Yang Chen formed his fingers into a crane's beak and swiftly pressed on Chu Luan's body.
"Bastard, you dare to hit my grandfather, I'll cripple you!"
Chu Junhao clenched his fists and was about to strike Yang Chen's head when a large hand suddenly grabbed his arm. He looked back to see Chu Tiankuo.
"Junhao, don't be impulsive. Little Yang is saving your grandfather."
"Third Uncle, why are you also fooling around with this kid?"
Chu Junhao's eyebrows shot up, and he said exasperatedly, "Look at him, poking and prodding randomly. How is that saving someone? He'll poke out problems even if there aren't any. Hurry and call Doctor Lu Qing!"
Lu Qing was a renowned traditional Chinese medicine practitioner in Yangcheng and the Chu family's private physician.
"No need. Little Yang is the best doctor. If he can't save the old man, Doctor Lu won't be able to either."
Everyone was stunned by this declaration, including Chu Xiang, who looked at her father in confusion.
Chu Junhao took a moment to process it.
"Third... Third Uncle, I can accept you saying he's a remarkable treasure appraiser, but you say he's the best doctor? This... how is that possible!"
Chu Junhao's words hit the mark of everyone's doubts, including Chu Xiang. She had never known Yang Chen to have medical skills.
Chu Tiankuo wasn't in the mood to explain. He said unequivocally, "I say he is, and that's final. Don't make a sound to disturb Little Yang saving your grandfather!"
"But..."
Chu Junhao still wanted to argue, but Shen Sa secretly pulled him out of the crowd and whispered, "Young Master Chu, wouldn't it be even better if that kid can't save your grandfather!"
"You... you mean you want my grandfather to..."
"Mmm."
Shen Sa incited, "If Old Master Chu really dies, no one will pursue your antique theft... "
Right!
Chu Junhao slapped his forehead. His grandfather had just threatened to disown him. If he didn't survive now, no one would investigate his theft, and he might even get a share of the family fortune!
"Yes... yes, you're right!"
As Chu Junhao was talking animatedly, the butler, Old Niu, led an old man in his sixties into the room in a hurry.
"Damn it!"
Chu Junhao cursed his bad luck. "Why did Old Niu invite Doctor Lu Qing so quickly? Now I can only pray that Doctor Lu can't save the old man. Yang Chen, hurry up and poke the old man harder, make him die faster!"
Old Niu pulled Lu Qing and pushed through the crowd.
Upon seeing Chu Luan lying on the ground with his eyes closed and teeth clenched, Lu Qing was greatly shocked. Seeing Yang Chen poking at his body with his fingers made his face change color.
"Stop! Old Master Chu might have a myocardial infarction. Poking around like this will only worsen his condition!"
Saying that, he knelt beside Chu Luan, took out a small deerskin pouch from his pocket, opened it, revealing several rows of silver needles.
"Silver needles, great!"
Yang Chen snatched the deerskin pouch, picked out a silver needle, and immediately inserted it into Chu Luan's "Tanzhong" acupoint on his chest.
"Nonsense!"
Lu Qing jumped with anger, pointing at Yang Chen and shouting, "The Tanzhong acupoint is one of the thirty-six major acupoints on the human body. If you don't understand medicine, how can you randomly insert needles..."
However, while he was speaking, Yang Chen inserted three more needles, each at a precise location.
Such fast handiwork!
Lu Qing was startled. Judging by Yang Chen's technique of selecting acupoints, he was clearly not entirely ignorant. He asked doubtfully, "Are you also a TCM practitioner?"
"Sort of."
Saying that, Yang Chen inserted five more silver needles into acupoints next to Chu Luan's chest.
It turned out that although he had tried his best to concentrate his true qi to poke the acupoints on Chu Luan's body, his cultivation was only at the Half-step Qi Refining stage. The true qi in his body was insufficient to clear the blocked acupoints. Upon seeing Lu Qing take out the silver needles, he had a sudden idea – to use the silver needles as a medium. This attempt proved to be remarkably effective, as using silver needles to clear acupoints consumed less than a tenth of the true qi compared to using his fingers.
"No wonder acupuncture can treat illnesses and save lives. The effect of using silver needles as a medium is so significant!"
After clearing the Tanzhong acupoint, Yang Chen continued to use silver needles, and soon Chu Luan's body was covered with over twenty needles.
"No... no, your needling technique is wrong!"
Lu Qing looked at the acupoints where Yang Chen had inserted the needles and shook his head, saying, "Your ability to select acupoints is excellent, but your needling technique is chaotic. This... this is simply reckless!"
Saying that, he was about to pull out the silver needles from Chu Luan's body. Yang Chen grabbed his wrist and said with a smile, "Old sir, as long as the needles remain in for a while longer, Old Master Chu will wake up. There's no need to rush to remove them."
"Bullshit! Acupuncture is a profound and extensive discipline. You can't cure illnesses and save people by randomly poking like this. If Old Master Chu can wake up, I'll change my surname to yours..."
However, before Lu Qing could finish speaking, Chu Luan, lying on the ground, slowly opened his eyes, looking around in confusion.
He... he really woke up!
Everyone looked at Lu Qing in unison. The latter felt their gazes like scorching slaps to his face.