The director of the District Traditional Chinese dicine Hospital spoke rather rudely, but the elderly Chinese doctor standing beside him seed very approving.
After all, acupuncture requires a great deal of experience; it isn't simply a matter of looking at a ridian chart and understanding the basic use of needles before one can use them at will.
At the sa ti, Ding Yuhuan's expression was awkward.
But before she could speak, the old lady laughed and said, "It's all right, at my age, I've undergone acupuncture so many tis, one more won't make a difference. Besides, this young man is quite handso and matches well with our Yuhuan. It's heartwarming to have soone think of this old woman; that ans more than anything else."
The old lady's words started off nice but the latter part was clearly off the mark.
This also made Shen Qiang sowhat embarrassed.
"Don't just stand there; my leg just happens to be a bit uncomfortable." The old lady looked at Shen Qiang encouragingly, "So don't be polite."
Upon hearing this, Shen Qiang smiled and agreed.
Almost simultaneously, the elderly Chinese doctor, seeing that Shen Qiang was about to start the acupuncture, imdiately voiced his displeasure sternly, "Did you study Chinese dicine? Where did you graduate from?"
Shen Qiang was slightly surprised and answered, "It's clinical dicine."
The elderly Chinese doctor frowned, "Are your parents or elders Chinese dicine practitioners?"
Shen Qiang shook his head, "No."
Hearing this, the elderly Chinese doctor expressed his displeasure, "Acupuncture is a systematic discipline, which can only be perford by licensed Chinese dicine practitioners."
Shen Qiang smiled and replied, "I have a clinical dical practice license. Do you need to see it?"
The elderly Chinese doctor frowned. It was then that the director of the Traditional Chinese dicine Hospital said, "But Chinese dicine and clinical practice are different."
Hearing this, Ding Yuhuan's grandmother beca unhappy, "Why are you making such a fuss? Yuhuan's friend is our own person, and I want him to treat ."
Both n imdiately fell silent.
They glanced at each other.
At that mont, Shen Qiang took out a pack of needles from his bosom.
Seeing them, the elderly Chinese doctor laughed, "Iron needles, the kind used by students in school, a set for twenty yuan. These needles lack flexibility, and anyone who truly knows acupuncture would not use them."
Hearing this, Ding Yuhuan showed a surprised expression.
Shen Qiang smiled slightly and said, "You're right, this type of needle indeed has many issues, but the good thing is that they are cheap and easily accessible, so it's not a problem to use them temporarily."
The elderly Chinese doctor frowned, "When it cos to dicine, one must be careful, careful, and again careful. Since you're a doctor, how can you be so casual?"
Hearing the elderly Chinese doctor's words, Ding Yuhuan's grandmother frowned and said, "Little Song, it's getting late, aren't you going ho for dinner?"
The elderly Chinese doctor remained unmoved and said, "Sister Li, I'm concerned."
Hearing this, Shen Qiang keenly sensed that there seed to be a story between Ding Yuhuan's grandmother and this elderly Chinese doctor.
But that was their private affair, none of Shen Qiang's business.
Ding Yuhuan's grandmother, sowhat unhappy yet resigned, glared at him and then said, "Then you can just watch from the side and keep your comnts to yourself."
The elderly Chinese doctor fell silent.
But the director of the District Traditional Chinese dicine Hospital spoke up, "Sister Li, Old Song is actually well-intentioned. If he weren't concerned about you, he wouldn't be speaking out of turn."
Eyeing Shen Qiang, he said earnestly, "He's too young, and there's no ancestral heritage. What's more, he's trained in Western clinical dicine. I think this is a waste of ti. When it cos to acupuncture, in Provincial City, one is the Zhong Family Clinic's plum blossom needles and the other is the old brand Life-extending Hall. Apart from those two, compared with Old Song, others practicing acupuncture are simply dreaming."
Hearing this, Shen Qiang's brows furrowed as he said, "This isn't heart surgery, there's no need for you to be so nervous."
Director Chang imdiately raised an eyebrow and said, "Looking at your age and that dical needle, I bet you can't even find the ridians and acupoints, so young man, if you're here to please the old lady, just keep her company by chatting. There's no need for the acupuncture."
The old traditional Chinese doctor imdiately nodded in agreent, "That's right. Everyone could just enjoy so tea and conversation."
Left with no choice, Shen Qiang thought, If it weren't for validating the effectiveness of the Human Control Needle Technique, why would I bother coming all this way to waste words with you.
Just then, Ding Yuhuan said, "Grandma, Shen Qiang is a very skilled doctor, even the director of the General Surgery departnt at the dical University Affiliated hospital praises him to no end."
Hearing this, the old lady's eyes brightened even more, "Really? I knew it, our Yuhuan is so discerning, how could she bring soone ordinary into our ho, co, co, Shen, don't be afraid, don't listen to them, co and treat grandma."
Seeing this turn of events, the two elderly n exchanged helpless looks.
For they clearly could no longer stop what was happening.
"Use my needle," said the old traditional Chinese doctor with a pained expression, yet still insisted, "Your lousy needle could never execute true acupuncture skills."
Shen Qiang laughed, "It is the doctor who cures and saves people, not the needle!"
With that, he didn't pay any further attention to the old man, and removed all the needles from the old lady's leg.
Following that, with a flick of his wrist, the iron needle moved as swift as the wind and quickly entered the old lady's leg.
"Such skilled handwork, standard movents, beautiful. Not only is it as smooth as flowing water, but the accuracy of the points is even slightly better than mine." As the saying goes, you can tell an expert by their first move and Shen Qiang's needle technique was just that.
The old traditional Chinese doctor's eyes imdiately lit up.
Director Chang from the district traditional Chinese dicine hospital was equally impressed, his eyes shining as he exclaid in surprise, "Eh, did you really not learn Chinese dicine? Anyone smart can rember the theory, but such skilled operation can't be achieved without thousands of tis of practice."
Their words brought a smile to the corner of Shen Qiang's mouth.
The Human Control Needle Technique was a thod that discarded all unnecessary movents to retain only the most effective, most direct techniques.
Combined with Shen Qiang's Foundation Establishnt Stage cultivation, and the natural stability that cultivators possess, his movents were less about skill and more akin to art.
In the blink of an eye, the five iron needles were in place.
Just as the traditional Chinese doctor and the director from the district hospital thought Shen Qiang would use his fingers to manipulate the needles, they were stunned to see that Shen Qiang simply stroked them with a flick of his wrist.
The five iron needles imdiately trembled as if they had life, not only trembling gently but seemingly having energy flowing between them.
"Plum Blossom Needle from the Zhong Family dical Hall!"
The old traditional Chinese doctor exclaid in shock.
"Life-extending Needle, the unique technique of Life-extending Hall!" Director Chang from the district hospital was also astonished.
But as soon as they voiced their thoughts, they looked at each other.
"Zhong Family's needles are a set of thirteen, this number is clearly wrong," the traditional Chinese doctor frowned.
Director Chang from the district hospital was just as astounded, "Life-extending Hall's technique usually involves an even number of needles, 68 or 82, this clearly doesn't match, but this strange trembling is exactly like theirs."
"Impressive technique," the two exclaid excitedly as they watched Shen Qiang.
And just as they were about to speak in that instant, Shen Qiang, with slightly raised eyebrows and a trace of a smile on his lips, snapped his fingers.
The five iron needles, which were previously only trembling slightly, suddenly ca to life, pulling and influencing each other in an uncanny rhythm, creating a warm airflow as soft as the spring breeze.
It caused the old traditional Chinese doctor to freeze up, staring dumbfounded as if his brain had crashed.
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