Liao Ping wanted to turn around and leave, but he couldn’t bear to miss watching Lin Tian’s acupuncture. Such advanced acupuncture skills would be greatly beneficial to his own improvent. Opportunities like this might not co more than once in a lifeti; missing it would be a lifelong regret.
After so thought, Liao Ping decided not to leave. After all, offending them was already a fact; he might as well stay and watch. He was overthinking it since no one had ti to despise him now. The other doctors were fully focused on watching Lin Tian’s acupuncture.
However, Lin Tian’s acupuncture was brief. He only treated the Fengchi Acupoint and Bai Hui acupoint to regulate the qi and blood energy within the old master’s body. After smoothing them out, he then pricked the Ren Zhong acupoint, and the old master gradually woke up.
"Fu Xin, how is Mr. Yun?" The first thing the old master did upon waking was to inquire about Mr. Yun’s condition.
"Master, I’m fine, thanks to you. I feel much better." Mr. Yun answered on behalf of the old master.
"It’s just a pity I still haven’t been able to completely heal Mr. Yun. After all, I’m not a living Buddha; my Buddhist teachings aren’t profound enough." The old master sighed.
"Mage, you’ve already done very well. Today, only you were able to suppress the old man’s injuries," Lin Tian admired.
The old master turned to Lin Tian and said, "Master Lin, it was you who saved ?"
"I just didn’t want Fu Xin to be without a master," Lin Tian calmly replied. He didn’t have the noble idea of saving a life being greater than building a seven-tier pagoda; Lin Tian never claid to be lofty, only acted according to his inner thoughts.
"Regardless, thank you, Master Lin, for your intervention. It’s just a pity that Mr. Yun’s injuries are likely unavoidable," the old master earnestly said.
"Mage, there’s no need to worry. What is ant to co will co, and what is not ant to co cannot be forced. The old man’s injuries, fate will decide," Lin Tian comforted.
"Master Lin is truly magnanimous. To have such a mindset at such a young age is truly rare," the old master praised.
"The Mage is internally injured; I think it’s best for you to go back and rest," Lin Tian did not mind his complints and turned to Fu Xin, saying, "Fu Xin, help your master go down; a few days of rest and breath control will be fine."
"Thank you, Brother Lin. I will definitely chant sutras and pray for you every day," Fu Xin sincerely said, then helped the old master out of Yunhe Hall, where the Yun Family mbers were prepared to assist.
Once the old master left, Mr. Yun said to everyone, "Everyone has spent most of the day and worked hard. Why don’t we just disperse? The Yun Family will rember today’s help."
Although this group of doctors hadn’t done anything useful, so pleasantries still needed to be said. Those who were self-aware felt sowhat embarrassed, shaking their heads continuously.
However, when the well-known doctors heard Mr. Yun’s words, they all remained in the hall, with no intention of leaving. Each hesitated as if they had sothing to say.
"Is there anything else, everyone?" Yun Haoyu politely asked.
The renowned doctors looked at each other and finally their gaze fell on Du Zhong, apparently choosing him as their representative to speak for everyone.
Du Zhong, originally a rather straightforward man, felt a bit embarrassed at this mont. He didn’t respond to Yun Haoyu but instead addressed Lin Tian, "Mr. Lin, we all have an awkward request. Could you perform acupuncture on Mr. Yun here in the hall? Let’s see if you can cure the old man’s injuries."
Upon hearing Du Zhong’s request, Lin Tian finally understood why this group of renowned doctors felt embarrassed. They wanted him to perform acupuncture on Mr. Yun in public; they rely wished to see the Nine Needle Technique once more.
This kind of acupuncture skill was sothing they had neither heard nor seen before. Although they couldn’t understand it, everyone had a foundation in acupuncture. Observing the Nine Needle Technique would greatly inspire them and subsequently enhance their own acupuncture skills.
But since it was advanced acupuncture, it was certainly a secret legacy. To witness soone else’s secret legacy skills, the famous doctors naturally felt embarrassed, yet couldn’t withstand the allure of the Nine Needle Technique, so they were in a difficult position.
"Honorable masters, I’m not being stingy. The fact is, I have no confidence in treating the old man’s injuries, truly too embarrassed to show off my novice skills," Lin Tian clearly refused.
Everyone’s hopeful expressions instantly turned into disappointnt. Liu Weiyuan jealously puckered his lips and muttered under his breath, "Hmph, if you don’t want outsiders to see, just say so, no need to wrap it up so grandiosely."
Others couldn’t hear his mutterings, but Lin Tian heard them clearly, though he chose to ignore him.
Lin Tian considered for a mont and said, "Everyone, how about this? If there’s another opportunity for us to gather, I’ll share everything without reserve with you. This isn’t really the place for such exchange."
With Lin Tian’s assurance, everyone’s disappointnt turned into happiness. Although they couldn’t imdiately witness Lin Tian’s marvelous acupuncture skills, at least they had sothing to look forward to.
"Since that’s the case, I’ll take my leave first. I look forward to eting Mr. Lin next ti," one doctor said first. Once soone started, the doctors gradually bid farewell to Lin Tian and the mbers of the Yun Family and returned to their respective residences. Before long, all the famous doctors were gone.
At this ti, besides the outsider Lin Tian, there were still Zi Yan and her apprentice in the main hall, and of course, the lingering Li Wenrong.
Lin Tian glanced at him and said lightly with a smile, "Third Young Master Li, are you still not leaving? Could it be that you want to compensate you for the Hundred-Year-Old Ginseng? But I can tell you clearly, I have no money. If you want it back, you can go to my ho to get it; I truly have a basket of century-old wild ginseng, I’m not lying to you."
"Oh, right, you know where I live, in the Xiao Family of Xikou City, I suppose you recognize the way?" Lin Tian seriously added.
Zi Yan couldn’t help but smile upon hearing Lin Tian’s rather shaless words, and there was a "puff" of laughter from the back hall. Although this laugh was brief, Lin Tian recognized its owner as Wang Wanxi. Unexpectedly, the mistress of the Yun Family had been observing the whole process from the back hall the entire ti.
Li Wenrong’s face twitched; right now, he really wanted to go up and pinch Lin Tian, then kick him into the Pacific Ocean, out of sight, out of mind.
Even though Lin Tian spoke like that, how could Li Wenrong lower his pride to ask for the Hundred-Year-Old Ginseng back? If word got out, where would he, the Third Young Master of the Li Family, put his face?
But it was the Hundred-Year-Old Ginseng! Li Wenrong thought about it and felt discontent, though he could only swallow his bitter loss.
"Old man, Uncle Yun, Wenrong has other matters and will take my leave," Li Wenrong, too angered to speak with Lin Tian, directly bid farewell to Mr. Yun.
"The Yun Family is quite busy recently, so I’m not keeping you. Farewell, nephew," Yun Haoyu said a polite phrase, without the intention of hosting a guest. The Yun and the Li Families naturally competed against one another, thereby anything beyond appearances was considered restraint.
Li Wenrong initially wanted to wait for Yun Haoyu to say a polite guest retainer phrase, then he himself would stay naturally, but to his surprise, Yun Haoyu said no words of guest retainer at all. Now, his pride was entirely compromised, and he took his entourage and left the hall.
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