Outside the bungalow area, Dean Shen glanced at Ye Shanmin who was kneeling on the ground, his eyes full of disgust.
Shen Guoming was born into a military family. What a soldier hates most in his life is desertion, so Ye Shanmin is like a stink bug in his eyes. If it were during wartime, he would have killed him with his own hands.
When Ye Wenyao saw the dean coming, he quickly greeted him in a flattering manner: "Dean Shen, I..."
Dean Shen snorted heavily:
"Ye Wenyao, please submit your resignation tomorrow. Before the spring plowing begins, you can get a piece of land to live on when you return home."
When Ye Wenyao heard this, his legs went weak and he sat down on the ground with a dejected look on his face. Then the whole Ye family burst into tears.
The people around were silent. No one could have imagined that Dean Shen was so tough and actually fired Ye Wenyao directly. This was a fatal move.
Ye Wenyao's hometown is Minquan, Henan, and everyone knows what the current situation there is.
The Ye family stayed in the capital, and even if they supported themselves by working on the farm, they would still have something to eat. If they returned to their hometown, I'm afraid...
Even if he survived, he would never have the chance to return to the capital and become a worker in this life, and the Ye family would be finished.
Vice President Ji opened his mouth but ultimately could not say anything to stop them. He could only look at the Ye family and wish them the best.
It's not that Dean Shen is cruel, it's just that the establishment of the farm is his painstaking effort, and it concerns the livelihood of more than one hundred families and five to six hundred people in the entire hospital.
If tonight's Zhu Xiaoxia incident causes panic among the farm workers, morale becomes unstable, and employees start to scheme against each other and become suspicious of each other, then can the farm still operate?
There were many superiors who opposed the establishment of the farm at the beginning, but Dean Shen patted his chest and gambled his own future. If he was caught with evidence and insisted on disbanding the farm, it would not be Ye Wenyao's family that would die, but more than a hundred families.
Therefore, the more than one hundred workers on the farm must unite, and anyone who is not conducive to unity must be ruthlessly eliminated.
The Ye family is the chicken that Dean Shen wants to kill, to show all employees that anyone who dares to be selfish and fail to safeguard the collective interests will only end up returning home.
Dean Shen walked through the crowd with an expressionless face, and the crowd unconsciously made way for him.
The windows of the bungalow were covered with newspapers, making it difficult to see what was going on inside. Dean Shen could only raise his voice and ask loudly:
“Xiao Qi, I’m Shen Guoming. How is Comrade Zhu Xiaoxia doing now?”
Lin Sanqi heard the shout and continued to teach the stitching without even looking up:
"Dean Shen, please wait a moment. One hand is still unsutured. It will be done soon. Mr. Han, please anesthetize the right hand again!"
Old Master Han now takes Lin Sanqi seriously. If he treated him as a little kid before, now he officially regards him as a colleague.
"Okay, I'll give you the injection right away."
Old man Han took out the silver needles and quickly gave acupuncture to the patient's Zhongfu, Yunmen, Xiabai, Tianfu, Chize and other acupoints. The whole process took only a few tens of seconds.
"Okay, Xiaolin, you can get your stitches."
Lin Sanqi gave a thumbs up and also admired old man Han Bangxu very much in his heart.
The speed and efficiency of this anesthesia are much faster than Western medicine anesthetic injections, and there are no side effects. Why was such a good technology not passed down?
Lin Sanqi quickly inserted the needle, stitched, tied knots, and cut the thread while asking curiously:
"Old man, I heard that in ancient times, some martial arts masters could press acupoints to immobilize people, or use tiny silver needles as hidden weapons to commit murder. Do you think this is possible? Does it have anything to do with acupuncture?"
In 1960, there was no sign of martial arts novels in mainland China. Even in Hong Kong, Jin Yong had just finished writing "The Return of the Condor Heroes". So in the eyes of the two old men Shi Jinmo and Han Bangxu, Lin Sanqi had a wide range of knowledge and was well versed in the affairs of the martial arts world.
Mr. Han said proudly:
"Hey, you've heard of this, kid? You're quite knowledgeable. Actually, the Tang Clan in Shu is our ancestor. Those so-called unique hidden weapons, such as the one that kills with one blow, are actually made with the secrets of traditional Chinese medicine.
Medicine, when used well, can save lives from danger, but when used poorly, it can also kill people without warning. Think about it, poison is made from Chinese herbs, right? Acupressure is a massage technique, and the flying needle technique you mentioned is, to put it simply, acupuncture."
Lin Sanqi was a little surprised: "Oh, there really is a Tang Sect. I thought it was fictional."
At this time, Mr. Shi seemed to remember something and burst into laughter:
"Xiao Lin, you may not know that back then, Master Han, with his superb acupuncture skills, eliminated countless Japanese invaders and prison guards. It was his son, Kaoru Kawamura, the Third Commander of the North China Front Army, who killed him!"
Lin Sanqi's eyes lit up when he heard this. He thought, Oh my God, I wanted to talk to you about a martial arts drama, but you actually made up a spy drama for me?
"Oh, Mr. Han, you've killed Japanese soldiers before? This North China Army commander must be a very important official, right? You killed them just because you said so?"
Han Bangxu raised his chin and said, "Lieutenant General!"
Lin Sanqi asked anxiously, "Grandpa, tell me, how did you kill this big devil?"
"To be honest, this was quite accidental. I had no prior preparation and it was just a spur-of-the-moment decision. Fortunately, I escaped unscathed during the subsequent investigation. After all, to anyone with a discerning eye, I had no motive.
I happened to be listening to a play in the theater at that time. This Kaoru Kawamura also came to listen to the play with a group of Japanese devils to pretend to be cultured. He deserved his bad luck. There was a righteous man in the troupe at that time who pulled out a gun and was about to murder Kaoru Kawamura.
The shots missed Kaoru Kawamura, and the righteous man, presumably with his accomplices, set the theater on fire, causing a chaotic explosion. Even the Japanese were afraid of death, so Kaoru Kawamura and several other Japanese soldiers lowered their heads and ran out.
At that time, the Japanese soldiers would not allow us to leave first and insisted that Kaoru Kawamura and others go first. I was so angry that they were showing off their power on our own land. So I grabbed two silver needles and hid them in my palms.
When Kaoru Kawamura passed by me, he bent down and lowered his head to avoid the bullets. I shot a needle at his Baihui acupoint, and the old Japanese fell unconscious on the spot.
As soon as the old devil fell to the ground, the scene became even more chaotic. The Japanese soldiers thought someone had fired a hidden gun, and they all raised their guns and looked around, trying to find the shooter. So I took advantage of the devil's unpreparedness and sent another needle into Kawamura Kaoru's Juque acupoint at close range.
Lin Sanqi was so shocked that he even forgot to sew:
"Old man, are you saying that you killed someone by simply shooting two silver needles without touching the patient?"
When Mr. Han recalled what happened back then, he became even more excited:
"That's right, just two injections, but these two injections require a lot of skill. If the needle is too deep or too shallow, it won't kill the person, it will only make the person faint. So I was determined to kill him at that time, leaving that Japanese commander no chance of survival."
Mr. Shi explained to Lin Sanqi:
“There are certain rules for these two needles given by Master Han.
The first needle was placed at the Baihui acupoint. Baihui is located at the intersection of the midline of the top of the head and the line connecting the tips of the two ears. It belongs to the Du meridian and is the meeting point of the three Yang meridians of the hands and feet, as well as the Du meridian. Acupuncture for this point can cause dizziness and unconsciousness.
The second needle was inserted into the Juque point, located on the front midline of the body, six inches above the navel. It belongs to the Ren meridian and is the heart's recruiting point. When it is hit, it impacts the liver and gallbladder, vibrating the heart and causing death.
Seeing Lin Sanqi's confused look, Mr. Shi patiently explained:
"The reason is actually very simple. The first injection caused the blood circulation in Kaoru Kawamura's brain to become blocked, resulting in cerebral blood vessels being blocked. The second injection then caused his Qi to become blocked, making it unable to move forward. This caused the Qi to stagnate and the body fluid to circulate blood, leading to phlegm blocking blood stasis and causing an acute myocardial infarction."
“Oh~~~”
Lin Sanqi now understood:
"I understand what you mean. Mr. Han's first shot gave this old devil a cerebral infarction, and the second shot gave him a heart attack. The combination of cerebral infarction and heart attack ultimately led to his death. Is that what you mean?"
Han Bangxu looked constipated:
"That's true, but what you're talking about is all Western medicine theory. We Chinese medicine practitioners don't talk about things like cerebral infarction or myocardial infarction."
"Killing a man with two needles, you're amazing, old man. But how did you escape the Japanese's suspicion? After all, those two needles were still stuck in Kaoru Kawamura, and the autopsy later found out."
Mr. Han laughed out loud at this time:
"It was also a matter of luck. At the time, I just thought that the Japanese had killed so many of our compatriots, and I wanted to avenge them. I didn't think too much about it. Hey, it just happened.
One of the Japanese soldiers who were accompanying me to the opera recognized me and, knowing that I was a famous doctor in Peking, ordered me to immediately give the commander first aid. The Japanese soldier was not polite at the time and dragged me out of the crowd, forcing me to rush to save the man.
This was unfortunate, because I used short needles, not long needles like this, so no one saw the acupuncture points on the old man. I took the opportunity to rescue the old man and took out the two short silver needles without anyone noticing.
So until the end, the Japanese didn't know how their commander Kaoru Kawamura died, thinking it was some sudden illness, hahahaha. Damn refreshing, boy, do you think I am considered an anti-Japanese hero? "
Lin Sanqi nodded vigorously: "Of course, he must be a warrior. I'm starting to admire you, old man."
"Really? Hahaha~~"
But Mr. Shi poured a basin of cold water on it:
"And now someone's reporting you for being so attentive to the devils and being so close to the Japanese. When a Japanese devil was assassinated, you, old man, desperately tried to help. Now, you're not a national hero, you've become an old farmer repairing the Earth, hahahaha."
Old Man Han also laughed: "Anyway, I have a clear conscience. I have done my duty to my country and my ancestors. The sun and the moon are shining."
Lin Sanqi quickly sewed up Zhu Xiaoxia and asked embarrassedly:
"Grandpa, could you please teach me your acupuncture skills? It would be a shame if this unique skill were lost."
Han Bangxu chuckled and shook his finger:
"You're not qualified to learn my medical skills. Let's talk about it later." (End of this chapter)
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