Although Luo Chang studied Western medicine, he was also interested in traditional Chinese medicine.
He had previously read ancient books that depicted the Nine Needles for Saving Lives, a technique supposedly used by Bian Que and Hua Tuo to save lives.
However, this acupuncture technique was extremely complex and difficult to learn, and it was eventually lost.
Luo Chang had always regretted not being able to see the Nine Life-Saving Needles in person; he had only seen pictures of them. When Zhang Fan performed the acupuncture just now, he felt the movements looked very familiar, so he asked a question.
I never imagined I'd get to see the life-saving nine needles with my own eyes; it's even more exciting than winning the lottery!
Sheng Jian'an was still unconvinced: "Master, the Nine Needles for Saving Lives is just a legend. Besides, in the end, the person still couldn't be saved."
No sooner had she finished speaking than Madam Wei suddenly cried out, "Dr. Zhang, Wei Lai's finger moved!"
Zhang Fan said calmly, "The patient is out of danger. He will receive acupuncture once a day and should wake up in about a week."
Madam Wei suddenly covered her face, bursting into tears of joy: "That's wonderful, that's wonderful!"
Zhang Fan glanced at Madam Wei and said softly, "Madam Wei, would you mind if I took your pulse?"
Madam Wei reached out her hand with trepidation. Zhang Fan took her pulse and confirmed that he was not mistaken.
"You have a liver problem."
The liver is the only organ without pain receptors, so it often goes unnoticed in its early stages. By the time the liver starts to hurt, it's usually in its late stages.
After listening to Zhang Fan's words, Madam Wei decided that Wei Lai would go for a check-up once he felt a little better.
With Zhang Fan's spiritual energy protecting his heart meridian, Wei Lai was temporarily out of danger. Zhang Fan and Madam Wei agreed to come back tomorrow to give Wei Lai acupuncture.
Madam Wei was moved to tears: "Dr. Zhang, the family heirloom is not in Jiangcheng for the time being. I can give it to you tomorrow."
When Butler Dai saw Wei Lai come back to life, he was filled with gratitude towards Zhang Fan and kept apologizing to him.
Zhang Fan did not make things difficult for Butler Dai. Madam Wei looked at Zhang Fan with satisfaction, never expecting that Zhang Fan would have such a broad mind.
She personally escorted Zhang Fan downstairs, with Luo Chang following behind.
Zhang Fan: "Dr. Luo, is there something you need?"
Luo Chang asked somewhat embarrassedly, "I wanted to ask if you accept apprentices?"
Zhang Fan looked at the other person's full head of white hair and said honestly, "I don't want to."
A hint of disappointment flashed in Luo Chang's eyes, but he quickly composed himself and humbly asked, "Dr. Zhang, may I observe you administering acupuncture tomorrow?"
He blushed and said, "Don't worry, I will never steal your skills. I'm just curious about the Nine Life-Saving Needles."
Zhang Fan said calmly, "Even if you watch it, you won't be able to learn it. Just don't bother me."
His tone was arrogant, but Luo Chang felt that the other party had the right to be arrogant.
Young and impetuous, Luo Chang admired Zhang Fan even more.
It's a pity he studied Western medicine, otherwise he could have recruited Zhang Fan as his apprentice.
A thought suddenly struck him, and as soon as Zhang Fan left, he immediately made a phone call: "Hey, Dad, I told you I saw the Nine Life-Saving Needles today..."
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Ji Zhi was waiting in the car when he saw Zhang Fan and Zhao Lin. He quickly went up to them and asked curiously, "Dr. Zhang, Boss Zhao, how are you?"
Zhao Lin proudly gave a thumbs up: "With Doctor Zhang taking care of it, there's definitely no problem."
It was still early, so Zhang Fan wanted to stroll around Jiangcheng Antique Street. He hadn't explored it thoroughly last time, and perhaps he could find some magical treasures.
Zhao Lin wanted to go with him, but Zhang Fan refused, saying, "Your body is still recovering, so you need to exercise in moderation. You've already done enough exercise today."
"Dr. Zhang, there's nothing wrong with my body, please let me come with you."
Zhang Fan: "Doctors dislike disobedient patients the most."
Zhao Lin's expression instantly turned serious: "I'll listen to you, I'll absolutely listen to you."
Zhang Fan nodded: "Remember, you need to be like a tortoise now, rest more and exercise less."
Zhao Lin nodded: "I will definitely be a good turtle."
Ji Zhi drove to the entrance of the residential area, and Zhao Lin got out of the car. He took a deep look at Ji Zhi, and his eyes revealed deep envy.
I really envy Ji Zhi, he gets to be with Doctor Zhang.
Upon arriving at the antique street, the two did not linger at the entrance but went directly into the depths of the street.
Inside is a quaint street with shops on both sides, selling all sorts of things.
Things here are more expensive than outside, and there are relatively fewer customers, making the streets seem somewhat empty.
Zhang Fan wandered aimlessly, looking around.
Zhang Fan wandered into a porcelain shop without realizing it. Just as he stepped inside, someone suddenly jumped out from the side, shouting, "Make way! Make way!"
Caught off guard, Zhang Fan was bumped in the back, followed by a series of cracking sounds. Turning around, he saw shards of porcelain scattered all over the floor and took a step back.
The middle-aged man, looking menacing, blocked Zhang Fan's path; "You broke my antique vase, pay up."
The commotion drew a crowd, with many chiming in, "If something is broken, it should be compensated."
Ji Zhi's expression changed, while Zhang Fan remained calm: "How much?"
The middle-aged man said coldly, "This is a Qing Dynasty vase, worth 500,000 on the market. But since you're so young, I'll just give you 400,000."
Ji Zhi's face darkened: "400,000? Why don't you just rob someone?"
Zhang Fan nodded slightly: "You should indeed compensate me for emotional distress."
The middle-aged man glared at Zhang Fan fiercely, his voice filled with anger: "You won't leave this street today without paying me back!"
Many people gathered around after hearing the commotion, and the middle-aged man shouted, "Everyone come and see! This young man is trying to renege on his debt!"
"Young man, you're wrong about that. You should pay compensation."
Zhang Fan remained calm: "Such a wide street, so few people, bumping into my back, are you trying to scam me?"
The man in the middle looked like he had suffered a great loss and said, "I just shouted, and you were walking fine when you suddenly stopped. How about this, you take half the responsibility and pay me 200,000."
Zhang Fan sneered: "Your vase is worth at most 5 yuan!"
The middle-aged man's chest heaved with rage: "You're only paying me 5 yuan for a Tang Dynasty vase? Call the police, we'll see you at the station!"
He thought Zhang Fan would be scared, but to his surprise, Zhang Fan smiled coldly: "We should call the police, about last week's vase."
The middle-aged man's expression changed: "I'm in a hurry today, so I'll take the loss and pay you back with this bracelet. This bracelet is worth at most tens of thousands, so I'll take the loss."
Zhang Fan looked down at the man condescendingly and said, "Then call the police. They're trying to extort money from you with counterfeit goods."
He smelled a pungent acidic odor and knew that the antique had been acid-washed.
The middle-aged man sneered: "I bought this vase from Mr. Ding. Are you trying to tarnish Mr. Ding's reputation by saying this?"
Zhang Fan scoffed, "Are they trustworthy?"
A bystander explained, "Mr. Ding is a member of the Antiques Association, and the items he appraises are almost always correct."
"I've never heard of any counterfeit goods I've bought from him."
At this moment, an elderly man of about sixty years old walked over, and the middle-aged man quickly called out, "Mr. Ding."
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