Peerless Martial Expert in the City
Chapter 192 - 191 I Want to Learn Traditional Chinese Medicine from You

Chapter 192: Chapter 191 I Want to Learn Traditional Chinese Medicine from You

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"Don’t worry, I’ll do my best to save him."

The moment the operating room door closed, Xiao Yi turned back, looked at Wang Qingqing, Li Xiaomei, and the third person, and made them a solemn promise.

Then he resolutely entered the operating room.

"Doctor Xiao, what should we do?"

Having arranged everything for the surgery, Dr. Zhang, followed by two nurses, looked to Xiao Yi. Since he became the chief physician and led his first successful surgery, it was the first time in over a decade that he felt so utterly helpless and clueless in the operating room, his domain, facing a patient lying on the operating table.

The moment after he had asked Xiao Yi, he felt absurd, as if he had gone back to the days when he had just graduated from Medical College and was an assistant in surgeries.

"Wait a moment, please."

Xiao Yi nodded at him, and then with a somber look, deeply inhaled while staring at Wang Xiaohu lying on the operating table. Although he had spoken confidently to Dr. Zhang just before, he knew that he wasn’t particularly certain of success.

After standing quietly for a while, determination appeared in his eyes. He flipped his hand, and suddenly, there were several needles of varying lengths and sizes in his hand.

Success or failure depended on this single effort!

Looking at Wang Xiaohu, who was wrapped up like a mummy, Xiao Yi took another deep breath. The long needle in his hand began to shake automatically, while his gaze was intensely fixed on Wang Xiaohu on the bed, seemingly oblivious to the trembling of the needle in his hand.

Dr. Zhang and the two nurses behind him were completely shocked at this scene. They gaped as they saw the needles of varying lengths and sizes in his hand trembling continuously, not taking their eyes off him, wanting to see what he was about to do!

It was a gamble!

About three minutes passed, Xiao Yi bit his teeth hard, and with a sudden movement, he threw the needles at Wang Xiaohu’s body. The seven needles of varying lengths and sizes quickly inserted into different parts of his body.

And after throwing the needles, Xiao Yi’s hands immediately moved swiftly, keeping up with the seven needles, which were inserted into stationary parts, and he began to continually maneuver them back and forth, pressing them in sequence.

As time ticked by, Xiao Yi’s hands kept shifting back and forth over each needle, and Dr. Zhang and the nurses could only see how effortlessly Xiao Yi’s hands moved. However, they quickly noticed with astonishment that Xiao Yi’s complexion was turning pale, and beads of sweat seemed to be emerging more and more on his forehead, soon turning into a torrential sweat.

What surprised them even more was not these changes, but the sight of Wang Xiaohu, lying on the bed like a bundled mummy, starting to emanate heat from his body, with what seemed like wisps of white mist appearing above his lungs!

The three thought their eyes were playing tricks on them after staring at Xiao Yi for so long, so they vigorously rubbed their eyes and looked again, only to find that the white mist was still there,

and it had become even clearer, the vapor growing denser.

Their eyes couldn’t help but bulge out. They knew that the seven needles were inserted into different parts, none of which were in the lungs. So, how could mist be coming from the direction of the patient’s lungs?

"Alright, start the surgery!"

Just as the three were dumbfounded, feeling as if their minds had gone blank, Xiao Yi’s faint voice sounded.

Hearing his voice, the three finally snapped back to reality, shifting their gaze from the patient’s lung area to Xiao Yi. Upon seeing him, they froze again. Xiao Yi, who had just been full of energy, now looked as though he had run a marathon. He seemed utterly exhausted, slumping to one side with a languid appearance, his eyes were somewhat glazed, and his forehead revealed an indescribable weariness.

What was going on?

Could it be because of the few needles just now?

Dr. Zhang was completely astonished. At this moment, his heart grew even more curious about traditional Chinese medicine.

He finally realized that the Chinese medicine he had once looked down upon seemed indeed to be filled with even more mysteriousness than the miraculous diagnoses exhibited by Elder An.

However, he was a doctor after all. Knowing that he was in the operating room, he briefly zoned out before immediately starting to verbally direct the two nurses beside him to proceed with the surgery methodically.

The moment he grasped the scalpel, his expression became focused and spirited as if the task before him was his beloved.

Xiao Yi, who was sitting to the side, watched Dr. Zhang’s expression change and finally felt relief. It seemed, Elder An had indeed chosen the right person.

Slowly closing his eyes, he couldn’t help but smile bitterly in his heart. It appeared that the old man was right; the Divine Ghost Needle simply wasn’t something he could fully utilize with his current ability.

Just seven needles were so overbearing, so terrifying.

While silently circulating the mental method of the Carefree True Scripture to recover his almost entirely exhausted Inner Breath, Xiao Yi reflected on his application of the Seven Needles, a shiver of fear running through him. What he had just used was a needle technique that the old man claimed, once mastered, could resurrect the dead and regrow flesh from bones. It was said to be passed down from the founder of the Carefree Sect during the Warring States period, the renowned Big Shot Guiguzi, known as the Twelve Divine Ghost Needles.

The more needles used simultaneously in this technique, the more immense its power and the more terrifying its effects. Legend had it that deploying all twelve needles at once could truly defy the heavens and bring the dead back to life!

Unfortunately, the four needles of the most powerful needle techniques, which make up the last part of the Twelve Needles, had been lost to time. Currently, Xiao Yi only knew the Eight Needles, which he was exceedingly familiar with, having committed the method to memory. However, this was the first time he had actually executed this needle technique, firstly because he generally didn’t need to use such a technique, and even if he did, it would resolve with just one or two needles. For more complicated illnesses, three or four needles would suffice. The most he ever used to save a dying patient was six needles!

Secondly, and more importantly, he had always been afraid to apply the Seven Needles. The Ghost Valley Twelve Needles were reputed to defy fate and not be meant for this world. The difficulty of this needle technique was extraordinary. Moreover, as the sequence progressed, it became increasingly difficult. The first five needles were manageable, but from the sixth needle onwards, the difficulty increased almost exponentially. The requirements for the practitioner were incredibly high, and there were virtually no successful learners. According to the old man, no one had managed to apply all twelve needles in over a thousand years. The old man himself had only ever managed to apply up to eight needles. Even with the knowledge of the ninth, it was impossible to execute. Not even Guiguzi, the creator of the Ghost Valley Twelve Needles, left any records of having mastered all twelve, although descendants assumed he had since he invented the technique.

After examining Wang Xiaohu’s condition again, Xiao Yi hesitated for a moment but in the end, he gritted his teeth and went ahead with it, as he couldn’t think of any other solution apart from the Seven Needles.

As a result, he did manage to successfully apply them, finally experiencing the Seven Needles. But these needles drained almost all of his True Qi. He had not anticipated that the Seven Needles technique would be so overpowering. Every time he cycled through the mental method for the Seven Needles, those seven silver needles would draw a portion of True Qi from him, until finally, he was nearly completely drained. If it weren’t for his unwavering will and determination to save Wang Xiaohu, it wouldn’t have been possible at all.

However, by hook or by crook, he didn’t let them down and managed to bring him back.

Thinking back to the last circulation when he felt a surge of vitality coming from Wang Xiaohu’s lungs, a faint smile appeared on Xiao Yi’s face.

Without a doubt, the person Divine Doctor An recommended to Xiao Yi was reliable. Dr. Zhang’s surgical skills were unquestionably superb. His handling of the terrible wounds was systematic and skilled, and with the help of a few nurses, he quickly addressed each of Wang Xiaohu’s dreadful injuries.

When he had dealt with the surrounding wounds and it was time for the last and most critical one, he quickly noticed the anomaly in Wang Xiaohu. The lung that had a huge shadow just moments ago now seemed to be unharmed!

How could this be possible!

Dr. Zhang’s mouth dropped open, his eyes filled with disbelief.

This was simply a myth, oh, Immortal Law!

Such a severe injury had healed so quickly and regained robust vitality!

Was this really Chinese medicine?

It was only after the nurse beside him reminded him that Dr. Zhang, holding surgical tools in his hand, came back to his senses. He looked dazedly at the unworried Xiao Yi sitting on the floor, eyes slightly closed as if consumed by endless fatigue, and resumed treating the last injury.

With the lung problem gone, the last injury was much easier to deal with. With Dr. Zhang’s expertise, it took less than three minutes to finish. Tossing the surgical scissors into the tray, Dr. Zhang took off his mask and approached Xiao Yi. He knelt down before him and said, "Divine Doctor Xiao, please accept me as your disciple! I’ve decided, from today onwards, I’ll follow you and study Chinese medicine!"(To be continued. If you like this work, we invite you to come to Qidian (qidian.com) to vote for recommend tickets, monthly tickets. Your support is my greatest motivation.)