The method of treating Xu Chihu’s chronic condition had already unfolded before Zhang Xiaoshan’s eyes.
He simply needed to follow the demonstration of the figurine and act accordingly.
With the previous exercises, Zhang Xiaoshan had now mastered the use of the Divine Eye, and combined with his strong medical foundation, he truly embodied the style of a Divine Doctor.
As Zhang Xiaoshan continuously inserted silver needles into Xu Chihu, the latter’s pale complexion began to show significant changes.
This was a clear indication that it was indeed effective.
"Little brother, I feel some heat inside my body, as if it’s about to boil. It’s quite uncomfortable," Xu Chihu said with a touch of panic on his face.
Zhang Xiaoshan reassured him,
"Uncle Xu, don’t worry. The circulation of blood and Qi in your body is poor, and your internal organs are severely degenerated. At this time, the cells in your body are being rapidly switched and rejuvenated. Don’t move; I will definitely give you a surprise."
Upon hearing this, Xu Chihu’s anxious expression quieted down somewhat.
After completing the acupuncture, Zhang Xiaoshan began to massage Xu Chihu’s legs using the Divine Dragon Massage Skill.
As Zhang Xiaoshan exerted his strength, Xu Chihu’s originally blackened legs began to show blood color, and faint wisps of black smoke, like vapor, evaporated from his legs.
"You were ambushed and your legs were poisoned years ago, and you didn’t get the treatment in time, which led to the disability of your legs, right?" Zhang Xiaoshan asked Xu Chihu while treating him.
Xu Chihu looked even more astonished.
Previously, Zhang Xiaoshan’s insight into his martial arts expertise had already surprised him enough, but now Zhang Xiaoshan had even discerned his situation from years ago. By now, he completely trusted Zhang Xiaoshan and thus did not conceal anything, responding openly,
"Your medical skills are extraordinary, young brother. What you said is correct. If I truly have a day where I regain my health, I must make those villains pay a price."
During this conversation, Xu Chihu, who had been weak, suddenly emitted an authoritative aura typical of a superior, resembling a tiger roaring through the mountains.
At this moment, Zhang Xiaoshan already had a suspicion that Xu Chihu must have been a prominent figure in the martial arts world.
However, since Xu Chihu himself did not take the initiative to talk about his past, Zhang Xiaoshan was also unwilling to uncover someone else’s scars.
"It’s so hot, I—I can barely stand it."
Suddenly, Xu Chihu cried out.
His body was already covered in beads of sweat.
Zhang Xiaoshan not only did not stop, but he also increased the force in his hands while slowly channeling his own Qi into Xu Chihu’s body.
After about ten minutes, Xu Chihu felt as if his legs were being viciously stabbed by sharp awls, causing him to let out a heart-wrenching scream of pain and instinctively pushing harshly against Zhang Xiaoshan, who was sitting beside the bed massaging his feet.
Zhang Xiaoshan, who was fully focused on the treatment and already weakened by the excessive use of Qi, was directly knocked to the ground.
Hearing Xu Chihu’s nearly shrieking cry, an anxious Xu Xiaomeng, who had been waiting outside, hurriedly rushed in.
Seeing Zhang Xiaoshan on the ground, she quickly helped him up.
"Brother Zhang, are you, are you all right?"
Zhang Xiaoshan, the man, had secretly been held in Xu Xiaomeng’s heart, and she was genuinely worried about him.
Zhang Xiaoshan gestured with his hand,
"I’m fine, check on your dad first."
"Dad, what happened to you?" Xu Xiaomeng asked anxiously as she looked at Xu Chihu lying on the bed.
At that moment, Xu Chihu appeared bewildered.
Feeling the changes in his body, he seemed a bit dazed. ɴᴇᴡ ɴᴏᴠᴇʟ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀs ᴀʀᴇ ᴘᴜʙʟɪsʜᴇᴅ ᴏɴ 𝔫𝔬𝔳𝔢𝔩⟡𝘧𝙞𝙧𝙚⟡𝘯𝘦𝘵