TDDDMFM Chapter 32: Divine Needles, Divine Skills
Zhou Xiaobei looked at Zhang Jihui lying on the bed, furrowing his brows. "Your condition is worse than I expected. Your organs are rapidly failing. Right now, you're just paralyzed in bed. Before long, your lungs will atrophy, causing breathing difficulties, followed by kidney ascites, liver problems, and finally, your heart will stop beating."
"..."
Zhang Jihui nodded silently.
He was well aware of his own body. Today, his condition was unusually poor, and he already had a vague premonition of something ominous.
"Can I still be cured?"
"With me here, even if Yama wants you dead at three, I can keep you until five."
"..."
Zhang Zhonghai couldn't help but laugh.
This young brat had quite the confidence. Could he really cure him?
"Zhang Master, your physical condition is indeed not optimistic, but it's not as serious as he says. You just need to slowly recuperate, and naturally, you can recover," Zhang Zhonghai said coldly.
Upon hearing this, Zhang Jihui looked at the two of them, one was the heir of the Zhang family's medical lineage, a renowned divine doctor in Xiangcheng, and the other was a rising star who had cured cancer for the residents of Yan City. He didn't know whom to believe.
"I support Divine Doctor Zhang!" Zhang Keke puffed up her chest and resolutely stood by Zhang Zhonghai's side.
Zhou Xiaobei sneered, "Old man, don't forget our bet. If you lose, don't go back on your word."
"I won't lose."
Zhang Zhonghai was obviously very confident in his medical skills.
"A dead duck's mouth is still hard."
Zhou Xiaobei sneered coldly and reached out to feel Zhang Jihui's pulse.
Zhang Keke watched Zhou Xiaobei acting so ostentatiously, sniffing disdainfully. "Acting all high and mighty like you own the place. If you can't cure me later, watch how I deal with you!"
Zhang Tao gave his daughter a stern look.
Zhang Keke then shut her mouth.
Zhou Xiaobei felt Zhang Jihui's pulse for a moment and then said, "Zhang Laotou, rest assured. With me here, you'll be fine!"
After speaking, Zhou Xiaobei took out a small oilcloth bundle from his backpack. After unfolding it, there was a delicate box inside, and inside the box lay dozens of sparkling golden needles.
"Golden needles!"
Zhang Zhonghai's eyes narrowed slightly.
He was also skilled in acupuncture, and he had a particular fondness for acupuncture instruments. Seeing that Zhou Xiaobei actually had a set of extremely well-preserved golden needles, his eyes lit up.
Leaving aside other matters, just this set of golden needles was worth at least a million on the market.
"Please trouble Divine Doctor Zhou!" Zhang Jihui lying on the bed said.
Zhou Xiaobei didn't say anything. Holding the golden needles, he circulated his true qi and pierced a needle into Zhang Jihui's inch point.
"Ah..."
Zhang Jihui furrowed his brows and groaned.
With this needle inserted, Zhang Jihui felt as if there was a burning sensation from the inch point, hot and painful. Even with his tough bones, he couldn't help but gasp in cold sweat covering his forehead.
"Grandpa, what's wrong with you?"
Zhang Keke asked nervously.
"It hurts a bit, and it's a bit hot, like being stabbed by a red-hot needle."
Zhang Jihui gritted his teeth and said slowly.
Zhang Tao and Zhang Keke looked at Zhou Xiaobei nervously, especially Zhang Keke, whose gaze at Zhou Xiaobei was almost murderous.
However, Zhou Xiaobei remained indifferent. "At your age, you can't even bear this slight pain. Old man, you're really embarrassing!"
After speaking, Zhou Xiaobei turned to look at Zhang Zhonghai.
Zhang Zhonghai's face turned black.
Just one needle, and you think you've figured it all out?
"No insight!"
Zhou Xiaobei shook his head.
...
Zhou Xiaobei sneered, "Old man, today I'll broaden your horizons. Let me tell you, the acupuncture technique I'm using is the first needle of the Thirteen Divine Needles, called Soul Breaker!"
Boom!
Hearing this, Zhang Zhonghai trembled all over, his face changed involuntarily!
"What, what did you say, Thirteen Divine Needles?!"
Zhang Zhonghai hurriedly leaned in to take a closer look. After a moment, his mouth slowly widened, showing an incredulous expression.
Zhang Zhonghai was well-versed in various medical techniques, and his family library contained many ancient medical books. Coincidentally, one of the ancient books recorded the Thirteen Divine Needles, but unfortunately, only fragments remained.
Zhou Xiaobei's acupuncture technique and needle insertion method were exactly the same as the legendary Thirteen Divine Needles, which had been lost for nearly a hundred years!
Zhang Zhonghai stared wide-eyed, his gaze fixed on Zhou Xiaobei, afraid to miss any details. And in the meantime, Zhou Xiaobei had already pierced five consecutive needles.
And with the fifth needle inserted, forming a continuous pattern, the tail of the golden needle began to vibrate at a frequency.
Seeing this, everyone was dumbfounded.
Could it be done like this!?
"Sweep..."
Zhou Xiaobei pressed both hands on Zhang Jihui's abdomen, and true qi surged, pouring into his body. The next moment, the five golden needles all stopped vibrating simultaneously...
Swoosh swoosh swoosh...
They flew out continuously.
Zhou Xiaobei swiftly caught all the golden needles with a flick of his hand.
He put them into a brocade box.
Taking a deep breath, Zhou Xiaobei smiled and patted Zhang Jihui. "Alright, Zhang Laotou, I've got your condition under control. I've also cured the stubborn illness on your leg. Try getting out of bed and see if you can walk!"
That's good!
Zhang Jihui couldn't believe it.
With just a few random needles, without any special means, just like this... he was actually cured!
"Hey, brat, are you trying to fool us?" Zhang Keke stared at Zhou Xiaobei suspiciously.
"Woman, short hair, short-sighted!"
Zhou Xiaobei couldn't be bothered with Zhang Keke's nonsense.
"Try getting out of bed."
"Alright!"
Zhang Jihui nodded and, supporting himself, tried to sit up. Zhang Tao prepared to assist him, but Zhang Jihui pushed him aside. His eyes sparkled as if rejuvenated.
"No need to help me. I feel like I can sit up by myself!"
Then, under everyone's gaze, Zhang Jihui indeed managed to sit up by himself.
It's incredible!
Zhang Tao and Zhang Keke were overjoyed, their eyes even turning red.
Due to leg injuries from shrapnel, Zhang Jihui had damaged his muscles and nerves. As he grew older, he hadn't been able to stand for a long time. Unexpectedly, after Zhou Xiaobei's acupuncture treatment, he miraculously stood up.
It's a miracle!
Seeing Zhang Jihui standing still, Zhou Xiaobei couldn't help but feel speechless. The old man really didn't have confidence in his medical skills.
"Old man, boldly take a step forward. What's there to fear if you just fall down a couple of times?!"
"Yes, what's there to fear? When I was fighting back then, I faced thousands of troops, climbed over mountains of corpses and seas of blood. Now that I'm older, I'm afraid of taking a few steps and falling down?" Zhang Jihui shouted, mustering up his courage. He refused the assistance of his son and granddaughter and took a big step forward.