Chapter 320 The Name of a Divine Healer
Master He trembled even more violently. He stared at Bai Shu, his eyes filled with shock and fervor.
"Who...who are you?"
Bai Shu didn't answer, but turned to Sister Lan and instructed, "Prepare the needles, the same set I used last time."
Sister Lan nimbly ran to get the needle box, but Master He was still standing there, his lips trembling as he couldn't utter a complete sentence.
Bai Shu glanced at him, his hoarse voice devoid of warmth: "Master He, please move aside, you're blocking the light."
Master He suddenly came to his senses and scrambled to the side, whereupon a group of workers quickly helped him up.
The needle box was handed to him, and Bai Zhu opened the lid, revealing thirty-six silver needles that gleamed coldly in the dim light.
She didn't rush to insert the needle; instead, she first rolled up her sleeve, revealing a section of her fair forearm.
Qin Zheng stood behind her, his gaze sweeping over everyone around him, his menacing aura making people afraid to take a single step closer.
Bai Zhu closed her eyes and took a deep breath.
The internal energy of the Taiyi Xuanjing began to circulate within his body, and his fingertips felt slightly hot.
She opened her eyes and picked up the first silver needle with her right hand.
With a swift movement, the needle fell.
"Whoosh—"
The silver needle was inserted into the patient's Tianling acupoint, penetrating three-tenths of an inch.
Then the second, the third, the fourth...
Her technique was so fast that it was impossible to see clearly; each needle was incredibly precise, landing on various acupoints on the patient's body.
Thirty-six silver needles were inserted in less than the time it takes to drink a cup of tea.
The patient's emaciated body was covered with countless silver needles, which looked rather gruesome.
Master He stared intently at the needles, his eyes almost popping out of their sockets.
He recognizes him!
This is the long-lost "Thirty-Six Needles for Resurrection"!
A legendary skill that can revive the dead and heal flesh and bones!
However, the book says that this acupuncture technique can only be performed with extremely profound internal strength; otherwise, it will not only fail to save people but may even kill them.
Could this young man before me truly possess such profound internal strength?
Bai Zhu's forehead began to sweat, and large beads of sweat rolled down his temples.
She gritted her teeth, her hands hovering above the patient, palms down.
The internal energy slowly seeped into the thirty-six silver needles through the palm.
The silver needles began to vibrate, emitting a faint buzzing sound.
The patient's chapped lips parted slightly, and a low groan escaped from his throat.
Sister Lan nervously clutched her handkerchief, her palms sweating profusely.
"Miss..." Qin Zheng said in a low voice, wanting to persuade her to take a break.
Bai Zhu shook her head, her voice weak but firm: "Don't speak."
After another half incense stick's time, the patient's complexion began to change.
Her originally sallow skin gradually regained some color, and her chapped lips no longer looked so frightening.
Bai Zhu abruptly withdrew his hand and staggered backward.
Qin Zheng swiftly caught her, his voice unusually anxious: "Young Miss!"
"I'm fine." Bai Shu said, panting, and wiped the sweat from her forehead. "Go prepare the medicinal soup."
Sister Lan quickly told the shop assistant to go to the front room to get the medicine.
Bai Zhu pulled out a piece of paper from his pocket, on which the names of more than a dozen medicinal herbs were written in a flamboyant style.
Master He leaned over for a look and gasped in shock.
Surprisingly, three of the ingredients in this prescription are incompatible!
"Your prescription..." He was about to question it, but then swallowed the words back.
Forget it, he's already lost completely, what right does he have to point fingers?
The medicine was quickly brewed and brought in while it was still steaming.
Bai Zhu took the bowl, supported the patient's head with one hand, and slowly fed him the medicinal soup into his mouth with the other.
The patient's tightly closed lips parted slightly, his throat bobbed, and he swallowed the medicine.
After finishing the bowl of medicine, Bai Zhu put down the bowl and began to remove the needles.
Her movements remained swift; with each needle she pulled out, black liquid seeped from the needle's eye, landing on the sheets and emitting bluish smoke.
As the last needle was removed, the patient suddenly opened his eyes!
"Wow--"
He opened his mouth and spat out a mouthful of black blood, which smelled extremely foul.
Master He and his group of men all took a step back, and some of the more timid ones covered their mouths.
The patient gasped for breath, his cloudy eyes darting around before finally regaining focus.
"Where...where am I?" His voice was terribly hoarse, but at least he could speak.
Sister Lan was so excited that tears streamed down her face. She covered her mouth, unable to believe what she was seeing.
It's alive!
It's really alive!
Master He swayed and had to hold onto the wall to avoid falling.
He looked at Bai Shu, the fanaticism in his eyes turning into piety.
"thump--"
Master He knelt down on both knees, his forehead slamming heavily against the bluestone slab.
"This old man, He Wangnian, pays his respects to my master!"
The second slap.
"I am willing to follow you for life, even unto death!"
The third slap.
For the rest of my life, I will follow my master's lead!
After kowtowing three times, Master He's forehead was bleeding, and blood was trickling down his wrinkles.
He didn't care at all, kneeling on the ground and looking up at Bai Shu with eyes full of awe and submission.
The men behind him looked at each other in bewilderment, and then all knelt down in unison.
"Greetings, Master!"
The sounds were synchronized and resounded throughout the backyard.
Bai Zhu stood in the center of the crowd, looking down at each face.
She didn't speak, but simply nodded slightly.
"Get up, everyone."
The hoarse voice wasn't loud, but it carried an undeniable air of authority.
Master He got up from the ground, his knees were numb from kneeling, but he still straightened his back.
"Master, there is something I do not understand."
"explain."
"How did you know about the poison of the 'Datura's Flower Pollen'?" Master He's eyes were full of thirst for knowledge.
"I have searched through ancient books, but I have never seen any record of this object."
Bai Shu glanced at him but didn't answer.
She turned and walked out, with Qin Zheng following behind her.
As she reached the door, she stopped and, without turning her head, uttered a single sentence.
"Master He, you haven't read enough books."
After saying that, he disappeared into the night.
Master He stood there stunned for a long time before he came to his senses and a bitter smile appeared on his face.
Yes, he certainly hasn't read enough books.
The world's medical knowledge is vast and complex; he could only scratch the surface of it all in his lifetime.
But the young boss in front of him has already reached a peak that he can never reach.
Courtyard No. 1.
As soon as Su Wantang entered the door, she smelled a burnt smell.
She frowned and walked quickly towards the kitchen.
As soon as I arrived at the door, I saw Lu Jingyan standing in front of the stove, holding a spatula in his hand, his face covered in soot, looking completely bewildered.
On the stove, a pot was emitting black smoke, and the contents inside had been burned to charcoal.
Su Wantang was stunned for a moment, then couldn't help but burst out laughing.
"What...what are you doing?"
Hearing her voice, Lu Jingyan turned around abruptly, his face covered in soot, making him look extremely disheveled.
"I... I want to make you a meal for pregnant women." He stammered, his eyes darting away.
"As a result... as a result, they mistook starch for flour."
No sooner had he finished speaking than a loud "boom" erupted from the pot, and flames shot up high into the air.
Lu Jingyan was so startled that he jumped back, dropping the spatula to the ground.
Su Wantang rushed over and grabbed the pot lid to cover the flames.
The kitchen door was pushed open, and Meng Wan and Wang Ma rushed over upon hearing the news.
Seeing the mess on the ground and Lu Jingyan covered in dust, the two looked at each other and couldn't help but laugh.
"My son, are you going to blow up the kitchen?" Meng Wan walked over, both amused and exasperated, and snatched the spatula from his hand.
"You'd better just stay put and not cause any more trouble."
Wang Ma also shook her head with a smile: "Commander Lu, you are better at fighting. Let us take care of the cooking."
Lu Jingyan stood at the kitchen door, looking at the smoke filling the house and the busy figures of the two elders, and then at Su Wantang standing to the side laughing so hard that she was bent over. He felt completely dejected.
He had intended to surprise her, but it turned into a shock.
After Su Wantang finished laughing, she went over and took his hand.
"Let's go, my great hero Lu." She tiptoed and kissed his face, which was covered in soot.
"You're good at fighting, but I'll do the cooking."
Lu Jingyan looked down at her, his frustration gradually replaced by tenderness.
He pulled her into his arms, rested his chin on the top of her head, and said in a deep voice, "I'm sorry, I've made you worry again."
Su Wantang shook her head, wrapped her arms around his waist, and felt his strong heartbeat.
"Silly girl, I love the way you worry about me."
Lu Jingyan didn't say anything, but just hugged her even tighter.
In the kitchen, Meng Wan and Wang Ma were busy cleaning up the mess.
Meng Wan looked out the window at the two people embracing and sighed softly.
“This child has never been able to cook since he was little.” She shook her head, but her tone was full of affection. “I can rest assured that Wan Tang will take care of him in the future.”
Wang Ma nodded with a smile: "The young lady is blessed, and so is Commander Lu."
It's late at night.
Su Wantang lay on the bed, Lu Jingyan held her, his large hand gently stroking her protruding belly.
"Wantang, are you tired today?" he asked softly, his voice filled with concern.
Su Wantang shook her head, closed her eyes, and said lazily, "I'm not tired, just a little sleepy."
Lu Jingyan was silent for a while, then suddenly said, "Don't push yourself so hard in the future."
Su Wantang opened her eyes and turned to look at him.
His eyes were serious, even pleading.
“I know you’re amazing, you can do anything.” He paused.
"But I still hope you can think more about yourself and your child."
Su Wantang felt a warmth in her heart and reached out to touch his face.
"Okay, I promise you."
Lu Jingyan breathed a sigh of relief and lowered his head to place a kiss on her forehead.
"Sleep well, I'll stay with you."
Su Wantang closed her eyes, leaned against him, and quickly fell asleep.
Lu Jingyan looked at her peaceful sleeping face, his eyes filled with tenderness.
He knew she was stronger than anyone else.
But he still wanted to provide her with a safe haven, so that she could be vulnerable and dependent at times.
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