Mr. Calia unexpectedly discovered that he was in a strange Yin and Yang world.
One half of that world was filled with whistling cold winds, an icy landscape, while the other half was scorching hot, unbearably so.
Boom, the slight sting just now seed to have opened the door to the cold, and an unbearable pain, like a cold ice tide, surged throughout his body.
Where it passed, from deep within the bones, ca a pain akin to thousands of steel needles continuously piercing the body.
The other half of his body felt as if it was trapped in scorching lava, he could even sll his own flesh burning.
His pupils suddenly contracted, and an unprecedented fear flashed in his resolute eyes.
This fear was like a childhood nightmare, sothing he hadn’t felt for a long ti.
Thirty years ago, when he was captured by an opponent and endured inhuman torture for a day and night, that was a fear beyond death. At that ti, he felt it was better to die than to endure such torture.
And now, this feeling surged back like a tide once again.
He twitched all over as if electrified, began to struggle, trying to escape from this terror, finally understanding what Xu Xiangbei ant, that the pain from deep within the bones was many tis stronger than physical pain.
If it hadn’t been for Zhang Xuesong following Xu Xiangbei’s instructions, pressing down hard on Mr. Calia, he might have already jumped off the sofa.
Calia felt like he was going crazy, letting out agonizing screams, as if countless fierce ghosts were rushing out of his body, nearly tearing the roof off.
Outside, waiting, Director Zhou, Dean Sun, and even Calia’s subordinate, the big fatty, all changed their expressions when they heard the noise, thinking that Mr. Calia had encountered so misfortune, almost rushing into the room.
But the door was tightly locked, so there was no way to get in.
The fatty recalled Xu Xiangbei’s instructions, regardless of what happened or what sounds they heard, they must prevent others from breaking in. He gritted his teeth, pushing Director Zhou and the others away from breaking down the door.
Calia was suffering terribly from the inverse-heaven eight needles treatnt, and Zhang Xuesong and Xu Xiangbei were not having it easy either.
Zhang Xuesong didn’t know where his glasses had gone, and his white coat was torn into an apron by the struggling Calia.
Xu Xiangbei looked like he was fished out of water, his entire body drenched. He had already executed the first two forms of the inverse-heaven eight needles, reaching the critical third form, flowing upstream.
His hands moved like lightning over the acupuncture points on Calia’s back, pressing from top to bottom, from the back of the head all the way to the heel, unblocking the Du ridian.
By the third form, the pain subsided significantly, and Calia began to quiet down, lying motionless on the sofa as if dead.
Xu Xiangbei was quite satisfied with Calia’s reaction, instructed the battered Zhang Xuesong, "You can let go now."
Zhang Xuesong was actually almost unable to hold on anymore. Calia’s struggling strength was too great, he had practically pressed his entire body against Calia, lucky to have been exercising regularly, otherwise, he really wouldn’t have been able to hold this scrawny old man down.
Hearing that he could let go, he sat wearily on the sofa, feeling a sense of collapse, his wrists and arms extrely sore, as if he’d undergone a high-intensity physical workout.
He could now rest, but Xu Xiangbei still had to continue the acupuncture, as it was the crucial concluding phase and not a mont could be sloppily handled.
Xu Xiangbei’s eyes widened, exhaling with vocalization, his inner strength swiftly circulated, surging into his hands.
His hands drew a beautiful arc in mid-air, an invisible force field unleashed.
Like a dead pig, Calia lying on the sofa, suddenly turned over bizarrely in mid-air, from lying face down to lying face up on the sofa.
Sitting beside, Zhang Xuesong felt a wave of heat rushing towards him, being knocked back onto the sofa, marveling at Xu Xiangbei’s formidable inner strength.
Xu Xiangbei’s eyes were half open, half closed, the mantra for the third needle of the inverse-heaven eight needles quickly flashing through his mind, his hands condensed to needles with inner force, stabbed into Calia’s Dantian like lightning, and continued upward to the brow.
His movents were like a flowing stream in a high mountain, completed in one go, without any hesitation or slowness.
After the entire action was completed, Xu Xiangbei also plopped onto the sofa, exhaustedly picking up a large glass of water from the coffee table, gulping it down.
"Gosh, that was exhausting, this old guy, almost all his ridians were destroyed, reconstructing them this ti and charging him ten million is absolutely not too much."
Mr. Calia also opened his eyes slowly, initially, there was an unusual fear, then it gradually eased, finally replaced with extraordinary excitent.
He wiped the sweat off his forehead, feeling a refreshing exhilaration like after exercising.
He stood up from the sofa, amazed at the mirror on the wall, feeling like a rebirth, completely transford.
He walked gently towards the mirror, and even his slightly atrophied left leg no longer hurt, and the back pain that plagued him for years was also gone.
The reflection in the mirror was radiant, although still skeletal looking, he felt a vitality emanating from his bones, like a winter fire lting his stiff, cold body.
His heart was filled with joy, laughing heartily at the mirror, his smile seed reborn from the womb, a natural smile after rebirth, pure and detached from worldly dust.
He tidied his patient’s gown, quickly made a decision, and calmly walked into the inner bedroom, closing the door behind him.
When he erged from the bedroom again, he had changed into a blue Versace coat, wearing a black wide-brimd hat, the high collar making his already gaunt face even more austere.
He strode towards Xu Xiangbei, removing his hat humbly, bowed deeply to Xu Xiangbei, "Thank you, Dr. Xu, I’m really sorry for having doubted you before. If you don’t mind, the fee for this treatnt will be thirty million, if it seems too little, feel free to raise the price, even if Dr. Xu wants three hundred million, I’m willing to pay."
Xu Xiangbei knew Calia was a wealthy man, but didn’t expect he would offer thirty million, or even be willing to pay three hundred million.
Hearing he was willing to pay three hundred million, Xu Xiangbei almost burst into laughter, but he wasn’t a greedy person, hastily waved his hand, "How could I charge you three hundred million, thirty million is already too much, ten million is enough."
Calia’s amber eyes no longer clouded, but beca as pure and profound as the night.
He smiled faintly, a tone that couldn’t be refused, "Since Dr. Xu has agreed, then thirty million it is, I’ll have my people transfer the money to you today."
Xu Xiangbei couldn’t help but smile wryly, this Calia truly wasn’t an ordinary person, in front of him, he felt an unprecedented pressure.
This pressure was like facing a mysterious ancient martial artist.
Xu Xiangbei could only agree, "Okay, then I’ll accept the money."
Calia opened the hospital room door, not paying attention to Dean Sun, Director Zhou, or anyone else, brushing past them and striding out of the room, his subordinate, the big fatty, quickly followed.
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