Qingyang nodded, then quickly followed behind He Chao.
The roads in the Inner City were very neat, all poured with cent, so your feet wouldn’t get stuck in the mud.
Very soon, He Chao brought Qingyang to the outside of the dical bay.
When Li Yu saw Qingyang coming over, his face lit up with joy.
He hurried a few steps forward and asked bluntly, "Do you know the Taiyin Needle?"
After he finished, he looked at him with an expectant face, clearly hoping the answer was yes.
"???" Qingyang was completely dumbfounded. Rushing over just to ask if he knew the Taiyin Needle—what the hell for?
"No." Qingyang shook his head as he spoke. He really didn’t know that one.
Li Yu and Uncle’s faces grew ugly at a speed visible to the naked eye.
Just a mont ago he’d looked so happy, and now it was a complete reversal.
"But I do know the Ghost Gate Thirteen Needles. I don’t know the Taiyin Needle, but my master said back then, once you’ve mastered the Ghost Gate Thirteen Needles, you don’t really need to learn the other needle techniques."
Qingyang added right away.
Hearing him talk like this, Li Yu practically wanted to give him a big slap.
Who taught him to talk like this?
Can’t he finish a sentence in one go?
But hearing this news, he was still overjoyed.
Uncle hurriedly asked, "So what you an is, whatever the Taiyin Needle can treat, the Ghost Gate Thirteen Needles can work too? Can you treat a stroke?"
Qingyang nodded and said, "That depends on the patient’s condition. Also, I don’t have any needles on ..."
"Don’t worry about that, just co with ." Seeing that Qingyang didn’t seem to treat this as sothing particularly difficult, Li Yu directly dragged him into the dical bay.
Inside the dical bay, the sound of hurried footsteps made ng Yu and the others look over.
They stared at Qingyang in his tattered Taoist robe, a dazed expression on his face.
As Li Yu ca in, he said to the old TCM doctor Hua Qian, "Do you have silver needles?"
Hua Qian had just been talking about a Taoist, and now Li Yu had actually dragged in a Taoist, so he was a bit stunned.
"Ah, yes." He answered subconsciously.
After all, he’d basically never left the First outer city.
And Qingyang had only arrived here right before the typhoon hit, so they hadn’t t yet.
It was Extra Staff mber Liu Pengfei who had seen the Taoist before.
Li Yuan had also seen Qingyang. She’d heard from Li Gang and the others that this Taoist had helped them when he ca back, and they’d given him his reward before the typhoon hit.
Now she suddenly realized—right, there was a Taoist in the base already!
Li Yu was very strong and dragged Qingyang straight in.
Qingyang’s hand was gripped so tightly that it hurt, making him grimace.
He thought to himself: Mr. Li is really strong!
Uncle followed behind Li Yu.
He pulled Qingyang to Grandpa’s bedside, then said to Qingyang, "Take a look. My grandpa hit a rock when he was coming down the mountain. Xiao Yuan, tell him the symptoms and what happened."
"Okay." Li Yuan then explained the ti of onset and the symptoms.
Qingyang walked over, first checked Grandpa’s tongue coating, then pried open his eyes to look, and then examined his scalp.
Finally, he looked left and right.
He seed to be looking for a stool to sit on.
Li Yuan hurriedly pushed a stool over.
"Thanks." Qingyang gave Li Yuan a small smile and thanked her.
Li Yuan stared at Qingyang’s confident smile, dazed for a few seconds.
She felt a bit of hope in her heart, wishing he could cure Grandpa.
Qingyang sat down, closed his eyes, then placed his fingers on Grandpa’s wrist to take his pulse.
In the dical bay, everyone watched this scene.
They didn’t even dare breathe loudly, afraid of affecting his pulse-taking.
Especially the old TCM doctor Hua Qian. Before Qingyang ca, he had already taken the pulse and it was basically what he’d expected.
In this situation, he was helpless.
A few minutes later.
Qingyang opened his eyes, then carefully checked Grandpa’s tongue coating and hair again.
At last he stood up and looked around at everyone.
Then he said, "It can be treated. As long as we have needles, and we combine it with decoctions later, it should work."
Whoosh—
Li Yu and Uncle both let out a long sigh of relief.
Liu Pengfei and ng Yu, standing nearby, looked at this Taoist in disbelief, half-suspecting he was just bragging.
But Li Yu had dealt with this Taoist before. This Qingyang was always pretty reserved—if he was eighty percent sure, he’d only say there was so chance.
Uncle imdiately asked, "When you say it can be treated, what do you an? That he can wake up, regain consciousness, and have no sequelae?"
Qingyang pondered for two seconds.
Then said, "Waking him up isn’t hard. As for sequelae, it depends on the follow-up care and decoctions. If the recovery goes well, it can be fully cured!"
Uncle and Li Yu were overjoyed.
Li Yuan was also very happy, but she had so doubts. Based on what she’d learned, getting soone to wake up was already extrely difficult—let alone a full cure. That sounded like a fairy tale.
Liu Pengfei and ng Yu kept silent. They didn’t know what to say.
To be honest, they didn’t really believe it.
But Hua Qian’s eyes were shining as he looked at Qingyang with anticipation.
...
Hua Qian quickly took out an acupuncture set from the bag he had brought and handed it over.
Qingyang took it and quietly looked at Li Yu.
The aning was obvious: do you want to try?
Li Yu understood imdiately, then asked Qingyang, "If it fails, what will happen?"
Qingyang shook his head and said, "I’ll adjust as I go. If anything seems off, I’ll stop imdiately. But generally, there shouldn’t be any problems."
Li Yu nodded, then asked Uncle, "Uncle, you decide. Do we let him try? If it doesn’t work, we’ll have Doctor Liu and the others do surgery."
Uncle looked at his comatose father, hesitation in his eyes.
But soon he made up his mind.
He nodded. "Let’s try."
"Alright." After hearing his answer, Qingyang turned his head and said to Li Yuan, "Do you have Alcohol? I need to disinfect first."
"Alcohol? Yes." Li Yuan answered imdiately.
Then she ran off to fetch the Alcohol.
After Qingyang used Alcohol to disinfect every silver needle, he glanced at Grandpa.
He said to Li Yuan and ng Yu, "Please help take off his shirt, thanks."
ng Yu and Li Yuan went over and took off Grandpa’s shirt.
Qingyang looked at everyone and wasn’t affected by their stares at all.
He closed his eyes. A few seconds later he opened them again, and his whole aura changed abruptly.
He beca extrely focused and serious.
Swish swish swish!
Qingyang’s needling speed was incredibly fast. In the blink of an eye, Grandpa’s entire head was covered in silver needles.
Then he moved on to other areas.
Ten minutes later.
Qingyang sat on the stool, sweat beading on his forehead, and said weakly to everyone, "We wait about half an hour, then we can remove the needles. After that, we can try to wake him up."
Everyone stared at the long silver needles, their eyes filled with expectation.
Li Yuan watched Grandpa with total concentration.
Ten minutes later.
Grandpa’s originally pale face slowly grew rosy again.
What was astonishing was that the spots where the needles were inserted started to emit heat, white mist curling up as the warmth stead off.
Suddenly.
Grandpa let out a grunt and slowly opened his eyes.
Seeing this, Qingyang imdiately said, "Don’t move."
Li Yu saw Grandpa wake up and his face lit up in delight.
Liu Pengfei and ng Yu exchanged looks, their eyes full of shock.
This works? This actually works?
What the hell!
As for the old TCM doctor Hua Qian, his body trembled slightly. The scene from decades ago was being replayed before his eyes.
This ti, he was determined to learn from this little Taoist. He had to master this set of needle techniques.
"Yuan Niuniu, what’s wrong with ?" After opening his eyes, Grandpa saw his head full of silver needles and asked in confusion.
Hearing Grandpa call her that, Li Yuan glanced at Qingyang, a little embarrassed.
She said softly, "Grandpa, don’t move right now, you’re in the middle of a needling treatnt. This afternoon, when you were coming down the mountain, you fell..."
Li Yuan slowly explained what had happened to Grandpa.
Grandpa listened and more or less understood.
Then he looked gratefully at Qingyang and said, "Thank you, little Taoist. How much longer do I need? My head feels all warm."
"But it feels pretty comfortable." Grandpa added.
The Taoist glanced at the clock on the wall and said, "About another fifteen minutes."
...
(Asking for a monthly ticket)
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