After a moment of silence, Jue Lao suddenly burst into joyful laughter.
Su Yan was startled and quickly asked, "Master, what are you laughing at?"
She also heard someone on the other end of the phone ask, "Mr. Jue, what's wrong?"
Master Jue told the other person that it was nothing, and then said, "I am smiling with joy. Your intelligence is even more surprising than I imagined."
Hearing this, Su Yan breathed a sigh of relief and said irritably, "If you're happy, then be happy. Why did you suddenly laugh so scary? I thought something was wrong."
"Ayan, have you ever heard of the Thirteen Ghost Needles?"
Without a second thought, Su Yan replied, "Of course I've heard of it. I think anyone who's into traditional Chinese medicine should know about the Thirteen Ghost Needles, right?"
The Thirteen Needles of Ghost Gate, as the name suggests, the last needle is meant to snatch people from the clutches of Yama, the King of Hell, and pull them back from the brink of death.
The first twelve stitches were manageable, but the thirteenth stitch was extremely difficult.
If it fails, not only will the patient not be saved, but the person will also lose their own life.
"Yes, but mastering the Thirteen Ghost Needles is as difficult as ascending to heaven." Master Jue said slowly, "My master had two disciples in his life, one was me and the other was my senior brother, but I was the only one who mastered the Thirteen Ghost Needles, while my senior brother died because of the Thirteen Ghost Needles."
Su Yan had never heard her master mention these things before, and couldn't help but ask, "Why did you die from the Thirteen Ghost Needles?"
"When my eldest brother was forty-six, he was trying to save a benefactor who was being chased by his enemies and was seriously injured. If he hadn't used the Thirteen Ghost Needles, his benefactor would probably have died. But when he was applying the thirteenth needle, a bullet hit the car and struck my eldest brother's shoulder. He was disturbed. His benefactor survived, but my brother's soul was damaged because of this disturbance. When I arrived, he had already stopped breathing and there was no chance to save him."
“I did not teach the Thirteen Ghost Needles to your three senior brothers. Their talent is excellent, but it has not yet reached my expectations. Furthermore, I am worried that what happened to my eldest brother will one day happen to them. It is better not to learn this skill, so I can feel more at ease.”
Su Yan was silent for a few seconds before saying, "But Master, you don't want the Thirteen Ghost Needles to be lost, do you?"
"The Thirteen Ghost Needles is a technique that my master valued highly. If he were alive, he would certainly not want this technique to be lost." Master Jue sighed. "I have never seen anyone with such talent and comprehension as you. I want to pass on the Thirteen Ghost Needles to you, but I am also worried that you might suffer misfortune when you use it in the future. I would like to ask for your opinion."
Su Yan replied without hesitation, "Master, of course I want to learn. Traditional Chinese medicine is declining more and more. If possible in the future, I hope I can carry forward all the important medical skills in traditional Chinese medicine that are about to be lost, or write them into a book so that these important things will not be buried."
"As for your concern that I might get into trouble, I will try my best to prevent such a thing from happening. I am your little disciple, a lucky one favored by God. God certainly wouldn't want me to die while saving people, otherwise, how unjust would it be for me to die? You can rest assured."
"Alright, I will teach you after you graduate. But before that, you need to lay a solid foundation and master traditional Chinese medicine to the point of being completely familiar with it. Otherwise, you can't touch the Thirteen Ghost Needles."
Su Yan took a deep breath. "I understand, Master. I will study hard."
Master Jue was satisfied upon hearing this. He needed to put some pressure on his young apprentice. It was good that she had talent, but he couldn't let her think that traditional Chinese medicine was a simple subject. Otherwise, over time, her mind would inevitably wander and she would lose her composure, which would not be good.
"Master, will you be able to come back in half a year?" Su Yan couldn't help but ask.
Master Jue said, "Probably. My third brother wrote to me saying that your friend from the US has come to Beijing. She can only stay in Beijing for half a year. He also told me about her general situation. Just as I told you, the blood stasis will not affect your friend's daily life. If the acupuncture effect is not obvious, then there is no need for treatment. In your friend's case, perhaps one day in the future, the blood stasis may suddenly dissipate on its own."
"why is that?"
“I have encountered similar situations before. The patient’s bruise on his head was a centimeter larger than your friend’s. He also lost some memories, but it did not affect his life.”
I treated him for a month, but it had no effect at all. I had tried all the methods available, so I stopped the treatment. About two years later, the blood clot in the patient's head dissipated, and he also remembered his past memories.
In situations like this, a bruise on the head isn't necessarily a medical condition. For example, if you fall and injure your knee, a bruise might remain after it heals, but it will eventually disappear on its own.
Su Yan suddenly realized.
Therefore, Wennai's condition does not require treatment at all. When the blood clot in her brain will dissipate depends entirely on her physical condition.
"Okay, I'll talk to them."
Master Jue said, "If your friend is anxious to regain her memory, I suggest she try something that stimulates the body, such as extreme sports. The stimulation might help the blood clots break up."
Su Yan's lips twitched. "...Master, are you sure this suggestion isn't a joke with your life?"
"I mean, assuming her mental state can withstand the stimulation," Master Jue said calmly. "Do you have any other questions? If not, I'm about to pass away."
Su Yan quickly asked, "Yes! Master, how did you receive Third Senior Brother's letter so quickly? Where are you?"
"I'm in Beijing, but I can't say exactly where. It's a confidential place. There's a patient here with a rather special identity and a very difficult condition. Doctors who come here have to be completely isolated from the world and give the patient their utmost care."
"Alright then, please take care of yourself. You're getting older, so please don't stay up all night like those young people. Nothing is more important than your health," Su Yan earnestly advised.
She knew that although her master was old, he would often work tirelessly and stay up all night, regardless of his physical condition, when faced with a difficult illness.
Master Jue felt a warm glow in his heart as he listened. “I haven’t spoiled you for nothing. Don’t worry, I know what I’m doing. I’ll live to at least a hundred years old and see how far you can take traditional Chinese medicine in twenty years.”
With such high expectations from her master, Su Yan felt immense pressure. She obediently agreed before hanging up the phone, and then called Guo Ziming and the others one by one to tell them what her master had said.
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