Chapter 348: Divine Needle Control
With a thud, Yin Suwen knelt on the floor, pleading, "Young Master Cheng, Old Zhou was rude just now. I apologize on his behalf! Please, I’m begging you, save Old Zhou!"
Cheng Yuan helped Yin Suwen up and said coolly, "Madam Zhou, please get up. There’s no need for you to apologize. Governor Zhou was simply misled by a quack."
After speaking, Cheng Yuan turned his head and looked coldly at the several assistants. "Get out of the way."
"Ah, yes!"
The assistants quickly made way. They couldn’t be happier to pass this hot potato to Cheng Yuan.
Cheng Yuan activated his Double Pupil to observe Zhou Yadong’s condition. Seeing that his heart meridian and internal organs were not damaged, he breathed a small sigh of relief. He held out a hand to Zhu Yonghong. "Give me the Silver Needles."
Zhu Yonghong hesitated. "Dr. Cheng, I suggest you take his pulse first. Governor Zhou’s acupoints seem to be covered by a dense wall of qi, making needle insertion extremely difficult. I wouldn’t advise it."
Cheng Yuan said coldly, "The fact that *you* find it difficult only proves your medical skills are lacking! Do I need a quack like you to tell me what to do? Enough nonsense! Give me the Silver Needles!"
Zhu Yonghong’s face paled and flushed as he was being lectured. Ever since he became a professor, this was the first time he’d been berated so mercilessly.
The feeling reminded Zhu Yonghong of his intern days, of being dressed down by the chief physician until he wished the ground would swallow him whole.
Zhu Yonghong suppressed his anger and handed the Silver Needles to Cheng Yuan. Originally, he had planned to slip away in the chaos. Whether Zhou Yadong lived or died had nothing to do with him.
But now, Zhu Yonghong no longer wanted to leave. He wanted to witness Cheng Yuan make a fool of himself! He wanted to watch with his own eyes as Cheng Yuan treated Zhou Yadong to death!
After taking the Silver Needles, Cheng Yuan gave his wrist a light flick!
Streaks of Qi Force shot out!
PFFT! PFFT! PFFT! PFFT!
The Silver Needles pierced the acupoints as easily as if they were poking through tissue paper!
Zhu Yonghong and his assistants stared with wide, unbelieving eyes, utterly shocked by the scene before them!
Zhu Yonghong couldn’t help but exclaim, "Qi-Guided Needle! That’s the Qi-Guided Needle technique! Young Master Cheng can actually use the Qi-Guided Needle technique? Governor Zhou is saved!!"
Zhang Guoqiang and Yin Suwen’s spirits soared, and they turned to Zhu Yonghong with excited expressions.
"Professor Zhu, what is the Qi-Guided Needle technique? Is it very powerful?"
Zhu Yonghong said with a solemn expression, "Of course the Qi-Guided Needle technique is powerful! In the entire Dragon Country, only those ranked in the top ten on the Divine Doctor list can use it! It requires the formidable power of a Grandmaster or higher! I never imagined Young Master Cheng was also a Martial Arts Grandmaster!"
’A Martial Arts Grandmaster?’
Cheng Yuan curled his lip in disdain. He was already a Grandmaster, and an invincible one at that—the kind who could leapfrog two ranks to kill a Martial Emperor!
’A mere Grandmaster is nothing!’
Yin Suwen trembled with excitement and laid on the flattery thick. "For Young Master Cheng to be a Grandmaster at such a young age, and to possess such masterful medical skills... he’s destined to become a Divine Doctor revered by all! His deeds will be sung by countless people!"
Zhang Guoqiang also asked excitedly, "Young Master Cheng, was that really the Qi-Guided Needle technique you just used?"
Cheng Yuan shook his head lightly. "It wasn’t the Qi-Guided Needle technique."
Zhang Guoqiang looked at Zhu Yonghong in confusion. "Professor Zhu, Young Master Cheng says it wasn’t the Qi-Guided Needle technique!"
Zhu Yonghong said with great certainty, "Young Master Cheng must be being modest. That was definitely the Qi-Guided Needle technique! I’d swear on my life!"
Cheng Yuan gave Zhu Yonghong a cool glance. "Professor Zhu, take a closer look."
Zhu Yonghong froze, then carefully observed the twenty-odd Silver Needles.
Soon, Zhu Yonghong noticed the issue!
The True Essence on the Silver Needles had already dissipated, but the ends of the needles were still vibrating ceaselessly!
What shocked Zhu Yonghong the most was that the frequency and amplitude of each needle’s vibration were different!
Zhu Yonghong’s expression changed drastically, and his voice began to tremble!
"Divine Needle Control! This is the legendary Divine Needle Control!! So Young Master Cheng’s medical skills have reached a height that this old man could never hope to achieve! He has already surpassed those so-called Divine Doctors of the Dragon Country! He’s comparable to the legendary Old Valley Master of Medicine Valley!"
"Divine Needle Control? What is Divine Needle Control?"
The assistants had never heard of this term and looked at their teacher, confused.
Zhang Guoqiang and Yin Suwen also wore looks of anticipation. Though they didn’t understand, they could tell it was something amazing!
Zhu Yonghong’s face took on an expression of pilgrimage as he gazed at Cheng Yuan as if looking at an Ancient Medical Saint.
"Divine Needle Control has one strict requirement! Your Martial Dao strength must reach the level of a Grandmaster at a minimum! Only by perfectly fusing one’s Spiritual Power, True Essence, and physical body can one use Divine Needle Control! For Young Master Cheng to be such a young Grandmaster, and with such sublime medical skills, he is destined to reach the Ultimate realm in the future! He will become a legend in the Dragon Country Ancient Martial Realm!"
’A Grandmaster??’
Yin Suwen didn’t really understand how powerful a Grandmaster was, but Zhang Guoqiang was so excited he nearly suffocated!
Hu Yidao, the president of the Dongshan Martial Dao Association, is also only a Grandmaster!
For Young Master Cheng to be a Grandmaster at such a young age, with time, he will surely reach the Ultimate realm! He definitely has a chance of reaching the heights of the Old Dragon King!
Before, Zhang Guoqiang was wary of Cheng Yuan mainly because of his background, but now, he felt a deep, genuine admiration for Cheng Yuan himself!
Zhang Guoqiang exclaimed in admiration, "Young Master Cheng’s medical skill and power are so terrifying. He actually used Divine Needle Control. Old Zhou is saved!"
Zhu Yonghong also nodded emphatically. "Director Zhang is right, Governor Zhou is saved!"
As he spoke, Zhu Yonghong’s eyes were wide, fixed on the continuously vibrating ends of the needles.
Although he couldn’t fully comprehend it, being able to witness this miracle firsthand was an experience worth bragging about!
As he watched, Zhu Yonghong suddenly frowned.
’Something’s not right!’
While he didn’t understand how the vibrations of so many needle ends were controlled, he could tell from their frequency and amplitude that Young Master Cheng was using the Draining Needle Technique!
’Zhou Yadong has so much cold qi in his body, how could Young Master Cheng use the Draining Needle Technique?’
’Using the Draining Needle Technique will disperse his Yang Qi. Isn’t that just making things worse for Zhou Yadong?’
If Zhu Yonghong still had his initial attitude, even if he saw the problem, he wouldn’t have said a word. So what if Cheng Yuan treated Zhou Yadong to death? What did that have to do with him?
In fact, he could have used Cheng Yuan’s mistake to shift all the blame onto him!
However, after witnessing Divine Needle Control, Zhu Yonghong was completely in awe of Cheng Yuan. It was no exaggeration to say that Cheng Yuan had now become his idol!
Zhu Yonghong couldn’t bear to see his idol make a mistake, and he certainly couldn’t stand to see such an incredible technique as Divine Needle Control result in a medical accident!
Zhu Yonghong felt he had a duty to remind Cheng Yuan, to help him notice the problem in time and adjust his needle technique, thereby avoiding a medical accident.
"Dr. Cheng, have you made a mistake? I suggest you immediately switch your needle technique to the Supplementation Technique! Otherwise, you’ll very likely cause a medical accident!"
After speaking, Zhu Yonghong looked at Cheng Yuan with an expectant gaze, like a small child seeking praise.
Unfortunately, not only did Cheng Yuan offer no praise, but his gaze darkened. "Professor Zhu! Are you trying to tell me what to do? If you don’t understand, then watch more and talk less! No one will think you’re a mute!"