93: Chapter 93: The Return of the Seven Killings 93: Chapter 93: The Return of the Seven Killings Number 3 lay in the hospital bed, feeling Qin Han’s anger.
Gazing at Qin Han, he solemnly said, “Mr.
Qin, I know you are no ordinary person, but we are not yet powerful enough to fight them.”
Qin Han smiled slightly, helped Number 3 sit up on the bed with his back to him, and said, “Let’s treat your injuries first!”
“Watch closely!” Qin Han said, then he took a needle pouch off his body, extracted a Golden Needle, and began to administer acupuncture to Number 3.
“Most of Number 3’s injuries are internal, with no external wounds.
Western medicine is powerless because they do not understand the pathways of the human meridians.”
As he spoke, Qin Han inserted a Golden Needle into a major acupoint on Number 3’s governor vessel on his back.
Watching Qin Han’s acupuncture technique and the precision of the acupoints, Pu Zhengying couldn’t help but exclaim:
“Celestial Phecda Needle!”
Could it be that Qin Han also knew the Yin Yang Seven Star Needle?
“Since Number 3 was injured by a Martial Artist, and his internal organs damaged by the aggressor’s Inner Strength, the Yin Yang Seven Star Needle is particularly suited for this condition,” Qin Han said without paying attention to Pu Zhengying, as he continued to insert another needle into Number 3’s governor vessel.
“What you understand is merely the form of the Yin Yang Seven Star Needle, but you do not grasp its essence!”
As he spoke, Qin Han inserted another needle.
Although the acupoint was the same as the Yin Yang Seven Star Needle, his technique was more exquisite.
“Is this the Celestial Phecda Needle?”
Pu Zhengying asked, somewhat uncertainly.
Qin Han did not reply but quickly inserted the remaining four needles into the acupoints on Number 3’s back.
With each insertion, Pu Zhengying called out the name of the needle technique like announcing the names of dishes.
“Jade Scales Needle!”
“Shaking Light Needle!”
With the Seven Needles sealed, Number 3’s whole body shuddered, his mouth tasted sweet, and he vomited a mouthful of fresh blood again.
The observant doctor noticed, though, that unlike before, the blood that Number 3 now spat out was not black but a dark red, which was the color normal blood should be.
Today I will grant you another transformation!” Qin Han said, drawing another Golden Needle from his pouch and directing it toward the intersection of the governor and conception vessels on Number 3.
A loud shout came from Qin Han’s mouth:
“All stars gather, Seven Killers return to their places!”
When the eighth needle pierced the acupoint, Number 3’s eyes, previously tightly shut, suddenly opened wide, and he clenched his fists as though enduring immense pain.
Qin Han pointed at Number 3’s forehead and shouted, “Golden Sound!”
Instantly, the eight Golden Needles vibrated strangely on Number 3’s body, emitting a “humming” sound.
Pu Zhengying and Liu Jianbang stared unblinkingly at every step Qin Han took, not even blinking, fearing they would miss an important detail.
Everyone else in the observation room was also staring dumbfounded at the scene before them, especially the doctor who had initially blocked Qin Han from entering, as everything happening here completely overturned his understanding of medicine.
He was not unfamiliar with Traditional Chinese Medicine, but those practices only regulated the body and could not cure diseases.
Having a heart set on healing people, he had given up a high score and a chance at Jingshi University to choose this hospital instead.
And now, a voice in his head kept ringing, questioning whether his initial choice of Western medicine was a mistake.
Qin Han’s movements were not slow but rather swift, as he slapped a palm towards Number 3’s back and firmly placed his hand into the ‘ladle’-like pattern resembling the Big Dipper.
“Number 3, follow the path of my True Qi and feel it carefully!”
As Qin Han’s palm rested on Number 3’s back, wisps of warmth emerged from the Baihui acupoint on the top of Number 3’s head…
After a moment, seeing that Number 3 had completely memorized the route he was guiding, Qin Han quietly let go of his hand and stood with his arms behind his back, a smile on his face as he watched Number 3.
Suddenly, Number 3 opened his eyes.
Xiao Feng, who was standing opposite Number 3, clearly saw a flash of sharpness in Number 3’s eyes, followed by a series of crackling sounds from his body.
Xiao Feng blurted out a curse!
Qin Han laughed and collected the Golden Needles from Number 3’s body, indicating him to lie down.
“When you’re discharged from the hospital, I’ll prepare some medicinal pills for you.
Soon, you’ll become an Innate Martial Artist.
You have plenty of attack techniques; I only taught you a few.
In the future, you’ll be able to look down upon ordinary martial artists.”
Before Number 3 could speak, Xiao Feng cursed again.
Qin Han glanced at Xiao Feng, amused, and asked, “What’s wrong?”
Xiao Feng walked up to Number 3, saying earnestly, “Do you know how long it took me to become an Innate Martial Artist?”
A whole ten years!” While saying this, he waved all ten fingers in front of Number 3.
“You, my boy, in one night, to be exact, in less than an hour, became an Innate Martial Artist.
Where’s the justice in that for me?”
Xiao Feng looked deeply aggrieved while Number 3 turned to look at Qin Han, expressing his gratitude, “Mr.
Qin’s kindness, Number 3 truly has no way to repay it!”
From the moment you entered Qin Medical Hall, you’ve been my friend, Qin Han.
Besides, you were injured tonight while saving Yu Wei.
I should be thanking you.
But we are friends — no need for such formalities,” Qin Han said with a smile.
Number 3 was so moved that he couldn’t speak; he just kept nodding his head.
“You could say it was a blessing in disguise!” Xiao Feng said to Number 3, laughing, then half-jokingly added, “When Mrs.
Qin is in danger next time, let me know so I can go.
I wouldn’t do anything; just let them beat me, so Mr.
Qin could give me a few needles too.”
Qin Han shook his head and laughed, “When you’re at the clinic, you always seem so cool next to Mr.
How come you’re being so nonsensical today?”
Xiao Feng grinned and replied, “You have to be more composed around the boss, right?”
Helplessly, Qin Han shook his head, then turned to look at Pu Zhengying and Liu Jianbang, his expression becoming light and breezy again.
“Did you understand what just happened?”
“Understood!” Both said in unison.
Pu Zhengying was so excited that he knelt before Qin Han and bowed deeply, “In Longguo, there’s a saying, ‘a teacher for a day is a father for life.’ Please, accept my bow, Teacher!”
Liu Jianbang was taken aback, cursing inwardly, “This Korean guy is so cunning, stealing the lead like that!”
Thinking this, he too started to kneel, but dealing with one Pu Zhengying was headache enough — Qin Han wasn’t about to let Liu Jianbang make a similar display, and quickly pulled him back up.
“I just didn’t want the Yin Yang Seven Star Needle technique to be lost, no need for such formality!”
Although Number 3 was out of life-threatening danger and had fortunately become an Innate Martial Artist due to the situation, he was still seriously injured and needed rest and recuperation.
The group immediately left the observation room and headed to the hospital corridor.
Seeing Qin Han coming out, Song Yuwei and Xiang Xiao quickly got up.
Song Yuwei was about to ask, but Xiang Xiao got there first, “Brother Qin, how is Number 3 now?”
Seeing the look of surprise on Song Yuwei’s face, Xiang Xiao’s cheeks flushed red.