Capítulo 1854: Chapter 1466: Farewell, Little Mister!
Elder Ge Tianqing really went all out, clashing with Bai Xiaosheng head-on, and actually declared in public that if Bai Xiaosheng could awaken Patriarch Dong right now, he would concede defeat, and in future etings, address Bai Xiaosheng as “Sir.”
This “Sir” from Ge Tianqing’s mouth was not the common modern address for n, but carried the aning of “teacher”!
Coming from soone like Ge Tianqing, an experienced traditional Chinese dicine practitioner, that title carried significant weight!
Originally about to stop Ge Tianqing, Dong Tianlu hesitated, swallowing back the words that were on the tip of his tongue.
Dong Tianxiu, Mo Ziyue, and Sima Guoying were also shocked speechless by the weight of Ge Tianqing’s words.
Even Old Madam Dong was visibly taken aback.
At this point, Elder Ge was all in, and since Bai Xiaosheng did not imdiately oppose, the wager was set, unchangeable by anyone.
“There’s no need for such exaggeration. Mr. Ge, you are a senior; how can I, a junior, accept such an agreent?” Bai Xiaosheng still spoke politely.
“If you’re afraid and can’t do it, then humbly admit defeat and confess that you were just spouting nonsense earlier! Spouting nonsense!” Ge Tianqing retorted aggressively, refusing to relent.
Bai Xiaosheng, understanding and respectful of elders, nonetheless had his limits. He smiled and tacitly accepted Ge Tianqing’s wager, then turned directly and pushed open the door to the ward.
This ti, Ge Tianqing allowed no one to interfere, following Bai Xiaosheng inside.
Old Madam Dong, Dong Tianlu’s siblings, Mo Ziyue, and Sima Guoying followed closely behind.
They were all curious.
Could Bai Xiaosheng do it, and how would he attempt it?
“Mr. Ge, please lend your ‘Nine Needles’.” Bai Xiaosheng spoke to Ge Tianqing upon reaching the bedside.
To the average person, the tools used in traditional Chinese acupuncture just look like slender silver needles.
That assumption is incorrect; what most people see are “filiform needles.”
There are nine types of needles used in traditional Chinese acupuncture, academically referred to as “Nine Needles”: Lancet Needle, Round Needle, Spoon Needle, Sharp Needle, Sword Needle, Large Needle, filiform needle, Long Needle, and Big Needle. Each corresponds to over 360 acupoints on the human body.
These needles vary in length, thickness, shape, and bluntness; the corresponding acupoints and techniques are ticulously planned, representing the culmination of Huaxia’s five-thousand-year-old dical wisdom, which healed countless individuals before Western dicine ca to Huaxia.
When Bai Xiaosheng requested to borrow his “Nine Needles,” Ge Tianqing squinted his eyes disapprovingly, “That’s against the rules. As a doctor, did you not even bring your own needles?”
Elder Ge’s tone was disparaging.
“At that mont, I was outside. Upon hearing about Sir Dong’s condition, I rushed here with Old Mo and didn’t have ti to fetch them.” Bai Xiaosheng calmly and blatantly lied.
Dong Tianlu regarded Bai Xiaosheng suspiciously.
Not doubting Bai Xiaosheng’s capabilities, but doubting his words because Dong Tianlu knew Bai Xiaosheng’s true identity and purpose in coming to Tianhu.
How could he have brought traditional Chinese dicine tools with him?
However, Dong Tianlu kept silent.
She decided to listen to whatever Bai Xiaosheng said; speaking out would only cause trouble with Elder Ge.
Besides, these minor details were not of any significant importance.
“In that case, I’ll make an exception just this once and lend them to you.” Elder Ge didn’t want to wait for Bai Xiaosheng to send soone to fetch his needles.
“Hold on a mont!” Elder Ge said, leaving the room, as his tools were outside in the living room.
A short while later, Elder Ge returned, holding a small red wooden box, showing signs of age from the exterior patina.
Elder Ge placed the dical box on the ground, took out a case containing the “Nine Needles,” and handed it to Bai Xiaosheng.
Bai Xiaosheng accepted it with both hands.
This gesture slightly softened Elder Ge’s expression.
At least, this young man knew so rules!
Others who saw this small detail, especially those who knew his background, couldn’t help but silently praise him.
Courtesy and upbringing are universally appreciated across boundaries and classes.
Bai Xiaosheng opened the case and saw that Ge Tianqing’s “Nine Needles” were crafted with exceptional skill, using varied materials, and silently praised them as well.
Truly worthy of a master of Chinese dicine, even the tools used are extraordinary!
“Young man, do you need to leave while you perform the acupuncture?” Ge Tianqing, having developed so favor due to Bai Xiaosheng’s earlier actions, couldn’t help but ask out of professional habit.
Not just in Chinese dicine, all doctors generally dislike being disturbed during treatnt. Additionally, traditional Chinese thods may involve secrets not to be disclosed to others.
Originally, Bai Xiaosheng hadn’t considered it, but upon hearing Ge Tianqing’s question, he paused, looking at him with a smile.
“Why are you looking at like that?” Ge Tianqing couldn’t resist asking with a frown.
“Since Elder Ge ntioned it, please turn your back, it won’t take long.” Bai Xiaosheng replied kindly.
Nearby, Mo Ziyue and Sima Guoying couldn’t help but speak together, “Then what about us…”
“You two don’t need to, as you’re practitioners of Western dicine,” Bai Xiaosheng said with a smile, “Nor do the others need to.”
After hearing this, Ge Tianqing felt vexed – he was the only one who couldn’t watch.
“Hmph.” Elder Ge snorted coldly and turned his back.
“Young man, the rules must be adhered to, and not an inch will I transgress. You can rest assured with the treatnt, I won’t take a single peek,” he declared with dignity.
With hands clasped behind him, holding his head high, his voice maintained composure, albeit not loud enough to make his presence strongly felt in this setting, yet imparting a masterful aura to his words.
“Young man, are you aware of how many types of needle insertion techniques, manipulation thods, and tonifying and sedating thods I have mastered? I could terrify you by just naming them!”
“Even modern thods like electroacupuncture, electro-thermal needle techniques, and microwave needling, I’m well-versed in! Don’t assu I’m a relic from the past!”
“Your couple of thods may not impress at all! You can go ahead and exhibit whatever skills you’ve got, but I must preemptively caution you, Patriarch Dong is expected to awaken in half an hour. Prolonged treatnt is unacceptable…”
Ge Tianqing’s speech was abruptly interrupted; he heard no response from the person behind, causing a frown, preparing to speak again.
At that mont, he suddenly heard a gasp of air, similar to soone recovering from near-drowning, taking a sudden breath.
Afterward, exclamations of surprise erupted from all around.
“He’s awake!”
“Old man!”
“Father!”
“Sir Dong!”
The voices varied but were filled with profound astonishnt.
Ge Tianqing was stunned.
He turned back in bewildernt to find Patriarch Dong sitting up, taking deep breaths.
Bai Xiaosheng gently massaged a point at the back of his head, softly saying, “Take it slowly, deep inhales, and slow exhales. Yes, just like that! Does the pain feel slightly alleviated?”
Ge Tianqing stood there, mouth agape, eyes wide, finding it almost unbelievable to witness this with his own eyes.
From the mont he turned his back to Patriarch Dong waking up, was it even five minutes?
Sothing he couldn’t achieve even with his extensive knowledge in nurous acupuncture techniques – how did that young man manage to do it?!
Ge Tianqing felt his mind buzzing, a chaotic storm of thoughts.
Fortunately, everyone was preoccupied with tending to Patriarch Dong, and no one paid attention to him.
With Bai Xiaosheng’s help, Patriarch Dong was breathing evenly, and his complexion was visibly improving.
Bai Xiaosheng then made way for Dong Tianxiu, and walked over to return the needle case to Ge Tianqing with both hands, smiling, “You are a learned senior; what I did just now was rely a minor skill, the wager was just a joke – please don’t take it seriously!”
Ge Tianqing said nothing, collected the needle case, picked up the dical box, and turned to leave, muttering softly –
“Sir… see you again!”
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