In the room, a man nad Zheng, around sixty years old, was sitting on a rattan chair, one hand resting on another man’s pulse. After a long while, he slowly opened his eyes and then said.
"Just a few more doses, and after another treatnt session, it’ll be okay. In the future, watch your habits, don’t drink or smoke."
The old man calmly said as the other man, wearing a grateful expression, spoke.
"Thank you, Divine Doctor Xiong, please accept this small token of appreciation!" The man said, handing a card to the old man, feeling truly happy inside. For people who aren’t short on cash, the fear isn’t about spending money on illness, but about spending money and not being able to cure it. Money to them is just a number. The man left joyfully, feeling over the moon.
"Xiong, congratulations! You’ve conquered another dical challenge. I say, Xiong, when will you solve my dical issue? Just look at , I’m neither living nor dead. Sotis I just feel like cutting it all off to put an end to it."
The old man chuckled as the other old man casually replied,
"Old thing, the fact that I’ve kept you alive all these years is already against the rules, living or dying, ssing up my reputation."
Xiong said as he slowly got up and approached the old man, saying,
"Is this your little girlfriend? Quite good, getting yourself such a beauty."
"Cough, cough, you won’t stop ssing with , will you? If I really had a young girlfriend, you definitely wouldn’t treat anymore!"
The old man smacked his lips and said,
"This is my granddaughter, Yan Danqing. Danqing, say hello to Grandpa." The old man smiled as he spoke.
"Hello, Grandpa." Yan Danqing said sincerely, thinking to herself how extraordinary it is that this Holy Hand Bianque can talk to her grandpa like old friends.
"Haha, what a pretty kid, Yan. Looks like she takes after your wife, lucky she’s like your wife. If she were like you, she wouldn’t be so pretty."
Xiong smiled as he spoke, leaving Yan speechless, he gave a dry cough and said,
"Old thing, you’re going to be the death of , aren’t you."
"Alright, I won’t tease you anymore, let check. Hey, your injury really has stuck, because your injury from youth is a bullet wound that severely damaged the Heart ridian, causing blood clots inside. This area is too important, so I can only relieve your condition through massage. But Xiong, you need to rein in your temper, don’t get angry every day, your two sons aren’t doing too badly. The eldest has made it into the Imperial Capital, and though the second hasn’t gone into politics, he’s still quite capable. By the way, is this kid the eldest’s or the second’s?" Xiong said slowly, his voice filled with a serene air, giving the impression of speaking to himself without any emotional fluctuation.
"The eldest’s. Hey, don’t ntion my second son, today he nearly drove crazy, bad luck in the family, forget it, I don’t want to think about him anymore."
Yan rubbed his chest, looking sowhat disgruntled.
"Haha, brother, let it go, give your hand. Who knows, maybe getting a little angry could chase away all that clot in the Heart ridian, hahaha..."
Xiong said as he placed his fingers on Yan’s pulse. After a mont, Xiong’s brow furrowed, first using one finger to feel the pulse, then two, and finally placing three fingers on Yan’s pulse.
"Uh, old fellow, this isn’t getting worse, is it? Hey, I shouldn’t have gotten angry today, now I’m guessing I’ll suffer for it."
Yan felt so regret in his heart, thinking he had gotten too worked up.
"No, could it be that you’re actually better after being angry? I just felt your pulse and found that so of the clots in your Heart ridian have dispersed, old thing. Did you eat sothing special?"
Xiong felt a wave of excitent and quickly asked. Yan’s condition had always been under his care, and it was a persistent problem he couldn’t solve. He had tried many thods, but none could break up the clots, only delay them.
"You, you an I’m feeling better?" Yan felt a surge of excitent, wondering if getting angry actually made him healthier.
"Grandpa, this might have sothing to do with that big brother. Didn’t he give you acupuncture today? You seed to look much better afterward." Yan Danqing quickly spoke up. Indeed, this old man and girl were the ones unexpectedly saved by Su Xuan on the roadside today.
"Wait, what did you say? Acupuncture? Tell what happened exactly."
Xiong said with a face full of excitent. He was very curious about how acupuncture could have such an effect. He didn’t mind that others had cured what he couldn’t; he believed in learning until the end of life. Despite being regarded as a Divine Doctor, Xiong was always eager to learn without arrogance.
"Oh, it was like this. Today I went out for a walk, and I bumped into my good-for-nothing second son with a group of hangers-on. Ugh, don’t remind of it, thinking about it now, I have the urge to beat him. If I were younger or didn’t have this illness, I’d definitely give him a good beating." Xiong spoke about this matter with genuine anger.
"Uh, then what? Did you fall ill? I told you not to get worked up with your condition." Xiong said with a worried face.
"That’s right, I thought I was going to keel over right there. But at that mont a young lady used a technique similar to yours to massage and saved my life. Then a young guy stabbed a few needles into my chest, and I must say, after coughing up so blood, my body felt much lighter. Old thing, why don’t you give so acupuncture too in the future." Yan said with an excited expression.
"Acupuncture? You an he stabbed a few needles into your chest?"
At that mont, Xiong was speechless, thinking to himself, good grief, you can just randomly poke there? That’s the Heart ridian; if you miss a bit, you could kick the bucket. Xiong had considered acupuncture before, but who dared to poke there? You can’t see it; one misstep and you could end up in the grave.
"Uh, yeah, is it really that hard to poke there?" Yan felt a jolt of surprise and asked curiously.
"Nonsense, who dares to poke randomly there? One mistake and it could be fatal. No, who was it that did this acupuncture on you?"
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