In the next two days, Shen Qiang's life was very peaceful.
He handled the work on ergency trauma effortlessly, performing multiple tis faster than Ding Yuhuan with closed eyes, with no one challenging him or suppressing him, and no critical ergencies arising, making everything appear unremarkably calm.
During these two days, besides the slow progress of a clothing expert's garnt production, everything was under control.
Especially Shen Qiang's cultivation had settled over these days and was further enhanced by repeatedly refining Gathering Qi Powder.
He had completely reached the level to begin Foundation Establishnt.
It was just because he had to go to work.
So, having finished his morning cultivation, Shen Qiang did not rush into Foundation Establishnt and planned to start after work in the evening, as by then he would have plenty of ti. This would allow Shen Qiang to advance his cultivation steadily, with enough ti to adjust even if there were any surprises.
At seven fifty in the morning, ten minutes before work ti.
Shen Qiang arrived at the dical University Affiliated on ti.
As he got there, he imdiately noticed a crowd gathered in front of the hospital's outpatient building. As Shen Qiang walked over, he saw an elderly man lying on the ground, while a middle-aged man, apparently a doctor from dical University Affiliated, was performing CPR on him.
anwhile, people nearby were discussing in hushed tones.
"This old gentleman might be in trouble, such an old age, and no one accompanying him on the streets."
"He might be here for a doctor's visit."
"Seems he might not make it; probably won't wait until the ergency staff cos out from inside the hospital."
Among the murmur of the crowd, Shen Qiang, with a frown creasing his brow, unconsciously pushed through the throng to get closer.
After a brief glance, he imdiately realized that the elder had entered a state of apparent death and was deeply unconscious.
In such cases, as long as he could regain a sliver of consciousness combined with CPR, the problem shouldn't be big.
Shen Qiang flipped his wrist.
An iron acupuncture needle, abundantly supplied by regular drugstores, appeared in Shen Qiang's hand.
Although he had not yet completed Foundation Establishnt and couldn't use the truly unpredictable acupuncture techniques, just a simple application of acupuncture, even compared to ordinary acupuncture masters, might not necessarily outmatch Shen Qiang.
And in the current situation, no supernatural acupuncture technique was required; just one silver needle inserted into the philtrum area along with a stimulation of True Qi could perfectly achieve the goal of reviving the old man's senses.
Just as Shen Qiang was concentrating on preparing to save the person, an unexpected surge of True Qi ca barbarically from the side, forcefully shoving Shen Qiang aside.
Suddenly assaulted, Shen Qiang stumbled a couple of steps before stabilizing himself. He instantly saw the chubby man, a fellow competitor from this trial period, along with another man whose fair skin and envy-invokingly delicate hands glared at Shen Qiang with a look of smug disdain.
Frowning while fiddling with his phone, the chubby man said,
"This elderly gentleman is too old; looking at his condition, he'll only last a minute or two. If he can't be saved within that ti, he probably won't stand a chance."
Shen Qiang stepped forward with a cold gaze, "Step aside."
The chubby man pretended not to hear, using his hefty body to block Shen Qiang.
By now, the onlookers were in disarray.
"He's gone, look, the old man's lips are turning blue; he's not showing any reaction at all."
"It's probably over for him; look, the old man's pants are wet,"
"Hmm, incontinence. I guess he's already dead."
In the midst of everyone's panicked discussions, the middle-aged doctor, who had been performing CPR, also stopped, sighing helplessly, "I did my best."
Knowing that the old man's spark of life hadn't yet faded and that a single needle could save him, Shen Qiang furrowed his brows and stepped forward. Unexpectedly, the chubby man agilely blocked Shen Qiang once more. Shen Qiang's eyebrows inverted fiercely as he shouted, "Move aside!"
But the chubby man rely looked at Shen Qiang with a mocking gaze, whispering in a voice that only Shen Qiang could hear, "Your glare is quite scary, but it's useless. My cultivation has already reached the Late Stage of Foundation Establishnt. If I don't want you to pass, you, a re Qi Condensation stage weakling, can only stand and watch!"
Shen Qiang's eyes turned icy, and he instantly activated the power within his Mixed Arts, harnessing three tis the strength. He was definitely not weaker than a cultivator in the Golden Core Stage.
Just as Shen Qiang was about to make his move,
The fair-skinned man standing next to the old man suddenly spoke up, "Don't worry, with here, this elderly gentleman won't die."
Everyone's gaze instantly focused on the fair-skinned man.
"Who is he? Professor Wu said he already did his best, which ans the old man is already dead. Does he really have the skill to save him?"
"Exactly, has this youngster gone mad?"
In the midst of everyone's discussions, the fair-skinned man glanced arrogantly at Shen Qiang and said coldly, "Doctors who only perform surgeries are rely craftsn at best. A true doctor always cultivates both internally and externally."
After speaking, he elegantly flipped his wrists, which could make won jealous, and, unhurriedly under everyone's gaze, inserted thirteen silver needles into the old man's face, forming a pattern resembling that of small plum blossoms.
Shen Qiang was montarily stunned, then he couldn't help but find it sowhat amusing.
In fact, with just one glance, Shen Qiang had already recognized that the acupuncture technique used by the fair-skinned man was the Small Plum Blossom Acupuncture Technique, distinctly docunted in the dical Saint Inheritance and one of the most common techniques among healers in the Immortal Realm.
This technique was easy to learn and practice, with a certain healing effect, and was considered a beginner's technique in the Immortal Realm.
The dical Saint's evaluation of this technique was just one word: terrible.
Because with such a technique, one must apply needles in groups of thirteen to form the shape of small plum blossoms, which was ti-consuming and offered only slightly better effects than using no technique at all, hence it was ranked as the worst technique in the dical Saint Inheritance.
The dical Saint even explicitly stated in the inheritance that this technique was barely better than nothing; thus, all heirs of the dical Saint need not learn it.
And indeed, that was the case.
Currently, all it took was one silver needle and a boost of True Qi to awaken the old man.
But at this mont, Shen Qiang could clearly feel that the fair-skinned man was desperately exerting his True Qi, controlling the thirteen silver needles and making them tremble from the outer to the inner circle layer by layer.
It took roughly five seconds before he finally reached the crucial middle needle and stimulated it.
But just after doing so, he started from the outer circle again.
This thod, akin to undoing one's trousers to fart, made Shen Qiang utterly helpless and forced him to admit that the dical Saint was right; this technique was, indeed, far too terrible. Clearly, a single needle could solve the problem, yet he insistently used thirteen.
It was clear direct stimulation would suffice, yet he insisted on moving in circles from the outside in.
And as Shen Qiang watched with helpless amusent, the fair-skinned man, who had already made the silver needles tremble three tis with True Qi, was starting to show sweat on his forehead. Even so, he still found ti to glance haughtily at Shen Qiang and transmitted boastfully,
"You dare to act arrogantly in front of ? Watch closely, this is a unique and profound acupuncture technique that reigns supre in Huaxia. Today, I'll let you, a guy who only knows how to perform surgeries, see what a Divine Doctor is!"
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