Chapter 54: Qi Bo's Yin-Yang Needle

  Huang Youjing resented Wang Yu, resenting him to the bone. In his heart, he believed that Ha Dog's helper Deng Kang's death was caused by Wang Yu alone. If Wang Yu hadn't intervened, even if Deng Kang had killed the provincial governor's son, after the incident, the huge sum of money would have been transferred into Huang Youjing's hands, and at that time, he wouldn't have cared whether Deng Kang lived or died. However, Wang Yu's intervention resulted in all of Deng Kang's assets being compensated to the provincial governor's son.

  There's a saying in the jianghu, cutting off someone's financial resources is like killing their parents. This grudge can't be shared under the same sky, so Huang Youjing didn't want to share this world with Wang Yu. Today, he came to the gravesite to provoke him, but actually it was after careful consideration, mainly wanting to test Old Master Jiuxiao's bottom line. After a round of probing, Old Master Jiuxiao neither yielded nor resisted, casually standing there, yet exuding an aura of unyielding strength that brooked no invasion.

  Huang Youjing retreated and set his sights on Wang Yu, trying to test Jiu Ye's attitude. He never dreamed that Wang Yu held such a high position in Jiu Ye's heart, and provoking Wang Yu would completely anger Jiu Ye. With a word, they started fighting, without considering the consequences.

  Huang Youjing came and Huang Youjing left, taking with him pain, humiliation and anger.

  The police didn't come, but several ambulances arrived and took away the injured from both sides for treatment.

  Wang Yu drove the rented Chevrolet, following behind Jiu Ye's motorcade, into this familiar yet strange courtyard. He was worried about Jiu Ye's old injury, and since he had learned medical skills, he wanted to bring benefits to his relatives and friends around him.

  "Xiao Yu, don't worry... cough, cough... Huang Youjing is just a show-off, like a mangy dog. If he dares to mess with you, one punch will make him hurt and afraid, and he'll slink away with his tail between his legs." Jiuye sat in the faded old rattan chair, smiling and comforting Wang Yu. He was very happy that Wang Yu could come back with him today.

  Wang Yu's expression turned serious as he said: "I'm worried..."

  Huang Rong strode in with her sexy long legs, excited like a runaway mare, and rushed into the living room. She heard the words and responded: "Why worry about Little Yu's brother? Grandfather is just considering the friendship of the previous generation and doesn't want to torment him to death. If Grandfather really bears down his heart, he can bloodbath his whole family in one night."

  Wang Yu said solemnly and seriously: "I'm worried..."

  Old Nine was unhappy, slapping the table: "Xiao Yu, you haven't shed blood for years, where's your courage? Afraid of that ball, he comes openly and honestly, but if he dares to play dirty tricks, I'll chop him up with my own hands and feed him to the dogs."

  Wang Yu also got annoyed, slapping the table and standing up: "Can you let me finish speaking? I'm just worried about Grandfather's old injury. I came to treat Ninth Master's illness, when did I say I was afraid?"

  Old Master Ji coughed a few times, shouting: "Azhong, have you found the silver needles? I need one big needle and one small needle, don't get it wrong... Cough, cough."

  Huang Rong stuck out her tongue and rushed outside: "Dinner is ready soon, I just came to ask what wine you're drinking today? Now I know, same as before, 20-year-old Shaoxing Huadiao."

  Ah Chong brought in several boxes of unopened silver needles and saw Ninth Master stroking his beard, smiling and holding Wang Yu's hand, chatting about family matters, occasionally bursting into hearty laughter. Without treatment, his complexion was already better than usual.

  Ah Chong followed with a smile, busily arranging the boxes of needles and asked: "Yu Shao, take a look at these needles. Are they okay? Those kids only know how to fight and kill, let them go buy a few boxes of needles from the pharmacy and they can't even do that right. One minute they're calling to ask how long they should be, the next minute they're calling to ask what material they are made of. Compared to you, they're far inferior. By the way, when did your veterinary school start offering traditional Chinese medicine courses?

  Old Ninth waved his hand impatiently: "Don't interrupt, I'm listening to Little Feather talk about his company's affairs. It turns out that this multinational corporation is not simple at all, with more rules inside than in our Daoist sect. This kid went in and couldn't get used to it, wanting to fight this manager and beat up that director every day. Hehe, interesting, if I weren't too old, I'd also want to go in and work for a few days."

  Perhaps it was too long since they had seen each other, but this group of old people were exceptionally enthusiastic, and Wang Yu couldn't handle it. Without answering their strange questions, he quickly selected two suitable silver needles, disinfected them with alcohol, and said: "Let's get treated, acupuncture is effective quickly, now let's do the needling, maybe you can have a peaceful meal."

  On rainy days, I cough badly and eating is indeed a problem.

  It's said that as people get older, they become more like children. The Ninth Master was no exception. He took off his Tang shirt and exposed his bare back, saying: "I've seen a few Chinese doctors recently, but I don't trust their skills. Look at the scars on my body - they were so scared that their hands shook and they didn't dare to give me an injection."

  Ah Chong thought to himself, "Those doctors aren't afraid of scars, they're afraid of the dozens of henchmen who are watching them with menacing gazes, waiting for someone to make a move against Ninth Master."

  Just as Wang Yu Zheng was about to administer the injection, a loud quarrelsome voice suddenly came from outside. A man with a stiff accent shouted: "Get out of my way! I want to see Master Jiǔ. I am his private doctor James, an American renowned cardiopulmonary expert. I heard that a veterinarian is going to treat Master Jiǔ's illness? Oh God, this is crazy! I must take responsibility for my patient, and I absolutely will not allow such a thing to happen."

  Old Master Ji waved his hand helplessly and shouted: "Let Dr. James in, the Western medicine he prescribed for me is sometimes effective, but it's worse on rainy days. He was invited with a large sum of money, so I have to give him a chance."

  Wang Yu waved his hand, meaning you're welcome, he understood Jiu Ye's temperament, and would treat all the masters invited with great respect.

  Dr. James stormed in, a man in his forties with a sandy brown beard, his face red with indignation but still courteous: "Respected Ninth Master, you must take responsibility for your own body, I do not agree with you finding a veterinarian to treat you."

  As he spoke, he glared at Wang Yu with a strong warning in his eyes.

  "My body is in a terrible state, it's very painful, I need to change doctors for treatment. Moreover, he is a child I trust. Dr. James, I respect you, but you must also respect my choice." Jiǔ Yé pointed at Wáng Yǔ and said resolutely.

  "Oh, God... Since Master Ji has made up his mind... Fine. I'll just stand by and be ready to provide emergency aid at any moment. I'd like to see how this young veterinarian is going to treat you." James obviously knew Master Ji's identity and after expressing his objection, he could only calmly accept the reality.

  Wang Yu smiled and didn't explain anything to James from start to finish. Some people don't need explanations, they just need to be told the truth through facts, what real medical skills are.

  Wang Yu picked up two needles, one long needle about a foot long and the other about three inches. With the double needles in his hand, his expression suddenly became solemn and serious, as if he were possessed by a divine doctor. The left and right needles were inserted parallel into the meridians of Jiu Ye's two arms, with the small needle entering the skin and the large needle slowly inserting all the way in.

  "Oh, heavens, it's too crazy, too savage." Dr. James screamed out loud.

  Wang Yu let out a dissatisfied hum, and Ah Zhong immediately understood, rushing to warn Dr. James: "Young Master Wang is not allowed to make any noise during treatment."

  Dr. James was noncommittal, but his eyes were full of mockery; he didn't think that jabbing two metal rods into someone's arm could cure lung disease.

  Wang Yu's entire body was filled with energy, and he felt all his strength concentrated in his two hands. His fingers trembled slightly, and the two needles quivered simultaneously, emitting a low humming noise.

  The Ninth Master only felt a numbness in his arms, which then spread throughout his body, with sweat pouring out like syrup. From the needle, two energies seemed to be transmitted, one cold and one hot, passing through the lung meridian and spreading throughout the body. Then the cold half of the body turned hot, and the hot half turned cold, with yin and yang being generated and transformed.

  In just a few dozen seconds, Jiǔ Yé was like he had taken a sauna, and the seat around him was covered in a pungent sour smell of sweat.

  Wang Yu seemed to be exerting himself, with sweat already appearing on his forehead. Ah Zhong was secretly amazed and hesitated about whether or not to help Wang Yu wipe away the sweat, but then saw Wang Yu suddenly withdraw the needle, one stab to the old man's left rib, another to his right chest.

  "Oh God, what's going on? This..." Dr. James, although still not believing that this could cure the disease, was intrigued by the strange changes in Jiuye's body and couldn't explain them with his knowledge of Western medicine.

  "Cough, cough..." The Ninth Master suddenly started coughing and spat out a mouthful of black phlegm. After spitting it out, he felt refreshed and hummed with relief, as if he had lost several pounds, his face flushed with joy, breathing smoothly, and an expression of delight that couldn't be suppressed.

  Wang Yu gently pulled out two needles, disinfected them and put them back in the needle box. He was exhausted to the point of near collapse, never thinking that using Qibo's yin-yang needles would be so tiring, more exhausting than fighting a dozen big men, he sat on the rattan chair, panting heavily.

  "A Zhong asked in surprise: 'Is it cured? Isn't it too fast?'"

  Zhan Musi ran over and asked Jiuye: "How's your body feeling now? Is your arm hurting? Is there any bleeding?"

  The old man stood up with a big laugh, patting his chest and praising: "It's too magical! After the two needles were inserted, half of my body was icy cold and the other half was scorching hot, but I kept sweating nonstop. The next moment, the cold side turned hot and the hot side turned cold. Especially the two needles on my chest, suddenly, I felt like something was stuck in my chest wanting to burst out, after spitting it out, I felt refreshed and younger by several years."

  "Hurry up and take a bath, change your clothes, don't catch a cold. This is just the first acupuncture treatment, the effect will be more obvious later on. After this, we need to do it every eight days, for about ten treatments in total, before the condition can stabilize. Ninth Master's illness has been accumulating for too long, so the course of treatment will also be longer. After dinner, I'll prescribe some Chinese medicine to complement the treatment, and the effect should be even better."

  The ninth master waved his hand generously, smiled and said: "It doesn't matter, every time it's so comfortable, I'd be happy to have continuous treatment eighty times. Xiao Yu, Dr. James, you take a rest first, I'll go and come back." He went to the bathroom to wash up and change clothes.

  Jiuye obviously listened to Wang Yu's instructions and was in a hurry to take a bath and change clothes, not listening to Dr. Xiaoyu's words, what if there is a problem? As for James asking countless questions, Jiuye temporarily had no time to answer. Spending millions of dollars to hire an American doctor, eating some pungent medicine every day, getting some strange injections, sometimes feeling better, but on rainy days it gets even worse, what was Jiuye thinking, isn't this obvious?

  Dr. James in the hall was somewhat embarrassed and also somewhat unwilling, he didn't understand what method Wang Yu used to cure Ninth Master's illness.

  "Oh God, this must be the oriental quack! The recovery is only a temporary phenomenon and not a real cure for Master Ji's illness. I must expose this veterinary doctor's trick." Dr. James secretly decided.

  Ah Zhong thought for a moment and suddenly said: "Yu Shao, I also have a bit of a cough..."

  Wang Yu rolled her eyes and weakly complained, "Zhong Shu, don't make things worse. You're strong enough to kill a nine-headed cow with one punch, what illness do you have? If you really are ill, I'll risk my life to give you acupuncture."

  Just then, Dr. James rushed to Wang Yu's face and issued a challenge: "Little veterinarian, I want to compete with you in medical skills, and I will definitely expose your deceitful tricks. There are still several patients there, do you have the ability to cure them too?"

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  Back home after work for the first update, this is today's second update. Strive a bit more, should be able to rush out another chapter before 24:00...

  Dear pet owners, recommended to keep up with it...