“Yes, your use of medicine is extremely unorthodox, and the world calls you the Poison Doctor. You always like to fight poison with poison, so I personally think that you are both righteous and evil.” Ye Xingchen nodded: “But today I learned that you also have your difficulties.”
"Mr. Chen, I apologize for the misunderstanding I had with you before."
“It’s good that things have been discussed openly. Actually, my colleagues have been misunderstanding me for a long time, and I don’t want to explain.” Chen Zhengde shook his head: “Although I come from Mingshan, I am not the same kind of person as my senior brother.”
“I was unaware of his seven corpses borrowing life, and he is a person who does things as he pleases.”
"Alright, let's not talk about these things for now." Ye Xingchen said slowly, "Your wife is currently in a state of being half alive and half dead. It is thanks to this Jade Bed and countless rare and precious treasures that her life is being kept on, leaving her in a state between life and death."
“Yes, it’s been thirty years. I don’t know how much longer I can hold on.” Chen Zhengde looked at his wife on the cold bed and said with a complicated expression, “If she really passes away one day, then I will be free and go with her.”
"But right now, she's in a state of suspended animation, seemingly dying, yet there seems to be a sliver of hope for her. How can I bear to give up on her like this?"
“I admire Elder Chen’s deep affection.” Ye Xingchen nodded slightly: “You are right. Although your wife seems to be dead, there is still a glimmer of hope in her. If you give up, she will really die.”
“What can I do if I don’t give up?” Chen Zhengde murmured. “Thirty years have passed, and I don’t know how much longer I can hold on. In a few more years, the effects of the cold bed will be lost, and then I will really have no way to go.”
"Perhaps I have a way?" Ye Xingchen smiled slightly.
"You..." Chen Zhengde was taken aback. He suddenly looked up at Ye Xingchen: "Mr. Ye, do you have a solution?"
"Yes, I know a little about the method of reviving the dead and locking in life," Ye Xingchen said. "Although my medical skills cannot bring people back to life, your wife still has a breath left, and her three souls and seven spirits have not yet left her body."
“I have a set of acupuncture techniques called Qihuang Nine Needles, which can revive the life and lock the soul. I can try it, and it should be able to awaken your wife.”
Chen Zhengde looked at Ye Xingchen, and suddenly knelt down on the ground with a thud: "Mr. Ye, if you can save my wife, my life is yours. You can take it anytime."
"Please get up, Mr. Chen." Ye Xingchen helped Chen Zhengde up. "You are my elder, I cannot accept such a formality. I am truly sorry for the many misunderstandings we had in the past."
"But your senior brother Jiang Yongkang actually sacrificed seven precious lives to save that old man from the Ye family. I cannot agree to that."
“I know.” Chen Zhengde stood up: “Actually, I also advised my senior brother to go and save the head of the Ye family, which would have meant getting involved in your struggle with the Ye family.”
“But my senior brother is arrogant and doesn’t care about these things at all. Besides, I don’t know what benefits the Ye family offered him that would make him go to such lengths to use forbidden techniques to do these things.”
"Alright, let's not talk about him for now. Let me give your wife acupuncture first," Ye Xingchen said. "However, your wife has been in a coma for thirty years, so I'm not entirely sure of the outcome. Please forgive me if the result is not satisfactory."
"Mr. Ye, please do your best. Whether you succeed or not is up to fate." Chen Zhengde bowed deeply to Ye Xingchen.
Ye Xingchen walked to the bedside of the Cold Jade, which came from the frozen lake in the Western Regions.
The icy lake beneath the snow-capped mountains of the Western Regions is frozen and covered by snow all year round. These jade pieces come from the bottom of the lake, hundreds of meters deep. Not only are they extremely rare, but they are also extremely difficult to mine.
Chen Zhengde actually managed to get such a large piece of cold jade to make an ice bed. It seems that he almost exhausted all his wealth to make this ice bed back then.
Even a few meters away from the ice bed, Ye Xingchen could feel a chill creeping over him.
The ice bed is kept at a temperature of zero degrees Celsius, and people are nourished by the ice marrow.
In fact, Madam Chen Zhengde should have died long ago, but the Ice Marrow, along with countless rare and precious treasures, kept her in a state of being neither dead nor alive.
Ye Xingchen couldn't help but sigh, saying that birth, aging, sickness, and death are the fairest things in the world.
But that's not the case. If someone has money and connections, they can spend a lot of money to find resources to prolong their life. Although they still can't escape death in the end, they can live for a few more years.
Standing on the ice bed, Ye Xingchen took out the golden needles and began to apply them.
The needles used this time are called Qihuang Nine Needles, which lock the soul and revive the life. Chen Zhengde's wife's three souls and seven spirits have not yet left her body, so using Qihuang Nine Needles should be able to awaken her.
The odds are fifty-fifty, and Ye Xingchen can't guarantee anything; he can only do his best.
His inner energy surged, and he took out a needle, solemnly inserting it.
Chen Zhengde stood to the side, his expression a mixture of tension and excitement.
He was excited because he would be able to see the legendary Seven Yellow Nine Needles with his own eyes, but nervous because he didn't know if his wife would wake up this time.
Thirty years have passed, and he really can't take it anymore. He has decided that if the cold bed becomes ineffective, he will go with his wife.
However, he did not expect that Ye Xingchen's arrival would actually change the situation.
The first acupuncture point is Guanyuan, which belongs to the Ren meridian. It nourishes the original qi, replenishes deficiency and benefits the body.
What may seem like a simple needle prick contains a level of power that is beyond the comprehension of ordinary people.
Ye Xingchen pushed his true energy to its limit, his mind connected with the Dao of Heaven. What seemed like a casual needle strike actually caused him to consume a huge amount of true energy.
His hands moved swiftly, inserting needles one after another at Mingmen and Tanzhong. Each needle was extremely important; the slightest mistake would render all previous efforts futile.
In the blink of an eye, eight needles had been inserted.
Ye Xingchen was covered in sweat, steam rising from his body, and beads of sweat fell to the ground, forming small ice flowers.
The vital energy was greatly depleted. The last needle, Baihui, was to restore the vital energy to its source. If there were no complications with this needle, Chen Zhengde's wife would wake up.
However, if this injection goes wrong, then all his previous efforts will be in vain.
Ye Xingchen closed his eyes, and the true energy in his dantian kept surging out as he tried to recover his strength.
Suddenly, he opened his eyes, held the needle in his right hand, flicked it in the air, and shouted in a deep voice: "Return to Origin, Arise."
As the last needle was inserted, Ye Xingchen staggered back three steps, nearly collapsing from exhaustion.
The Seven Yellow Nine Needles technique defied fate and was beyond human capability to sustain. Even though his strength rivaled that of the heavens, he had almost completely exhausted his true energy.
Moreover, this kind of acupuncture technique that defies fate also has the power of karmic backlash, and it takes some time to counteract the backlash brought about by these karmic forces.
Ye Xingchen was breathing heavily. He stopped Chen Zhengde from making a sound, and then stared intently at the person on the hospital bed.
Chen Zhengde was extremely nervous, even more so than Ye Xingchen, as success or failure hinged on this moment.
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