Chapter 2570: Chapter 2345: Fooling the Japanese (Part 6)

"Don’t worry, even if you cure him, I still won’t mention your name." Chen Xinghai’s father said.

"All the better. People in the Jianghu say I watch people die without helping. Today I’ll make an exception."

"Make way." Song Xiaodong picked up two silver needles, squeezed Chen Xinghai’s mother—who was pushing the wheelchair—off to the side, stood behind Chen Xinghai’s father, and gently supported his head with both hands.

Then he closed his eyes to circulate True Qi, using it to probe for abnormalities in Chen Xinghai’s father’s body.

Very quickly, Song Xiaodong found the lesion: deep in the brain, just one or two necrotic nerves.

The brain’s nerves have a certain compensatory function. If a nerve has died and cannot be revived, the surrounding nerves can take over its function, but this ability is very limited, and it needs the right conditions to be triggered before it can truly work.

"If only my disciple were here." As Song Xiaodong spoke, he personally got to work, taking out a small bottle from inside his Huai, pouring out a medicine pill from the bottle, then casually picking up a bowl from the table and putting the pill in the bowl. He picked up another glass with a thick base, ground the pill into powder, and finally added a little water to turn it into medicinal mud.

Song Xiaodong took out his two silver needles, dipped their tips into the medicinal mud, and then, right under everyone’s watchful eyes, the medicinal mud disappeared.

These two silver needles of his were specially made silver needles for delivering medicine, with a special hollow structure that sucked in all the medicinal mud made from the elixir.

"The lesion is in the brain. I can’t deliver the medicine directly into the brain, can’t just jab the needles straight into it, so I can only look for blood vessels in the neck to work on." Song Xiaodong said.

Looking at the two silver needles in his hand, Chen Xinghai’s mother felt a bit scared.

"Mr. Song, are you really a Physician? What kind of Physician treats patients like this?" Chen Xinghai’s mother said to Song Xiaodong.

"Relax, it’s only acupuncture. Even if it doesn’t cure him, it won’t make him worse." Song Xiaodong comforted her.

"All right then, just be careful." Chen Xinghai’s mother said.

"Mm."

"Raise your head."

Chen Xinghai’s father raised his head, and Song Xiaodong drove the two silver needles straight into the carotid artery in his neck.

In fact, these two silver needles share the same principle as the syringe commonly used in Western Medicine. Since the principle is the same, one should follow the basic rules and precautions for using a Western syringe—namely, intravenous administration. The reason is simple: arterial blood pressure is high, and if you poke a hole in it, the blood will spray out.

But the two silver needles in Song Xiaodong’s hands did not cause blood to jet out from Chen Xinghai’s father’s neck.

Because Song Xiaodong had used an elixir—the last one among those he got through Alchemy on Longpan Mountain.

Once he pulled the silver needles out, the two little puncture holes on the artery immediately closed up, and there was no bleeding.

After being needled, Chen Xinghai’s father began convulsing all over, like in a stroke attack.

"Dad!"

"Old Chen!"

Both Chen Xinghai and his mother rushed over in alarm.

Very quickly, the two of them both noticed something strange: Chen Xinghai’s father’s legs had been completely immobile, yet now they were actually twitching along with the rest of his body.

"Dad, your legs can move!"

"Yes, my legs can move!" Joy burst out in the eyes of Chen Xinghai’s father.

"Try helping him up." Song Xiaodong said.

Chen Xinghai and his mother each took one arm, helping his father up from the wheelchair.

"Take a step." Song Xiaodong said.

Chen Xinghai’s father tried to step forward; like a toddler learning to walk, he lifted one leg way up high.

"Old Chen!" Tears of joy streamed down Chen Xinghai’s mother’s face.

"Dad! You can walk!"

"Yes, I can walk!" On his dark, deeply wrinkled face, two clear tear tracks ran down.

"Twelve years!"

"Benefactor!" Dragging the two legs that had just regained movement, Chen Xinghai’s father turned around and tried to kneel to Song Xiaodong.

"No, no, no, I can’t accept that. If you want to give thanks, thank your son. It’s because your son saved my friend that you got this chance for me to treat you." Song Xiaodong glanced at Chen Xinghai as he spoke.

"Yes, my good son!" Chen Xinghai’s father raised his rough hands and gently stroked his son’s face.

Song Shuyun and Yuan Jiancheng watched this scene, stunned into silence.

Present there, Shi Dangkai, Song Jiaren, and Qiao Yutong were also utterly shocked by what they saw.

Especially Qiao Yutong and Shi Dangkai—both of them were police officers, believers in science and evidence—yet seeing a long?paralyzed patient stand up again after just two needles completely flew in the face of scientific reason.

For a while, it was hard for the two of them to believe it, hard to accept it.

"Auntie, now Chen Xinghai is the same as Lu Shilong—neither of them has a father who’s been paralyzed for over ten years anymore." Song Xiaodong turned his head, deliberately putting Song Shuyun on the spot.

"So what? Lu Shilong is in real estate, worth over ten million. Can Chen Xinghai compare?" Song Shuyun shot back stubbornly.

"He’ll be able to very soon."

Right after Song Xiaodong finished speaking, Song Shuyun saw Lu Shilong hurrying in from the restaurant entrance with a briefcase under his arm, heading straight for the two tables where she and Song Xiaodong were sitting.

"Director Lu, why are you back?" The moment she saw Lu Shilong, Song Shuyun eagerly walked up to him. The look in her eyes wasn’t that of a mother?in?law at all, but like she was looking at money—walking money.

"How did things go between you and our Yuanyuan? Didn’t you just see Yuan Yuan home? Why didn’t you stay at home and have a good talk with Yuanyuan?" Song Shuyun stepped in front of him, blocking his path to Song Xiaodong.

"Move." Frowning impatiently, Lu Shilong reached out and shoved Song Shuyun to the side.

"Director Lu, what are you doing?" Song Shuyun was almost knocked over by him; after she steadied herself, she unhappily shouted at the already distant Lu Shilong.

Ignoring her, Lu Shilong walked straight over to Song Xiaodong.

"Mr. Song!" Lu Shilong came up to him and bowed.

"Hey, what are you doing? He’s just a Physician, isn’t he? Why are you so scared of him?" Coming up beside them and seeing Lu Shilong bow to Song Xiaodong, Song Shuyun couldn’t help asking him.

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