang took a deep breath, signaling Lin Xiongye to hand over the broken porcelain pieces to the doctor. "Crush them into powder, mix them evenly with tung oil, and then apply it to Xiao Bei's affected areas."

The doctor took the cloth-wrapped pieces and unconsciously opened it to take a look. He was instantly dumbfounded. "Broken porcelain pieces?"

If Grandma Jiang were not the most prestigious professor in the hospital, anyone with a hundred times more courage wouldn't dare to use broken porcelain pieces as medicine!

"Yes, time is running out. Follow my instructions and do it."

"No!"

At this moment, a voice rang out like a resounding bell.

Su Chen furrowed his brows and looked towards the source of the voice.

A man in his sixties was briskly approaching. His eyes were as sharp as a hawk's, exuding a strong sense of oppression. Accompanying him were four or five mature male doctors, likely in their forties or fifties. In a hospital, it was a place that valued experience, so these ages likely indicated they held positions such as directors or vice directors.

With such an elite team, the old man's aura was even more overwhelming.

"Professor Jiang, I understand your urgency to save a life, but you can't randomly use medicine. We've rejected this method three or four times. Why are you so persistent?"

As soon as the old man spoke, he criticized Professor Jiang.

The four or five doctors accompanying him seemed to be in agreement with him, nodding their heads.

The words "medicine from broken porcelain" spread in the quiet corridor, immediately drawing the attention of many passersby—patients and their families. For a moment, the murmurs and gossip intensified.

"Isn't that the famous Professor Jiang and Professor Wei? Why are they arguing? What's this about using porcelain as medicine? Is Professor Jiang losing her mind? How can she dare to use such absurd and baseless folk remedy?"

"Don't spread rumors. Professor Jiang is the most famous traditional Chinese medicine doctor in Jin Nan City. If her remedy is effective, what if she hears about your words? You won't be able to ask her for