413: C413 Needle Treatment

C413 Needle Treatment

It wasn't an exaggeration to say that Old Master Yang might need a very complicated acupuncture technique to cure the disease. However, Jiang Feifan was giving himself the illusion that he could cure the disease with a single needle.

If Jiang Feifan knew what Hee Tingting was thinking now, he would definitely praise her and say, "You have good taste."

This needle of his was not as simple as ordinary acupuncture techniques. In the entire South City, he was probably the only one who could use the Jiang family's acupuncture technique like this.

Jiang Feifan had long seen that Old Master Yang was not in an ordinary car accident. It was because there were strange things invading his body that made Jiang Feifan feel a sense of familiarity.

Jiang Feifan inserted the silver needle into Old Master Yang's body and injected a trace of life force into his body.

The majestic life force that contained the awe-inspiring righteousness was slowly forming in Old Master Yang's body at this moment, forcing that strange Qi out of his body.

Very quickly, after Jiang Feifan stopped operating, he put away the silver needle and quietly stood beside the bed. He looked at Old Master Yang who was lying on the bed. A few minutes had passed, but Old Master Yang still remained motionless on the bed.

Yang Haotian's eyebrows once again twisted into a deep frown, and Zhang Xiaofeng finally could not sit still anymore.

In order to prevent Old Master Yang from dying suddenly, Yang Haotian punished him. Zhang Xiaofeng quickly stepped forward and wanted to pull out the silver needles from the patient's body.

"I have already said that you are a thing that came out of nowhere. You still want to be a Godly Doctor? Why don't you take a look at yourself? Besides, TCM is just an undeserved reputation. Just like you, a useless person, you are just a pretentious liar. "

"Young Master Yang, you have seen it too. He, Jiang Feifan, is responsible for your grandfather's death!"

Just as Zhang Xiaofeng's hand was about to touch the silver needle on Old Master Yang's body, Hee Tingting quickly shouted.

"No!"

But before she could step forward to stop him, a crisp slap exploded in the operating theater.

It was Jiang Feifan who slapped Zhang Xiaofeng the moment he got close to the hospital bed.

"The first slap. You have eyes but do not recognize Mount Tai."

"Pa!"

"Second slap, you are not responsible for the slap."

"Pa!"

"The third slap, I will slap you to insult the things left behind by your ancestors. As a person with the bloodline of the Liuxia tribe, think about what you just said. Are you worthy of being a Xia tribe member?!"

When the last word "person" was said, Jiang Feifan's three slaps carried a trace of true essence that caused Zhang Xiaofeng to spin a few times on the spot. With a thud, Zhang Xiaofeng fell to his knees.

His eyes were dull, and blood was flowing out of the corner of his mouth. If it wasn't for Jiang Feifan holding back, these three slaps would have turned Zhang Xiaofeng into an idiot.

However, even though Jiang Feifan had held back, Zhang Xiaofeng was still stunned.

After kneeling on the ground for a full minute, there was only one sentence that kept repeating in his mind.

He was hit, and he was actually hit.

As the youngest genius doctor in the First People's Hospital of South City, he was actually beaten up by an unknown pup.

Although Yang Haotian was also very unhappy with Zhang Xiaofeng, Jiang Feifan had slapped this guy a few times, and he felt very relieved. However, his grandfather was still lying unconscious on the hospital bed, and it didn't seem like he had been cured at all.

Just as he was about to question Jiang Feifan again with a frown, Old Master Yang suddenly opened his eyes and sat up from the hospital bed.

"Hao Tian, I... Where am I?"

"Grandfather?"

Yang Haotian stopped in his tracks when he heard his grandfather speak without any warning.2

Zhang Xiaofeng endured the pain coming from his body and quickly went to the hospital bed to check on Old Master Yang who was still muddle-headed.

He let Zhang Xiaofeng look at his eyelids and look at his tongue moss. Old Master Yang slowly remembered how he had been sent to the hospital due to his serious illness.

"Young man, don't do it anymore. Who can understand my body better than me? I feel relaxed and energetic now."

In less than half a minute, Old Master Yang's face became redder and redder. Zhang Xiaofeng stopped the examination and looked at Jiang Feifan on the other side. Jiang Feifan had given him a strong shock at the moment.

He never thought that this little prick who came out of nowhere could cure the difficult disease that even the experts in the First People's Hospital of South City, including himself, could not do anything about.

Compared to Zhang Xiaofeng's surprise, Yang Haotian's eyes flashed with a trace of determination.

He immediately came in front of Jiang Feifan and knelt down with a thud.

"Benefactor, Yang Haotian will never forget your great kindness to the Yang family!"

"In the South City, I, Yang Haotian, have some power. If you need me in the future, just tell me!"

Hearing Yang Haotian's excited words, Jiang Feifan looked at him indifferently.

"It is every doctor's responsibility to help the world. You don't have to be grateful to me. However, I have only temporarily cured your old man's illness. If you want to cure him completely, you have to go to your house to take a look."

After listening to the second half of Jiang Feifan's words, Yang Haotian stood up and looked at him with a puzzled look.

"Benefactor, what do you mean?"

"There's something in your family that isn't clean."

Jiang Feifan's mysterious tone made Yang Haotian confused. Something was not clean. Before Yang Haotian could react, he heard a hearty laugh. It was Old Master Yang.

"Young man, I did not expect you to not only have excellent medical skills, but also dabble in metaphysics."

"Alright, I'll go back later. Also, let Hao Tian invite Great Master Wang to see if there are any problems with my family's Feng Shui."

Seeing Old Master Yang accept his explanation, Jiang Feifan still shook his head.

"It's fine. According to your family's current situation, I can solve it."

"Jiang Feifan!"

Although he didn't know how Jiang Feifan cured Old Man Yang by accident, he was still able to talk nonsense in front of Old Man Yang just because he had contributed a little. It was exactly the same as Zhang Xiaofeng's usual act of taking credit for himself.

What's more, the "unclean" thing made Zhang Xiaofeng hate Jiang Feifan even more.

After a cold shout, he silently scolded him.

"Profound studies cannot exist in the real world. You don't need to scare the old man here!"

Compared to Zhang Xiaofeng's words, although Old Master Yang remained calm and collected, he also felt a trace of disdain towards this arrogant and confident young man. If he was so arrogant at such a young age, he would definitely suffer in the future.

"Young man, thank you so much for this old man's illness today. However, we will solve our family's Fengshui by ourselves. I won't trouble you anymore. I'll get Hao Tian to give you a big red packet later."

After saying that, Old Master Yang straightened his body and stood up from the hospital bed.

Looking at his grandfather, who was still on his last breath ten minutes ago, he was actually so fast and healthy that he was even healthier than before. Yang Haotian opened his mouth wide in shock, as if he could stuff an egg into it.

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