"Grandpa, do you really believe Du Fei can save that little girl?"
Everyone not involved was ushered out of Ren Xin Tang.
Wang Zhongling stood beside Wang Qiyang and asked in a low voice. Although she also hoped the little girl would be saved, with her medical knowledge, the girl was already in a critical state. In a few more minutes, even just one or two, she would reach the end of her life. No one, no matter who, could save her.
Wang Qiyang glanced at his granddaughter. "I believe him!" His words were brief and powerful, three simple characters that conveyed his unwavering resolve.
Then, Wang Zhongling, along with the others, turned their attention to Du Fei. Under their gaze, Du Fei quickly took out his acupuncture needle bag. With a slight flick of his right hand, the bag straightened, and a row of gleaming golden needles lined up. Du Fei's hand moved, becoming a blur. When the others in Ren Xin Tang could see clearly again, Du Fei had already encircled the little girl's heart with golden needles.
"Heart-protecting needles?" Wang Qiyang couldn't help but exclaim. Although Du Fei had instructed them to remain absolutely silent while he treated the girl, Wang Qiyang was too astonished to hold back his surprise.
"Grandpa, it's just a few needles inserted near the heart. What's so surprising about that?" Wang Zhongling couldn't quite understand her grandfather's shocked expression. While Du Fei's movements were indeed agile and swift, it was just inserting a few golden needles near the girl's heart. Even if she herself knew nothing about acupuncture, it shouldn't be a difficult task.
"Girl, you don't understand. Heart-protecting needles are not as simple as you think. The acupuncture points and the force of each needle require absolute precision; not a single iota of error can be made." He continued, "Moreover, with these heart-protecting needles, the girl can live for an additional half hour, no matter how severe her illness."
As Wang Qiyang explained to his granddaughter, his eyes were fixed on Du Fei's every move, trying to commit them all to memory. Hu Weiguo, standing nearby, had his eyes wide as saucers, his neck constantly stretching forward, as if he were trying to turn into a giraffe.
Meanwhile, Du Fei's hands were also busy. This time, he used both hands, holding all the golden needles between his fingers. Taking a deep breath, Du Fei inserted the golden needles into various acupuncture points on the girl's body simultaneously.
Next, Du Fei channeled his energy into the needles. This was the most crucial moment of the girl's treatment. Even Du Fei dared not relax in the slightest. His internal true qi flowed out like a breached dam, continuously transmitted into the girl's body through the golden needles. As Du Fei's true qi entered the girl's body, her complexion gradually regained its color, and her breathing stabilized.
A few minutes later, Du Fei's legs went weak, and he stumbled backward.
"Mr. Du!" Hu Weiguo, who had been watching Du Fei intently, was the first to react. He quickly stepped forward to support Du Fei, preventing him from falling to the ground.
"Du Fei, quickly sit down and rest." Wang Qiyang personally brought over a chair for Du Fei. Du Fei's forehead was covered in sweat, and his breathing was rapid. He took a few deep breaths before saying, "The golden needles cannot be removed for now. Let me rest for a moment." With that, he closed his eyes and began circulating the Ten Thousand Manifestations Art within him to recover his true qi.
"Master, is this what you called the Nine Yin Nine Yang?" Hu Weiguo asked Wang Qiyang, looking at the eighteen golden needles on the girl. Wang Qiyang nodded, utterly stunned. The Nine Yin Nine Yang was a legendary acupuncture technique, and he never imagined that someone could still use it. Du Fei truly brought him shock after shock.
However, upon reflection, it made sense. Du Fei had previously produced the prescription for Blood-activating Meridians Powder, and now he had performed the heart-protecting needle technique and the Nine Yin Nine Yang needle technique. It seemed he was truly a chosen one, destined to carry forward the glory of Traditional Chinese Medicine. Thinking this, Wang Qiyang looked at Du Fei, who was sitting to the side, his eyes filled with anticipation.
As for Wang Zhongling beside him, she was filled with disbelief. The little girl, who had been on the verge of death moments ago, had now recovered just by Du Fei inserting a few golden needles into her body? Her complexion had returned to its rosy state, and her breathing was now as steady as any ordinary person. What was going on?
A thought suddenly flashed through Wang Zhongling's mind: could Du Fei truly be the divine physician her grandfather spoke of? The TCM treatment Du Fei had just performed completely overturned Wang Zhongling's understanding, making her cast significant doubt on the vast amount of Western medicine she had learned and its advanced nature.
"Hoo." Du Fei exhaled and stood up from the chair. He approached the girl again. Du Fei first removed the golden needles around the girl's heart, then took out the remaining eighteen needles. Finally, he placed his hands on the girl's head, his thumbs each pressing on one of her temples. True qi was channeled in again, but this time, it entered through the girl's temples.
"Alright, she should wake up soon." Du Fei withdrew his hands and said to the middle-aged woman beside him. The middle-aged woman was about to express her gratitude when the girl on the bed suddenly opened her eyes.
"Xiaoqian! Xiaoqian, you're finally awake. You almost scared your mom to death, sob sob." The middle-aged woman, forgetting to thank Du Fei, hugged her daughter, tears of emotion streaming down her face.
"Mom." Seeing her mother cry, the little girl also began to cry. The middle-aged woman wept for a good few minutes before finally stopping.
"Xiaoqian, quickly kneel down and kowtow to your savior. If it weren't for him, Mom and you would have been separated by the underworld." After saying this, she pulled the little girl, intending to kneel before Du Fei.
Du Fei quickly stopped them. "This won't do. I merely did what I should have done. Healing and saving people is what I should do."
"To you, it might have been a simple gesture, but without you, Xiaoqian would have lost her life. Therefore, our mother and daughter will remember your great kindness for the rest of our lives."
"Xiaoqian, you must remember big brother. He saved your life." Unable to kneel and kowtow to express their thanks because Du Fei had stopped them, the middle-aged woman held her daughter and had her take a good look at Du Fei's face. Although Xiaoqian was young, she was very sensible and bowed deeply to Du Fei.
"Big brother, thank you for saving Xiaoqian. I will remember this forever." Hearing the girl's words, Du Fei showed a heartfelt smile. Wang Zhongling, watching this scene, suddenly felt as if something within her heart had shattered.