Chapter 10 The Return Of The Nine Needles

Lin Feng had not yet spoken, but Du Yuhai was growing impatient and rolling his eyes. "Tang Lao, according to you, even if I don't let Brother Lin try, I only have three days left to live. It's either death or giving it a shot!" There was a sentence lingering in his mind that he did not voice. Lin Feng had seen how I fell ill yesterday at a glance, and when I would fall ill again. And you, you still can't diagnose the cause of my illness, and you have no way to address my condition. How could I trust you again! He bowed respectfully to Lin Feng once more, "Brother Lin, please proceed with the treatment. I have faith in your medical skills." Upon hearing this, Tang Fengchi's old face turned black. He did not dare to offend Du Yuhai, but he dared to belittle Lin Feng. He coldly snorted at Lin Feng, "Kid, this illness is incurable. Stop pretending here, causing harm and deceiving people for money." Lin Feng furrowed his brow, "Oh, what if I cure him?" Tang Fengchi narrowed his eyes, "If you can cure him, I'll give you a million. But if you can't?" He then looked Lin Feng up and down with a mocking gaze. Disdainfully, he said, "With your appearance, you surely can't come up with this money. So, I won't make it difficult for you." "If you can't cure him, then gouge out your own eyes. Admit that you have eyes but no pearls. Are you willing to bet?" Lin Feng did not expect the old man to be so ruthless, suggesting self-harm. But he was confident in his abilities, so what was there to fear? Without hesitation, he nodded and said, "Alright, I'll take that bet." As they made their wager, Du Yuhai remained silent, as it did not affect his interests in any way. At that moment, Lin Feng had already taken out nine silver needles and inserted them into Du Yuhai's mute point, labor palace point, gushing spring point, great abyss point, and nine other points. He then lifted, flicked, or rotated the nine silver needles, followed by gently or firmly massaging and tapping on Du Yuhai's body. Tang Fengchi, standing beside them, initially looked scornful, but gradually his expression turned more serious. He began to furrow his brow, ponder, have sudden realizations, and anxiously scratch his cheek. In short, his facial expressions became increasingly intense. Although the onlookers did not understand the type of needle technique Lin Feng was using or what Tang Fengchi was thinking. As time passed, they noticed that Du Yuhai's once pale and weak face was gradually gaining color. His wife, Zhang Mei, could not contain her excitement, "My goodness, it seems like there's some improvement. Dahai, how do you feel?" Du Yuhai chuckled, "Haha, Meimei, you're absolutely right. Although I still can't move my legs, I'm starting to feel a bit numb." After speaking, he turned to Tang Fengchi, whose expression was constantly changing. Jokingly, he remarked, "Tang Lao, it looks like you won't be able to keep that million, haha!" Tang Fengchi was utterly shocked, as if he had seen a ghost, staring intently at Lin Feng. He truly did not anticipate that an unknown, self-taught, and talented young man would possess such remarkable medical skills. As for Du Yuhai's four companions, each of them had flushed faces, tightly clenched hands, and dared not even breathe. Lin Feng himself felt a bit nervous, as it was his first time treating someone, and he was still somewhat unfamiliar with the techniques. He endeavored to remain calm and composed, treating nervously yet methodically. After another half an hour, Du Yuhai in the wheelchair had completely regained a healthy complexion. Suddenly, he exclaimed, extending his legs forcefully. Gazing up at the sky, he shouted, "Haha, I can finally move again!" At this moment, Lin Feng was drenched in sweat, breathing heavily. The sweat trickled into his eyes, causing discomfort. However, he was determined to surprise Du Yuhai even more. Taking a deep breath, he addressed the jubilant Du Yuhai, "Boss Du, although you can move now, the root cause of your illness has not been completely eliminated." "Please remain still while I eradicate all traces of your illness, ensuring no hidden ailments remain in your body." Du Yuhai nodded eagerly, "Alright, Lin brother, thank you for your efforts!" He sat obediently, engaged in lively conversation with his wife and four subordinates. After about ten minutes, a loud noise erupted from Du Yuhai's dantian. Before anyone could react, Du Yuhai, with a look of astonishment, exclaimed, "Oh my goodness, Lin brother, not only have you cured my paralysis, but you have also helped me break through the martial arts barrier I've been struggling with for years." "A miraculous healer, truly miraculous!" By this time, Lin Feng was exhausted. He had persevered for those ten minutes to assist Du Yuhai in breaking through the cultivation level he had been stuck at. Initially hesitant about his ability to achieve this, he had used the excuse of incomplete root removal to buy time. Now, trembling, he laboriously removed the nine silver needles. Too fatigued to speak, he weakly took a few steps back and sat down. Unable to wipe away the sweat, he closed his eyes and rested. As soon as the silver needles were extracted, Du Yuhai leaped off the wheelchair. After a few jumps and a display of dazzling boxing techniques in the courtyard, he knelt before Lin Feng, overflowing with gratitude. "Doctor Lin, your medical skills are truly extraordinary. You not only cured my paralysis but also helped me achieve a breakthrough I've been striving for over a decade." "The Sky Realm, a height I've longed for but struggled to reach, is now within my grasp thanks to you." "Brother, you are my savior, my guiding light. I hold you in the highest regard." "Brother above, I bow to you!" With a series of knocks, he bowed his head. His wife and four subordinates followed suit, kneeling down. Regaining some strength, Lin Feng quickly helped them up, smiling, "Brother, please, let's all rise." Just then, Tang Fengchi, who had been observing silently, suddenly exclaimed in excitement. "Oh, I remember now. Doctor Lin, your acupuncture technique is known as the Nine Yang Needles, isn't it?" Lin Feng, unimpressed by the old man, glanced at him and asked casually, "You're familiar with this acupuncture technique as well?" Tang Fengchi, won over by Lin Feng's skill, disregarded the tone and nodded vigorously, "No, no, I'm not as remarkable as you think, little miracle worker. I heard about this technique from an elder in my youth." "It's been said that this technique has been lost for many years. To see it in your hands today is truly unexpected. I am grateful for this experience." He bowed deeply to Lin Feng, expressing his regret. Afterward, he took out a checkbook, wrote a check, and handed it to Lin Feng. He respectfully handed it over, saying, "Dear miracle worker, this is the one million I lost in our bet. Please accept it graciously."