"Yes, there is Chen Tianhui, known as the best acupuncturist in the capital. However, he has retired and his eldest apprentice has taken over. His technique is the same as Chen's, and his needle insertion is steady."
"If you're not busy, could you take us there? I can give you a referral fee." As she spoke, Su Ya reached for her wallet.
"No need, no need, I'll take you there. How did you get here..."
On the way, the old man told me that Old Chen stopped performing acupuncture because he had also fallen ill and was no longer able to. Apparently, it was a condition he developed from years of giving acupuncture treatments.
My hands and arms were trembling.
Xing Baohua seems to know about this symptom; Muhammad Ali apparently had this problem, as does Parkinson's disease. What does it have to do with giving people too many acupuncture needles?
The prescription given by Master Gong specified the meridians and acupoints, and Master Chen wanted to personally perform the best acupuncture treatment.
Goodness, such a long needle! What if I prick myself by the wrong needle?
Even those who hadn't made a move are now taking action. Where did all these old monsters come from in the capital?!
That's terrifying!
Xing Baohua suggested that Chen Lao's eldest apprentice should take the lead and that Chen Lao should rest first. However, Chen Lao said that since Gong Lao had already taken action, only he was worthy of Gong Lao's skills.
He didn't let Xing Baohua lie on the bed, but just sat on a stool. Old Chen held the needle and began to insert it.
Xing Baohua sat there as if nothing was wrong, completely unaware of the pain, or even feeling it.
Old Chen's technique involved flying needles; onlookers only saw him twitch his index finger slightly.
A silver needle, about ten centimeters long, flew into the flesh.
When the needles went in, Xing Baohua didn't feel anything. But after Elder Chen finished inserting the needles, Xing Baohua soon felt soreness and a slight pain in his entire back.
"Doctor, please be gentle when inserting the needle."
"Light what?"
Xing Baohua looked up and saw Old Chen standing in front of him. He breathed a sigh of relief, thankfully Old Chen didn't make a move.
Su Ya said from the side, "It's been a while since Old Chen finished the acupuncture, and you're only just starting to feel it!"
"Ah!" This time I was truly shocked. That's what you call skill. Without you even realizing it, you've experienced the most terrifying aspect.
As expected of the best acupuncturist in the capital, her skills are truly remarkable.
While Xing Baohua was sitting, Old Chen asked him to extend his wrist so he could check his pulse. After a short while, he said, "How did you get the injury on your back? Were you hit by a hammer? That doesn't seem likely!"
"It's a long story. I was ambushed, even though I was wearing a bulletproof vest. I even had a slight rib fracture, but I put on some plaster. It's all healed now, isn't it? But who knew that Old Gong could tell from taking my pulse that it wasn't fully healed."
At this point, Xing Baohua asked again, "Won't this leave me with any long-term effects?"
"No, it's not a big deal even without treatment. It'll just be a little swollen and painful occasionally. There might be other factors involved in why Master Gong asked you to come for treatment. Blockage of the Gaohuang acupoint can delay symptoms like coughing and wheezing. Normally, you can get better with some medicine in a few days, but if this acupoint is blocked, it might take ten days to half a month to get better."
Of course, blockage here can also lead to symptoms such as forgetfulness, night sweats, seminal emission, and general weakness.
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