"Who I am is none of your business!"
Lin Yu's face was icy cold. He strode over, grabbed Shen Xiaochen by the neck, and lifted him up.
"I hate ingrates more than anything! Your actions have crossed my bottom line!"
As Lin Yu spoke, he lifted him and brought him to the window.
"What...what are you going to do?"
Shen Xiaochen had a horrified expression on his face.
Lin Yu, expressionless, simply dragged him outside.
"Hey! Calm down! Calm down!"
Shen Xiaochen was so frightened that his face turned pale. This was the third floor. If he fell, he would be crippled even if he didn't die. He didn't want to become like Shen Manshu.
He quickly said, "Kid, let me tell you, I'm about to become a Marquis of Guanwai. If you let me go, I can give you wealth and honor! You can be my bodyguard, and I'll give you a million a year. What do you think?"
Lin Yu's lips curled slightly. "Marquis? You wish! Don't worry, this position won't be yours! Goodbye!"
After saying that, Lin Yu suddenly unleashed a burst of energy from his hand, and Shen Xiaochen howled in pain as he was transformed into a parabola and flew away into the distance.
"Dad, waaaaah!"
When Lin Yu turned around, Shen Manshu was already kneeling in front of Shen Shi'en, sobbing loudly.
Everyone's faces were filled with sorrow and despair.
Lin Yu slowly walked over, touched Shen Shi'en's head, and then looked at his lesions.
Then he said, "Don't cry, your father can still be saved!"
"What? Dr. Lin, you mean there's still hope for my dad?" Shen Manshu felt incredulous.
"Impossible!" Yang Mingyuan shook his head and sighed, "If you had arrived a little earlier, perhaps the Marquis could still have been saved, but now his spirit has dissipated and cannot be saved!"
"The physical body cannot be retained, but the spirit remains. Human death requires a process. As long as the spirit is stabilized, the physical body that has just dispersed will gather back!" Lin Yu said calmly.
Yang Mingyuan was taken aback for a moment, then asked with a surprised look, "Young man, you know about traditional Chinese medicine?"
Lin Yu said calmly, "I understand a little. If I'm not mistaken, you just used the Thirteen Ghost Needles, right? You used the last three Ghost Needles to try and preserve his soul, but with your skill, you can only last for two hours, which is already your limit!"
Yang Mingyuan was even more surprised and nodded, saying, "That's right! I did use the Thirteen Ghost Needles!"
Yang Mingyuan looked arrogant.
The Thirteen Ghost Needles technique has long been lost; this set of needling techniques was passed down to him by his grandfather when he was a child.
That's also his biggest trump card!
With this extraordinary acupuncture technique, he was unmatched in the medical field of the Protectorate.
Putting everything else aside, in all his years of medical practice, he has never seen anyone, apart from himself, who can use the authentic Thirteen Ghost Needles!
The fact that this young man could tell he was using the last three needles was quite remarkable, earning his admiration.
However, Lin Yu shook his head and said, "Your acupuncture technique is still not up to par. Although the last three needles of the Thirteen Ghost Needles are powerful, they are not as good as the eighth needle. The most essential part of the entire Thirteen Ghost Needles is the eighth needle, the Resurrection Needle! If you had just used the Resurrection Needle, the Marquis would not have died!"
Yang Mingyuan's expression froze, and he said in surprise, "Young man, I didn't expect you to know so much!"
“Indeed! These eight needles are indeed the essence! However, they were lost in my grandfather’s time because the eighth needle is called the Resurrection Needle, also known as the Yama Needle. It does not belong to the human world, and if used casually, it will bring disaster. That’s why it was not passed down!” Yang Mingyuan explained calmly.
Lin Yu shook his head. "That's utter nonsense! The eighth needle is no different from the others, except that it requires a huge amount of internal energy to support it! The reason it wasn't passed down is simply because later generations don't cultivate the Kundalini Fire and their skills are too shallow to use this needle!"
"What do you mean?" Yang Mingyuan immediately became angry.
Judging from what this kid is saying, he's denying his ancestors and even claiming that his grandfather's skills were shallow.
This is absolutely outrageous!
As a revered doctor in Xidu, Yang Mingyuan is very proud. You can say I'm not good, but you can't question my medical skills!
Questioning my ancestors is even more unacceptable!
“Young man, I know you are a surgical expert invited by Miss Shen, but Western medicine and traditional Chinese medicine are two different things, please don’t confuse them! This eighth needle is indeed not passed down in my Yang family, but I don’t know it, do you?”
Yang Mingyuan, also driven by a competitive spirit, couldn't help but question the matter.
"Uh, Dr. Yang, please don't get agitated. Doctor Lin didn't mean it that way!" Seeing that things were getting out of hand, Shen Manshu wiped away her tears and quickly tried to comfort her.
These two were both renowned doctors she had invited, and naturally she didn't want them to quarrel.
Yang Mingyuan said irritably, "Miss Shen, it's not that I'm disrespecting you! I was also very saddened by the passing of the Marquis, but I kept my promise and did everything in my power to save him for two hours! I even sacrificed two years of my life! Now I am being looked down upon and questioned by this young man, which I cannot accept! He must apologize to me!"
Yang Mingyuan has been working tirelessly to save Shen Shi'en these past few days, and today he even sacrificed his lifespan to use the Thirteen Ghost Needles.
Lin Yu's words were tantamount to negating all his efforts. How could he tolerate that?
"Uh, this..." Shen Manshu was speechless for a moment, not knowing what to say. After all, she was truly grateful to Yang Mingyuan.
Lin Yu smiled slightly, "Dr. Yang, there's no need to be angry. I didn't mean to question you; I was just stating the facts!"
"However, I really do know how to do this eighth needle, so watch closely!"
brush!
As soon as he finished speaking, Lin Yu twisted his wrist, and a silver needle appeared in his hand.
The slender silver needle danced at her fingertips, vaguely transforming into a small snake that coiled between her fingers, spitting out white light.
This scene truly stunned everyone.
It felt like filming a movie!
Yang Mingyuan also found it unbelievable.
This is something I've never seen before!
What is that light?
He also practices some internal martial arts, but internal strength is invisible, so how could it be seen with the naked eye?
He was a master of acupuncture, but this scene burned his cup size, completely shattering his understanding of acupuncture!
However, Lin Yu ignored everyone's gaze.
The next second, ding!
The silver needle shot out like a spring and pierced Shen Shi'en's forehead.
Wow!
The light from the silver needle, like an electric snake, darted into Shen Shi'en's brow and vanished instantly.
Everyone held their breath.
Quietly observe Shen Shi'en's reaction.
However, several tens of seconds passed, and Shen Shi'en did not react at all, still lying there coldly.
Yang Mingyuan shook his head and said disdainfully, "Young man, don't confuse acrobatics with medical skills. What you're doing is purely..."
drop!
Before he could finish speaking, a slight sound suddenly came from the testing instrument.
Everyone's hearts jumped, and they all looked at the screen.
However, the screen remained dim, as if nothing had changed.
Was that... just a hallucination?
Just when they thought it was a hallucination, beep, beep, beep!
The wavy lines on the screen started rolling again, even more powerfully!
"dad!!"
Shen Manshu's tears welled up instantly; she wept with joy.
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