"It's 4:20 PM now. We finish at five. Let's begin."
Nong Cuiru gestured with her hand, stepped forward, and sat down beside Jiang Xinghai. She was going to watch this man without blinking!
"Granny Nong, I said thirty minutes, so it will be thirty minutes. There's no need for an extension."
Jiang Xinghai didn't appreciate the gesture. He tapped his fingers lightly on the table and looked at the twenty patients, each with a different expression. "Everyone, please form a line. One at a ti."
The first was the patient with tinnitus syndro, who had also been the first one diagnosed by Nong Cuiru.
At so point, a black cloth bundle had appeared in Jiang Xinghai's hand.
Faintly visible, dense golden threads were interwoven into the black cloth.
The bundle opened to reveal as many as a hundred silver needles of varying lengths, all shimring with a crystalline light.
"You're planning on using acupuncture?" Seeing this, Nong Cuiru nodded in understanding.
Acupuncture techniques, if mastered to the level of Great Achievent, could indeed shorten a patient's recovery ti.
However, it could only shorten the ti.
But to cure a patient in re minutes? How difficult was that?
Xue Zhong was also observing everything. When he saw Jiang Xinghai take out the silver needles, his expression grew even more solemn.
"Is… is this going to be okay? I'm not really in a hurry."
Suddenly, the patient with tinnitus syndro saw the bundle of silver needles laid out before him and felt a little intimidated.
"Young man, with Granny Nong overseeing things, you have nothing to worry about." Xue Zhong didn't reveal his own identity.
Nong Cuiru nodded. "Don't worry. This is Master Xue Zhong. Like , he is one of the ten Saint Hands of the National dical Hall. With the two of us supervising his needle technique, even if he makes a mistake, we can quickly correct it. You can rest assured."
"You're Master Xue Zhong? Yes, that's right! I saw you in a special interview on TV."
"Oh my god! This old gentleman is also one of the famous ten Saint Hands!"
"It seems Master Xue is from the Imperial City, right?"
"What a lucky day! Our little Jizhou City has actually welcod two National dical Saint Hands!"
The gazes of the patients beca fervent once more.
With Nong Cuiru right there, they were convinced that Xue Zhong was no imposter.
Besides, a few of them had seen Xue Zhong on television.
"That's right. I am Xue Zhong, from the Imperial City."
Xue Zhong had no choice but to reveal his identity. "Everyone, ti is short, so please calm down and wait for Divine Doctor Jiang to treat you, alright?"
"Okay! No problem!"
"With Master Xue and Master Nong here, we're not worried!"
"New dical God, please begin."
The man with tinnitus syndro imdiately moved closer to the table again.
'You people are really…'
Jiang Xinghai smiled wryly to himself. 'It seems a little cheering is needed to put these people at ease.'
In the blink of an eye,
Two silver needles appeared in Jiang Xinghai's hand, and he inserted one into each of the patient's temples.
As he twirled the needles, a special energy emanating from his hands began to seep into the patient's body through them.
"This needle-twirling technique…" Xue Zhong's eyes went wide.
"It looks like that long-lost…" Nong Cuiru also stared intently.
"Profound dical Nine Needles!"
The two of them spoke the four words at the sa ti.
Xue Zhong's breathing grew more and more rapid. "That's it, that's it! This twirling technique is exactly the sa as the one described in our National dical Hall's acupuncture manual, but…"
"But the pages describing the Profound dical Nine Needles were already fragnts when the National dical Hall first collected that dical text…" Nong Cuiru's face was also full of regret.
Throughout this, the two of them were speaking in hushed tones and did not draw anyone else's attention.
But in their hearts, tumultuous waves were already crashing!
Xue Zhong was now absolutely certain. Jiang Xinghai's dical skills were a miracle of nature, making him the one and only choice to be the leader of the Saint Hands!
As for Nong Cuiru, she suddenly thought of an answer that she couldn't be sure of and was unwilling to believe.
'Could it be that this Jiang Xinghai is the Divine Doctor Xue Zhong ntioned, the one who can cure her grandson's madness?'
No, no, no!
'Absolutely impossible!'
'She would rather believe that Xue Zhong was that Divine Doctor than believe it was Jiang Xinghai!'
One minute later.
Jiang Xinghai withdrew the needles. "Go rest for twenty minutes. You'll see the results for yourself. Next."
The next person was the first patient Jiang Xinghai had seen, the old man in his sixties with chronic stomach problems.
"Ma, bring out the dical bed from the Jishan Hall lobby." Jiang Xinghai looked at Ma Long, who was standing nearby.
"Right away!" Ma Long didn't hesitate and quickly brought it out.
After having the patient lie flat, Jiang Xinghai used four longer silver needles this ti.
Two minutes later, next!
Next!
Twenty-five minutes later.
All twenty patients had been treated by Jiang Xinghai with acupuncture therapy.
Throughout this process, the gazes of Xue Zhong and Nong Cuiru were practically thirsty for knowledge. Their eyes followed Jiang Xinghai's hands, afraid of missing a single detail.
But in the end, their expressions turned dim.
In just twenty-five minutes, they had not managed to learn even a shred of what they had hoped for.
"There are five minutes left. Let's wait and see."
Jiang Xinghai put away his bundle of silver needles and stuck a cigarette in the corner of his mouth.
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