My Son-in-law Is A War God
Chapter 1397 - 1398: The 9th Revolution Rebirth Needle

Chapter 1397: Chapter 1398: The 9th Revolution Rebirth Needle

"This man is our daughter’s savior!"

Yue Chenshuang’s words made Yao Ce freeze for a moment and involuntarily look at Xiao Chen. Just a moment ago, he even believed Xiao Chen was an arrogant young man who didn’t know his limits.

Though some of his words made sense, daring to belittle a National Medical Saint felt like a joke.

But now, he was truly stunned.

Shang Qingcheng was also shocked.

From despair to complete confusion, she didn’t even know how to express the emotions on her face.

Her son actually possessed such extraordinary medical skills?

"Big brother, thank you so much. Although I fainted at that moment and didn’t know how I woke up, my mom said that if it weren’t for you, I wouldn’t have seen the sunlight again."

Yao Bingyue looked at Xiao Chen and also smiled while speaking.

Who would’ve thought that a wealthy young lady could also be so polite?

"Haha, Old Shang, why aren’t you so arrogant now? That acupuncture technique the young man just used—you couldn’t perform it, right? Even if you tried to replicate it, you wouldn’t reach his level."

"He said you weren’t capable, and you refused to admit it. What about now?"

Zhong Beiyue laughed while looking at Shang Bianque.

Shang Bianque’s expression turned rather grim.

Even he had to admit that the person in the video earlier demonstrated an unprecedentedly advanced level of expertise in acupuncture techniques, far beyond anything he could match.

"Lady Yue, you must be joking with this old man. The person who performed the needles—was it truly him?"

Shang Bianque asked unwillingly.

Yue Chenshuang smiled faintly without saying a word. Instead, she played the unedited video.

Soon, Xiao Chen’s handsome, focused face appeared in the footage.

Shang Bianque froze in place.

And then slumped back into his seat.

How humiliating.

He had actually lost in terms of acupuncture skills to a mere youngster.

Just now, he had scoffed at him for being arrogant. But now, who was truly being arrogant?

Wasn’t it him?

"Master, you didn’t really lose to him. His advantage lies in bold experimentation!

But in terms of profound knowledge, experience, and skill, you are undoubtedly superior!"

One of Shang Bianque’s disciples couldn’t help but speak up.

"That’s right. Even in Western medicine, there are young doctors who occasionally innovate and produce one or two outstanding cases.

But later, they fade away.

How can such people compare to a true master?

A true master is someone who can handle complex cases at any time, not just occasional miracles."

Shang Yan chimed in.

At this moment, he had to defend Shang Bianque; otherwise, the earlier remarks he made would leave him in an untenable position.

"Haha, Shang Yan, you still refuse to see the truth until you’re at the Yellow River’s edge!"

Xiao Chen sneered coldly.

He turned to Zhong Beiyue and said, "Elder Zhong, lend me your silver needles!"

"Certainly!"

Zhong Beiyue promptly handed the silver needles to Xiao Chen.

All the doctors turned their attention to Xiao Chen, unsure of what he intended to do.

Xiao Chen let out a faint smile, holding twelve silver needles in his hand as he began inserting them into the fake human model placed on the table.

The model had detailed markings of acupuncture points.

Altogether, there were 361 standard acupuncture points.

Xiao Chen’s hands moved swiftly, as if dancing like fluttering butterflies.

The twelve silver needles pierced, twisted, spun, and stimulated the acupuncture points endlessly!

It looked like an art performance that left everyone in awe.

"Hmph, just showing off!"

Shang Yan snorted disdainfully.

As someone from a business background, he naturally didn’t understand what Xiao Chen was doing.

So Shang Yan felt a bit dismissive.

"You don’t know a damn thing. Shut your mouth! This is the magnificent ’Literal and Martial Fire Needle Technique.’

It relies on the high temperature of the silver needles for stimulation—whether deep insertion, scattered insertion, or bloodletting!

It’s the most advanced acupuncture method for detoxification and poison removal!

Due to its incredibly high difficulty level, there are only a handful of individuals in Dragon Country who understand this method. And none of them use it as proficiently as Mr. Xiao."

"Mr. Xiao has added his unique insights to the Literal and Martial Fire Needle Technique, allowing it to achieve even greater clinical efficacy."

"Calling it a divine needle technique wouldn’t be an exaggeration."

Nan Tianmen ranted angrily.

He was truly fed up with these clueless people. If you don’t understand, just don’t speak! They were simply humiliating themselves.

"Indeed, within the realm of national medicine, this acupuncture technique is often used as a benchmark to assess an individual’s skill level.

I’ve known Old Shang for many years, and his abilities are indeed high. But compared to Mr. Xiao, it’s like a child babbling incoherently."

"Old Shang, wouldn’t you agree?"

Zhong Beiyue glanced at Shang Bianque.

Shang Bianque was reluctant to admit it but could only nod and say, "I’m not as good as him."

If he dared to lie, being debunked on the spot would be even more humiliating.

So, it was better to openly admit it.

"No need to continue, right?"

Xiao Chen cast an indifferent glance at the group of doctors. Shang Bianque’s disciples, in particular, were at this moment wide-eyed and stunned, their faces filled with disbelief.

"But how is this possible? How old are you? Have you been studying this acupuncture technique exclusively for over twenty years from the start?"

One of Shang Bianque’s disciples still seemed unconvinced.

The implication in the remark suggested Xiao Chen might have dedicated his entire life exclusively to this single acupuncture method; twenty years would suffice.

"Haha, I knew you wouldn’t be convinced. Then let me broaden your horizons even further!"

Xiao Chen chuckled coldly.

This time, he brought out over a hundred silver needles.

Both hands moved simultaneously, achieving a level of mastery that was astonishing.

Not only were his left and right hands equally skilled, but the standards of each were equally extraordinary.

At first, none of the doctors understood what Xiao Chen intended to do.

Someone even mocked him, saying, "Caught red-handed, huh? What kind of ridiculous acupuncture technique is this?"

The speaker was none other than Shang Bianque’s disciple.

"Silence!"

Shang Bianque suddenly shouted fiercely, "This... This... Could this be the long-lost ’Nine Revolutions Resurrection Needle’?"

"Haha, you do recognize it,"

Xiao Chen stopped his movements and looked at Shang Bianque. "Although your personal character leaves much to be desired, your knowledge is relatively sharp—far superior to that of your disciples."

"Master, what is the Nine Revolutions Resurrection Needle?"

The disciple asked unwillingly.

"The so-called Nine Revolutions Resurrection Needle refers to a series of acupuncture techniques recorded in ancient texts. As long as the person isn’t dead, this needle technique can bring them back to life.

It’s described as a miraculous skill for saving lives.

But even the ancients were unable to fully develop the Nine Revolutions Resurrection Needle.

At most, they only achieved seven revolutions.

Even that wasn’t good enough.

Yet he! He actually used modern scientific principles to expand the seven revolutions to nine revolutions.

Utilizing specialized techniques, he made over a hundred silver needles simultaneously rotate within the acupuncture points.

This is simply divine. This technique is far superior to the previous one."

Shang Bianque reluctantly said, "Though I don’t want to admit it, your acupuncture skills are indeed far superior to mine, at least in this domain."

"I apologize for my disciples’ earlier disrespect toward you. They were too foolish, and I’ve been too indulgent with them, which made them forget their own limitations."

"Hahahaha, it’s rare to see Old Shang admit defeat so gracefully."

Zhong Beiyue laughed heartily.

"There’s no choice but to acknowledge it. This young man isn’t just skillful. The way he perfectly integrates modern scientific methods with ancient acupuncture techniques—that’s what’s truly terrifying.

It’s absolutely extraordinary!"

Shang Bianque sighed deeply.