Chapter 499 Ying Zijin: This acupuncture technique, I created it [2 updates]
The ancestor of the Fu family was Fu Xi.
Fu Xi has great talent; otherwise, she wouldn't have accepted Fu Xi as her apprentice to carry on the ancient medical tradition.
However, modern traditional Chinese medicine, having developed over hundreds of years, has branched out into many different lineages, and indeed has little to do with it in many aspects.
However, if we're talking about orthodoxy, then of course it's the disciples of Fu Xi.
Fu Xi was a kind-hearted person. Before she completely disappeared from the world of ancient medicine, she traveled around China treating people without asking for any reward.
Later, she returned to the field of traditional Chinese medicine and began to take on apprentices, thus promoting and developing traditional Chinese medicine.
Ying Zijing had never paid attention to how many disciples Fu Xi had.
After all, she had already left Earth and returned to the Spirit Cultivation World by then.
Having been reborn this time, all she knew was that Fu Xi was still alive; she didn't care about anything else.
According to Lin Qingjia, Yu Xuan was her first-generation grand-disciple, the ancient divine doctor was her second-generation grand-disciple, and Lin Qingjia was her third-generation grand-disciple.
It seems that this lineage is quite powerful and enjoys a high reputation in the field of ancient medicine.
When she woke up, there were many more younger people around.
Ying Zijing leaned against the wall, not leaving, just watching.
"I have examined him. The reason this patient is unconscious is because the poison attacked his heart and nerves, causing mental problems." The ancient physician stroked his beard, confident of victory. "The antidote not only requires medicinal herbs, but also acupuncture."
"I am confident that I can wake the patient up after just one acupuncture session."
Hearing this, Evan's expression brightened: "That's right, the Western doctors also checked, and Father's nerves were indeed affected."
It seems that this ancient medicine has some real skills.
The ancient healer took a long box from the apprentice and opened it.
Inside were rows of silver needles of varying lengths, gleaming with a cold light.
The ancient physician picked up one of the needles, disinfected it with alcohol and fire, and then, holding the silver needle, aimed it at the Shaoshang acupoint of the Beiwen family patriarch.
Rita's expression changed, and she was about to stop her.
When it comes to detoxification, she truly only trusts Ying Zijin.
But before she could make a move, the ancient doctor's hand suddenly trembled, and the silver needles in his hand quickly turned black.
Not only the one in his hand, but all the others in the box turned black.
Rita was taken aback and looked at the girl.
Only a poison master can do this in an instant.
The middle-aged man's expression changed: "Sir, what's wrong?"
Ying Zijing smoothed her black sleeves and said casually, "You invited me here, but you don't respect me. What kind of rubbish needlework is this? I can't stand it."
These were words that only the ancient divine physician himself had ever spoken; no one had ever said them to him before.
He was so angry his beard bristled, and his fingers trembled: "You, you..."
The Thirteen Needles of Ghosts!
This is an ancient medical acupuncture technique, and only a handful of people in the ancient medical community know it. What does an O-type person know?
This box of silver needles is specially made; the ancient divine physician has used it for thirty years, treating it like his own son.
He didn't bring any spare silver needles with him when he came to Ozhou. If the silver needles are destroyed, he will have no tools to treat patients.
The ancient healer's face turned pale.
Rita glanced at the destroyed silver needles: "How much? Take it from the vault. The Bevan family isn't short of money."
These words were an insult to the ancient physician.
Even if Lin Qingjia tried to persuade him, he wouldn't stay any longer.
The ancient physician stood up with a cold face: "If anything happens to this patient in the future, please don't call me. I won't take responsibility, and I will definitely not come here again!"
He turned and left.
But no one tried to stop him.
The ancient physician's expression turned even more grim.
The middle-aged man followed, sighing, "I'm sorry, Miss Lin, this was also my oversight; I've made you come all this way for nothing."
There are very few rumors about the First Poison Master.
But it is obvious that the First Poison Master lived a long time.
Even the top ten poison masters can greatly slow down the aging process of cells and increase their ability to divide through poisons.
In terms of age, even the legendary ancient healer would have to call him an ancestor.
Of course, he didn't say that.
"Mr. Taylor, you're too kind," Lin Qingjia smiled. "It's just that our medical skills aren't good enough."
“Miss Lin is underestimating herself,” the middle-aged man said again. “The Taylor family will compensate for the silver needles used by the ancient divine physician.”
The ancient physician snorted coldly and remained silent.
“Dr. Gu.” Lin Qingjia pointed to her head and pursed her lips. “My mother also has a problem here. I would appreciate it if you could cure her after we get back.”
The ancient physician's expression softened: "Of course."
Even if people from Europe don't know what's good, there will always be someone who does.
He didn't want to reveal their sect's secret techniques to foreigners.
**
In the hospital ward.
Unable to bear the fear instilled in them by the First Poison Master, Evan and Ivan both made excuses to leave.
"Find the rest of the medicine and bring it to me." Ying Zijing nodded slightly. "With the medicine, he will wake up soon."
Rita nodded, somewhat curious: "Was that acupuncture technique really rubbish?"
She didn't understand traditional Chinese medicine, let alone ancient medicine, but the ancient doctor's explanations were indeed very logical.
Ying Zijing yawned, her eyes languid: "It depends on who uses it and where it's used. His needle can't save people; it can kill them."
The Thirteen Ghost Needles technique is indeed aimed at the mind and spirit, and it can indeed help patients with mental and spiritual problems return to normal.
However, the head of the Bevin family had been suffering from poison for many years, which accelerated the aging of his organs, leaving him very weak.
The ancient divine physician's third needle strike could directly kill the Bevin family head.
Rita exclaimed in surprise, "Thank goodness you stopped it!"
After thinking about it, she became even more curious: "But how do you know so much?"
She also heard that the Thirteen Ghost Needles technique was a rare and ancient medical method passed down through generations and was not taught to outsiders.
"Oh, I created it."
Rita: "..."
She couldn't tell whether what he said was true or false.
My brain capacity is a bit insufficient.
Rita was somewhat sad; she had always considered herself a big shot.
But now she realizes that she doesn't understand the world of the big shots, and she can't even understand what they're saying.
Ying Zijing stood up: "I'm leaving now."
Rita also stood up: "I'll see you out."
"No need. Use the time to investigate the traitors within your family."
Ying Zijin left the castle, then suddenly stopped.
She turned her head and glanced at Evan, who was hesitating whether to step forward: "You want to come along?"
Evan stiffened, his legs went weak: "N-no, please, sir, please."
Does he have the guts to follow the First Poison Master?
At that point, they probably won't even know how they died.
Evan stood there, watching the girl leave.
Ten minutes later, the sense of intimidation dissipated, and they barely regained their freedom of movement.
Evan wiped his sweat and went back, his legs weak.
That's terrifying. I wonder what the First Poison Master looks like. Maybe he's already a skeleton.
**
Ying Zijing left Bevin Castle, circled around several times, removed her black robe and disguise, and changed into normal clothes.
She looked at the black robe in her hand and for the first time found it somewhat of an eyesore.
I don't know how she could wear these kinds of clothes for hundreds of years.
This aesthetic sense.
Last night, after leaving the underground world, she went to the airport to pick up Fu Yunshen.
This morning, Xiu Yu and the Xiu family's racing team also arrived; the F1 race hosted by the Manson family was about to begin.
Qin Lingyu was also with them.
It's said that there's an international variety show being filmed, so Qin Lingyu came along.
Besides Xiu Yu and the Xiu family's racing team, the group also stayed at the hotel where the "Elf Queen" film crew was staying.
Upon seeing Ying Zijin return, Yunshan bowed respectfully: "Miss Ying."
"Yaoyao, there's a cocktail party next month." Fu Yunshen waved, his peach blossom eyes curving into a smile. "It's being hosted by the O Continent's major families and the Venus Group. Do you want to go?"
Ying Zijing didn't seem to care: "No, I'm too lazy."
"Hmm." Fu Yunshen showed no surprise.
"Young Master, I'll go, I'll go!" Yunshan rubbed his hands together excitedly. "I want to grab red envelopes, and I also want to eat something delicious."
He had heard that the party would give out free red envelopes, and he wanted to experience the joy of money falling from the sky.
Upon hearing this, Ying Zijing opened her eyes, her head still resting on the shoulder of the real human-shaped body pillow, and calmly replied, "Then go."
Yunshan: "..."
He was now absolutely certain that their young master was no match for money and good food.
Fu Yunshen glanced at the life-size body pillow tossed on the bed and smiled, "Little one, how's the gift?"
"I want to cut it into pieces with scissors."
"..."
"Father Ying." At this moment, Xiu Yu knocked on the door from the outside. "It's evening, I'll take you out to have some fun."
"Ignore men; they'll only slow you down! We must be ruthless."
Ying Zijin glanced at Fu Yunshen and pondered, "That seems to make some sense."
Fu Yunshen paused, raised an eyebrow, and a glint of light flickered in his eyes, carrying a hint of seduction: "Hmm?"
Ying Zijing stood up unhurriedly: "You only affect my sword speed, and even your pillow affects my sleep quality."
I was sleeping too deeply.
"..."
She left the presidential suite without any psychological burden and went to meet up with Xiu Yu.
Qin Lingyu was also there. Upon seeing the girl, she nodded and said, "Let's go."
Xiu Yu picked up her phone and started searching for restaurants, when a severe wave of dizziness washed over her.
She coughed suddenly, her expression changing as if she had remembered something. She raised her hand and called out to Ying Zijing, "Father Ying, on the plane..."
Before he could finish speaking, he lost consciousness in an instant.
(End of this chapter)
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