"Bah!"
Chen Xiao looked at Lin Meiqiao, who was kowtowing repeatedly at his feet, and finally spat out some of the anger in his chest. With a casual movement, he inserted a "Sheng Sheng Zao Hua Zhen" (Life-Generating Creation Needle) into the Baihui acupoint on Long Xiaolin's head. It was clean, swift, and brutal.
The electrocardiograph monitor instantly stopped alarming. The ridiculously fast response was as if the power had been suddenly pulled, yet the display screen remained on, clearly showing that Long Xiaolin's vital signs were rapidly returning to normal.
Zhou Wannong's beautiful eyes were filled with emotion, her heart pounding wildly. Her chest heaved so violently that the stainless steel sterilization tray she was holding, along with the silver needles and other medical instruments on it, trembled slightly.
Nangong Yi was shocked and terrified, almost biting off his tongue.
"Heavens! This seems to be the Sheng Sheng Zao Hua Zhen, lost since the Tang and Song dynasties! According to ancient texts, this set of acupuncture techniques consists of nine needles, capable of reviving the dead, regenerating flesh and bone, stealing yin and yang, and seizing creation. Hence its name, it's truly a divine art! Even if Dr. Chen only knows one needle, it's enough to make him the envy of the global medical community..."
Lin Huichun looked at Chen Xiao with admiration. Without thinking, he interrupted Nangong Yi sternly:
"No! Dr. Chen doesn't just know one needle, he knows the complete set of nine needles, capable of extending the life of any patient with a single breath for nine days!"
"How... how many? Nine... nine needles? Is... is this even something a human can do?"
Nangong Yi's eyes widened, his expression filled with disbelief.
At this moment, besides kowtowing to Chen Xiao like a pestle pounding medicine, he didn't know what else to say.
Chen Xiao, solely focused on circulating the profound and mysterious "Wu Zi Jin Fang" (Wordless Golden Prescription) in his mind, was undisturbed by the outside world. With his eyes on his nose and his nose on his mouth, he casually grabbed a handful of silver needles from the stainless steel sterilization tray in front of Zhou Wannong and began inserting them into Long Xiaolin's chest. He was using the "Jiu Gong Ba Gua Chang Chun Zhen" (Nine Palaces Eight Trigrams Everlasting Spring Needle), which had various miraculous effects such as promoting blood circulation, dispelling stasis, reducing inflammation, and relieving pain.
Zhou Wannong subconsciously recalled that Chen Xiao had performed acupuncture on her chest, which was slightly open, when she had fainted a few days prior. Her cheeks grew even hotter, her breathing quickened, and she inexplicably lowered her voice to say:
"Chen Xiao, can you come to my place tonight? I've been feeling unwell again these past two days. I suspect it's a sign of my congenital cold evil acting up again!"
Unfortunately, her voice was too soft, and even she herself didn't hear it clearly, let alone Chen Xiao, who was fully immersed in his acupuncture.
Nangong Yi and Lin Huichun, despite being paragons of the medical field, did not recognize the Jiu Gong Ba Gua Chang Chun Zhen. They were impressed but clueless. At this moment, they could only stare intently at the silver needles in Chen Xiao's fingertips, silently giving him countless thumbs-up in their minds, not daring to blink or even breathe heavily.
However, to Lin Meiqiao and the other doctors, nurses, and a dozen burly bodyguards present, Chen Xiao's acupuncture was nothing more than brutal, with no redeeming features. After all, they either had a superficial understanding of traditional Chinese medicine or none at all. If Nangong Yi and Lin Huichun couldn't understand the Jiu Gong Ba Gua Chang Chun Zhen, there was no way they could.
Seeing that over a dozen silver needles had been inserted into Long Xiaolin's chest, yet Chen Xiao showed no signs of stopping, Lin Meiqiao could no longer hold back her doubts and questioned:
"Dr. Chen, aren't you using this opportunity for personal revenge and deliberately torturing my son? If you keep going, my son will be poked like a hedgehog!"
Chen Xiao had no intention of truly saving Long Xiaolin in the first place. As soon as Lin Meiqiao finished speaking, he casually tossed the remaining three silver needles back into the stainless steel sterilization tray in front of Zhou Wannong:
"Actually, three more needles would save your son a lot of suffering in the future. But since you don't trust me, then forget it!"
"You..."
Lin Meiqiao did not believe Chen Xiao's words at all. Suppressing her anger, she said indignantly:
"Hmph! Don't try to scare me with empty threats! Although I don't understand medicine, I know that surgery is needed to save my son, like cutting him open or transfusing blood. With common acupuncture like this, how long will it take for him to wake up..."
Before she could finish, Lin Meiqiao suddenly froze. She clearly noticed Long Xiaolin's eyelids twitch.
"Mom! Help! Help me—"
The next second, accompanied by a pig-like scream, Long Xiaolin suddenly woke up.
His memory was clearly still stuck on being beaten by Leng Shan. His facial expression was one of pain, his body contorted violently, but his hands and feet, shattered by Leng Shan's hidden force from the Snake Fist, were difficult to move. It was as if they were stuck to the operating table, making him look like a moth caught in a spiderweb.
Lin Meiqiao was both overjoyed, surprised, and frightened. In a panic, she quickly hugged him and anxiously comforted him:
"Xiaolin! Don't be scared, Mom is here! And we're in the hospital now, it's very safe..."
Under Lin Meiqiao's comfort, Long Xiaolin's fear gradually subsided. Like a startled mouse, he hid in Lin Meiqiao's arms and cried profusely:
"Mom! I was almost beaten to death by Leng Shan, a thug hired by the Ye family. You must avenge me, sob—wah wah..."
But as he cried, he inadvertently saw Chen Xiao standing nearby. He was immediately terrified, his heart pounding, as if he had seen a ghost. He screamed sharply:
"Ah! Chen... Chen Xiao! Why... why are you here? Mom... Mom! Leng Shan beat me up like this because of this guy named... named Chen Xiao! Help... help me..."
Before he finished speaking, he fainted again from fright, his face filled with terror, his expression exaggerated, and the operating table was soaked.
"You surnamed Chen! You... you... you you you..."
Lin Meiqiao's anger flared instantly. Her cold and ferocious gaze shot towards Chen Xiao.
Chen Xiao, far from being intimidated, sneered with confidence:
"Lin Zhengyang's daughter, right? Long Bangguo's wife, right? I don't care who you are, you'd better think carefully before speaking to me. If you dare to be as unreasonable as before, beware of the consequences!"
Zhou Wannong naturally didn't care about the lives of Lin Meiqiao's family. However, thinking of her maternal grandfather, Long Aotian, she couldn't bear it. So, she kindly advised:
"Auntie, although cousin's life has been saved by Dr. Chen regardless of past grievances, his injuries are still very serious. To be frank, if Dr. Chen is not invited to continue the next stage of treatment, I'm afraid he will not only be paralyzed in his limbs for the rest of his life but also very likely become mentally impaired."
Chen Xiao shook his head slightly, a half-smile on his face, and corrected Zhou Wannong's statement:
"Paralysis in his limbs is indeed a certainty, but he definitely won't become mentally impaired. At most, he will suffer from headaches for the rest of his life. Because although my Jiu Gong Ba Gua Chang Chun Zhen is three needles short of completion, the severe trauma to his brain is basically no longer an issue. Originally, paralysis of the limbs is a torment, but if he were to become mentally impaired or die early, that would be a release."
Boom!
In an instant, Lin Meiqiao felt as if struck by lightning, her scalp tingling. She deeply regretted preventing Chen Xiao from performing the last three needles. She finally realized that Chen Xiao's willingness to pull Long Xiaolin back from the brink of death was not out of forgiveness for past grievances.
At this moment, the anger and hatred in her expression towards Chen Xiao were completely replaced by boundless terror and despair. Without thinking, she knelt down again:
"Dr. Chen, please, see it through and save him! He's my only son. If he's paralyzed for the rest of his life, how... how can I go on living?"