"I would also like to take a look, young friend, would it be possible..."

Zhou Yizhen hesitated for a moment. The art of acupuncture is traditionally passed down in a straight line, and usually, practitioners do not allow their peers to observe. However, he was truly curious about Qin Yang. Traditional Chinese medicine emphasizes "observing, listening, questioning, and feeling the pulse." Qin Yang had merely glanced at Ruan Liang yet had already known his ailments. In this regard, he still believed Qin Yang had skills and, with a thick-skinned face, opened his mouth to ask.

Qin Yang glanced at Zhou Yizhen. The old man's face was kind, and his words were sincere; he wasn't annoying at all. Qin Yang then nodded.

"Qin Yang, may I come in too?" Ruan Xinxue asked softly, worrying about her grandfather.

"Sure, as long as you don't interfere with my acupuncture," replied Qin Yang rather nonchalantly.

Watching as Qin Yang and his party entered a large bedroom, Ruan Liang and the plump woman gritted their teeth and followed. They wanted to see if this little yellow-haired guy really had any skills.

On a broad redwood bed, Ruan Zhengtian had already taken off his shirt, revealing a rather withered body. There were also numerous scars on his body, likely remnants from that era.

"Do you have the needles?" Qin Yang turned and asked.

"I have them, and they've all been sterilized."

Zhou Yizhen opened his sandalwood medicine chest, took out a clean white cloth strip, on which were numerous silver needles of varying lengths, shining brightly.

Qin Yang nodded. It was evident that these silver needles were of good quality.

"Old man, I'm about to start the acupuncture. It might hurt a bit, so feel free to shout if you need to. But once the pain passes, you'll feel better."

Qin Yang picked up the needle with two fingers, his finger technique rather peculiar.

"Haha, young miracle doctor, go ahead and perform the acupuncture. A little pain, this old man can still endure," Ruan Zhengtian laughed heartily.

"Let's begin."

Qin Yang held his breath, face solemn.

Swish, swish, swish!

In one breath, Qin Yang inserted needles into seven acupoints around Ruan Zhengtian's heart and lungs, each needle penetrating deeply, leaving only about a centimeter of the tail outside.

Ruan Zhengtian furrowed his brow, his old face beginning to flush.

Zhou Yizhen's expression slightly changed. Among the seven needles, two had extremely peculiar acupuncture techniques. One was inserted at an angle into the Celestial Pool acupoint; the other didn't even have an acupoint.

However, seeing Qin Yang's composed demeanor and his crisp and decisive needlework, without any hesitation, Zhou Yizhen could only suppress his doubt and continue to watch.

"Old man, bear with it; it's going to be very painful next," Qin Yang softly said, taking out a one-and-a-half-inch-long silver needle and placing it on the Tanzhong acupoint on Ruan Zhengtian's chest.

This time, Qin Yang didn't merely insert the entire silver needle but used a twisting technique, inserting the one-and-a-half-inch-long silver needle slowly downward.

Ruan Zhengtian let out a muffled groan, eyebrows furrowed tightly, his face showing a pained expression.

As Qin Yang's fingers lightly twisted, the flush and pain on Ruan Zhengtian's face became more pronounced, the veins on his hands, tightly gripping the bed sheets, protruding.

Evidently, Ruan Zhengtian was enduring immense pain at this moment.

Ruan Xinxue's delicate face turned pale, her small hands twisting together. Ruan Zhengtian's current state greatly worried her. However, she knew this was a crucial moment in Qin Yang's acupuncture and didn't dare to make a sound.

Qin Yang's eyes focused, and after the silver needle was inserted to a depth of about one-point-three inches, he suddenly withdrew it.

"Ah!..."

"Poof!"

Ruan Zhengtian's face was extraordinarily flushed. He let out a painful scream, and then, immediately after, spat out a mouthful of fresh blood. The blood instantly stained the nearby bed sheet. Ruan Zhengtian's body swayed and he fainted on the bed.

"Grandfather!"

This sudden situation caused Ruan Xinxue's face to turn deathly pale. However, she didn't panic excessively. Deep in her heart, she still had trust in Qin Yang. She believed that Qin Yang wouldn't harm her grandfather.

"You little yellow-haired guy, are you trying to murder my old grandpa?"

Ruan Liang's face instantly darkened. The old man was the pillar of the Ruan Family. If the old man were gone, the glorious Ruan Family would collapse by more than half. Now, he even suspected whether Qin Yang was sent by political enemies.

"Bastard, are you trying to kill the old man?"

The plump woman screamed and was about to pounce on Qin Yang.

"Silence!"

This stern shout unexpectedly came from Zhou Yizhen, who had always been calm.

At this moment, Zhou Yizhen's expression was serious, carefully examining the pool of blood. After a moment, his old face relaxed, and his eyes showed undeniable amazement.

"Old Zhou, what is this..."

Ruan Liang was stunned. Zhou Lao's medical skills were superb, and he was also incredibly upright, highly respected in the medical field. Why was Zhou Lao suddenly siding with this little rascal?

"This needle did not harm the old man but saved him instead." Zhou Yizhen's voice carried deep admiration, and he spoke with solemnity.

"You all know Ruan Lao has hypertensive heart disease. Due to high arterial pressure, the heart is hindered from pumping blood. The heart's prolonged high workload leads to myocardial hypertrophy and increased rigidity, eventually causing obstruction of the pulmonary venous return to the heart, forming pulmonary congestion. This needle has expelled all that pulmonary congestion."

After hearing Zhou Yizhen's explanation, Ruan Xinxue gently exhaled, and the tension in her heart was alleviated by more than half.

"Then why did the old man pass out?"

The plump woman also understood the importance of the old man to the family. Seeing the old man still faint on the bed, she cast Qin Yang a dubious glance and asked.

"Ruan Lao is quite advanced in age. Having just endured such intense pain, he must be thoroughly exhausted, so he fell into a deep sleep. His physical functions may take a day or two to recover fully." Zhou Yizhen pondered for a moment and spoke.

As Zhou Yizhen predicted, with Ruan Zhengtian's constitution, it would take a day or two to recuperate fully.

However, what Qin Yang wanted was immediate effect. After removing the seven silver needles one by one, Qin Yang's treatment did not stop.

This time, Qin Yang directly grabbed eighteen one-inch-long silver needles in both hands, then inserted them two points around Ruan Lao's heart and lungs.

"They're not on any acupoints?" Zhou Yizhen's eyes widened, unable to hold back his exclamation.

Qin Yang ignored Zhou Yizhen's astonishment. This time, it was not acupuncture but a very small Spirit Gathering Array created using sixteen silver needles.

Qin Yang's expression was slightly concentrated, fingers curved, quickly flicking in a peculiar manner across the sixteen silver needles.

"Buzz~!"

The sixteen silver needles emitted an almost simultaneous buzzing sound.

"Shaking Needle?"

Zhou Yizhen's pupils shrank as he stared at the vibrating silver needles, immensely shocked. This was the first time he had ever seen such a method.

Ruan Xinxue and the others were also quite amazed at the miraculous scene.

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