Gu Xiangyi raised her head, looking at Xu Xiangbei with astonishment and some confusion.
Gu Chengjun stared at Xu Xiangbei's youthful face and coldly reprimanded, "Where did this young lad come from, making noise here! Get out, who let you in?"
"Do you believe I'll call someone to throw you out?" Gu Chenggang, not known for his temper, spoke even more crudely.
Only the specially appointed private doctor, Zhang Xuesong, turned his head to look at Xu Xiangbei, clicked his tongue, and asked, "Are you saying you can cure the old man?"
Xu Xiangbei couldn't care less about the Gu Chengjun and Gu Chenggang brothers.
Hmm!
Xu Xiangbei looked at the famous doctor Zhang Xuesong, snorting from his nose, and coldly asked, "Otherwise, can you cure the old man?"
Zhang Xuesong listened to this young man being so rude to him.
He let out a cold laugh and said, "The old man is beyond saving, do you understand? In Jiangcheng, if I say a disease can't be cured, then it can't be cured. The old man is clearly having a final burst of vitality. Do you have a way to bring him back from the dead? Daluo Golden Immortal, I don't think you have that qualification!"
As a top domestic doctor, Xu Xiangbei's doubt in his medical skills made him quite angry.
"You just said the old man wouldn't last through tonight, didn't you?" Xu Xiangbei stepped forward, shoulders squared. In this moment, he was confident and calm, like a king surveying his realm.
Zhang Xuesong nodded, affirming, "He definitely won't make it past midnight tonight."
Anyone looking at the current condition of Old Man Gu Mingchun would know he wouldn't make it past midnight.
Xu Xiangbei looked at Old Man Gu Mingchun on the bed and sneered, "How laughable, lacking in medical skill yet so stubborn, watch closely! Huaxia's medical skill has a long history; you've only grasped a superficial understanding."
With that said, Xu Xiangbei moved directly to the bed.
Looking at the old man Gu Mingchun on the bed with closed eyes and a flushed face, his eyes seemed to flicker in that instant.
Gu Chenggang and Gu Chengjun prepared to step forward to stop Xu Xiangbei, but were immediately deterred by Xu Xiangbei's presence. Gu Xiangyi watched Xu Xiangbei taking the old man's pulse, a hint of hope flickering in her eyes.
This man had created miracles at Flower Sea Villa.
Could he create another miracle this time?
Only Zhang Xuesong had a hint of cold laughter at the corner of his mouth; there's always this kind of reckless youth. At best, they are fearless like young calves, at worst, they are simple-minded idiots.
The old man is already beyond saving, anyone would know it's hopeless.
Xu Xiangbei being so rash, when the old man takes his last breath, he'll find himself facing the blame perfectly.
At the thought of such things, Zhang Xuesong's smile at the corner of his mouth grew a few degrees more intense.
But, Zhang Xuesong's smile quickly stiffened...
Only to see Xu Xiangbei, after taking the old man's pulse, wrist slightly raised. Thumb and forefinger gently pinched, as if holding a silver needle, began piercing the old man's Xuanji, Huagai, Zigong, Yutang, Tanzhong, Zhongting, Jiuwwei? and other vital points.
Xu Xiangbei's technique was extremely fast and immediately a white mist rose from the old man's body.
From afar, the white mist condensed without dispersing, looking like a star palace map.
Zhang Xuesong, having studied abroad, had been focusing on ancient Chinese medical skills.
Determined to become a domestic miracle doctor integrating Western and Chinese medicine, watching Xu Xiangbei's needle technique reminded him instantly of a record he'd once seen in a fragmented scroll.
After the time it takes for a cup of tea, Xu Xiangbei rose to stand up.
Sweat beaded his forehead, for treating the old man consumed much of his inner strength.
Luckily, the old man back home taught him a set of skills.
Aside from the ancient martial arts cultivation "The Primitive Scripture", there were many eccentric methods, including Huaxia medical skill.
Old Man Gu Mingchun was on the brink, impossible to cure instantly. But reviving him, pulling him back from Yama Hall was easy as pie.
"What are you doing? Damn it!" Gu Chengjun finally came to his senses, coldly shouting at Xu Xiangbei.
Gu Chenggang directly hollered, "Bodyguards, Uncle Nan? Get over here and throw him out for me. Gu Xiangyi, look at the kind of person you've brought!"
Just as the room grew a bit chaotic, a faint sound arose from the bed.
Cough, cough.
Old Man Gu Mingchun, who had been still with closed eyes, suddenly began to cough lightly.
The flush on the old man's face gradually receded.
Everyone immediately turned their gaze to the old man on the bed.
The old man coughed lightly, then opened his eyes and surveyed the room's occupants, finally speaking weakly, "What are you all doing, what happened?"
...
Silence.
The room instantly fell into a suffocating silence.
No one expected the old man would awaken at this moment.
Though his voice still sounded weak, the old man was noticeably much better.
An old man declared dead by the famous doctor Zhang Xuesong, and now returned from the brink?
Gu Xiangyi's eyes widened, her small mouth agape as she looked at Xu Xiangbei standing beside her, her rosy face full of astonishment.
Gu Chengjun swallowed hard, face full of disbelief.
Gu Chenggang, who had been hollering moments ago, now just shook his head repeatedly, softly muttering, "How is this possible? How is this possible?"
At this moment, Zhang Xuesong's face flushed like the red previously on the old man lying in the bed. Panting heavily, he stared at Xu Xiangbei in casual wear in front of the bed.
Like a starving man gazing at an exquisite beauty stripped bare.
"Sir, sir." Zhang Xuesong carefully raised his head, took a deep breath, his voice trembling, "Could it be, you just performed the Eight Needles Against Heaven? And was your needle technique the rarely seen method of condensing qi into needles?"
Xu Xiangbei turned his head, looking at Zhang Xuesong's careful demeanor. Shaking his head, he smiled and said, "Couldn't tell your medical skills weren't great, but at least your insight is. Yes, it's the Eight Needles Against Heaven. But I only know the first two needles. As for the method of condensing qi into needles, I've known that since I was fifteen."
Thud.
Only the Eight Needles Against Heaven could pull the old man back from Yama Hall now. Zhang Xuesong suspected after seeing Xu Xiangbei's needle technique. Seeing the old man awaken confirmed his suspicion further. Knowing it from Xu Xiangbei's own words, he couldn't hold back and knelt before Xu Xiangbei.
Kneeling devoutly.
Only someone like Zhang Xuesong, who spent half a lifetime studying medicine, could understand how mysterious the Eight Needles Against Heaven were, a legend in the history of Chinese medicine!
It's truly capable of reviving the dead and healing bones.
As for the needle condensation method, in Huaxia, only a handful of Chinese medicine sages could barely perform it.
"Miracle doctor, this is the real miracle doctor!" Zhang Xuesong looked up at Xu Xiangbei, speaking excitedly, "Miracle doctor, I was reckless just now. Your medical skills are unparalleled; it's the first time I've seen such in my life. I wonder if you have time to guide me someday?"
The sun had already set behind the mountain, the room was dim.
But Zhang Xuesong's face on his knees was shining brightly.
The air seemed to solidify at this instant, the room felt stifling.
Very suffocating.
Everyone was speechless, forgetting to breathe. Watching Zhang Xuesong knelt on the ground with a devout expression ignited waves of shock within their hearts.