Chapter 197: Perceiving Through Feeling

After hearing this, Shen Ping felt a chill run through his entire body, and for a moment, he was greatly shocked.

Recalling it now, he vaguely remembered that for the previous two nights, there had been a blurry figure watching over him, administering needles to him several times.

But he truly had not expected that the one who had administered the needles to him was the youth before his eyes.

"Truly, high skill makes for a bold heart!" Shen Ping could not help but exclaim inwardly.

He had to admit that with such potent medicine, supplemented by the technique of acupuncture, and combined with the fact that his own physical foundation was indeed able to withstand the scouring of a wave of such fierce medicine, this prescription was truly capable of saving a life in a crisis and pulling one back from the gates of hell.

It was just that this method was overly dangerous and daring, like walking a tightrope on the edge of a cliff.

He was truly amazed by the youth before him; at such a young age, he was already so deeply versed in Medical Path, and his mind was resolute and his courage extraordinary.

"Truly, Heaven has not forsaken me!" Shen Ping looked at Duan Rong and let out a long sigh, then his gaze suddenly shifted.

This method still had one hurdle; with the medicine being so fierce, how could it be easy to accurately grasp the timing to disperse the Qi at each acupuncture point?

Shen Ping judged that even he could likely only manage eight or nine tenths at most, and that would already be very good.

Shen Ping looked at Duan Rong and asked, "Using acupuncture to disperse Qi and neutralize the fierce medicinal properties is theoretically sound, but in actual practice, how is it so easy to grasp? If I were conscious, you could administer the needles based on my prompts, but I was completely unconscious—how were you able to do it?"

Duan Rong rubbed his nose and said, "I can't really explain it clearly, but I truly can do it."

Looking at Duan Rong's calm demeanor, Shen Ping's inner doubts remained undiminished; to tell the truth, if it weren't for the fact that he had indeed risen from a critical illness, he would certainly have thought Duan Rong was lying.

That Duan Rong had indeed administered the needles and saved him was an indisputable fact.

"Come, I drank old ginseng and hen soup at noon, and now the medicinal properties of the old mountain ginseng are dispersing through the meridians in my body. You give me a few needles now to disperse the Qi, let me see!"

Duan Rong sighed; he could see that Shen Ping's attitude was very stubborn, and if he didn't do it, this matter probably wouldn't be settled.

Duan Rong had no choice but to take out his Needle Pouch and sit by the bedside.

He pinched a Silver Needle in his hand, his gaze flickered, and he extended his left hand to gently press on various parts of Shen Ping's body.

Shen Ping's whole body was covered in wounds, and as Duan Rong pressed, waves of pain could not help but ripple through him... but there was no hint of blame in his gaze; instead, he stared intently at Duan Rong, very curious about his next move.

Duan Rong's pressing left hand suddenly paused at Shen Ping's chest.

And almost simultaneously, the Silver Needle in Duan Rong's right hand plunged suddenly into the spot one inch to the side of Shen Ping's left nipple.

Shen Ping's gaze suddenly brightened, and his scalp tingled. "A single needle and he struck the Qi sensation."

Duan Rong continued to press slowly and again administered a second needle. Just as precise!

Duan Rong was about to administer a third needle when Shen Ping suddenly said, "No need to continue!"

"How did you do it? The medicinal Qi is moving through the meridians; how did you know where it was gathering?" Shen Ping looked at Duan Rong and asked with a face full of disbelief.

Shen Ping could know through his own internal vision, but for Duan Rong to find the precise location just by pressing on his body was truly too inconceivable.

Duan Rong put on a blank expression and said, "Talent, perhaps. I'm not sure either. 'Perceiving through feeling,' maybe."

Duan Rong said a bunch of non-committal, vague words.

In reality, he was using Divine Sense Projection to penetrate Shen Ping's body and observe the movement of the medicinal Qi within him.

This was far more detailed and precise than what Shen Ping could "see" through his own internal vision.

Using this to place the needles, naturally, every needle hit the Qi!

As for Duan Rong gently pressing on various parts of Shen Ping's body before each needle, it was merely a smokescreen.

If he hadn't done that, his direct needle placement hitting the Qi every time would have been too shocking, and he wouldn't have even had a plausible excuse.

But even so, this almost made Shen Ping's jaw drop.

"'Per... perceiving through feeling'?" Shen Ping looked at Duan Rong for a long time as if looking at a monster.

The movement of medicinal Qi through the meridians is not a pulse; you cannot sense its condition just by pressing with your hand.

Shen Ping judged that having read all the medical books in the world, there was absolutely no such theory.

It could only be said that this was a unique skill of Duan Rong's; perhaps, just as he himself said, it was a kind of talent.

Shen Ping looked at Duan Rong, his thoughts churning; he could almost be certain that if this child had a good teacher to instruct him, his future achievements in Medical Path would surely be peerless in the world!

Perhaps he could even touch upon a realm he himself had never reached—who could say!

A raw piece of jade, a rare talent indeed!

Shen Ping said, "Your needle technique, I see traces of the Plum Blossom Needle method of the Gu Suxiu family."

Being in the same Xiangu County and both being medical practitioners, although their temperaments were different, they still had a certain understanding of each other.

Duan Rong's heart stirred, and he said, "This needle technique of mine was passed down by a reclusive eccentric of the jianghu."

Shen Ping smiled slightly and said, "You don't need to be nervous. I have no interest in the lineage of your needle technique."

Duan Rong cursed the old fox Shen Ping in his heart; he put away the Needle Pouch, looked at Shen Ping, and said, "The medicinal paste on your body needs to be changed."

Shen Ping asked, "Is this black, murky paste also left behind by Gu Suxiu?"

"Yes." Duan Rong pointed to the Porcelain Bottle on the side table.

"This medicine is no good. That old brat Gu Suxiu is fine at maintaining the status quo, but his understanding of medical principles and medicinal properties is far from enough, let alone flexibility. The medicine he concocts has limited effect and heals too slowly."

Shen Ping looked at Duan Rong and said, "Sit down, I will dictate a formula to you, and you will re-concoct the medicinal paste for me."

Duan Rong said in surprise, "Re-concoct the medicinal paste?"

"They are all common processing methods, not difficult," Shen Ping said. "As for the heat, I will be watching from the side, so there shouldn't be much of a problem."

Seeing that Shen Ping's tone and demeanor were quite confident, Duan Rong took paper and pen, sat before the side table, and recorded it according to Shen Ping's dictation.

Duan Rong looked at this medicinal paste formula and was quite surprised; not only were there many obscure medicinal ingredients in it, but there were also some things not commonly used in medicine, such as donkey hooves and pig bladders...

Although Duan Rong had devoured a Spirit Tool and already possessed the ability to identify all herbs, he truly did not know the medicinal properties of donkey hooves and pig bladders; he even suspected that this ugly old man was deliberately playing tricks on him.

"Go, gather the medicine according to the formula, and get everything prepared first."

Duan Rong rubbed his nose, gave Shen Ping a suspicious look, but still went out of the Escort Agency and gathered everything on the prescription.

After returning to Liu Lu, Duan Rong first performed preliminary processing on the items from the prescription.

Duan Rong moved the large iron pot off the kitchen stove and used blue bricks to build a simple furnace in the courtyard.

Duan Rong boiled some water in the large iron pot and threw in the cleaned pig bladders; immediately, a foul stench soared into the sky. Duan Rong was choked by the fumes, pinched his nose, and jumped away for a long time before he recovered.

Donkey hooves must be ground into powder after being charred over a fire.

There were also some medicinal herbs that needed to be decocted before being added, so Duan Rong decocted them in advance.

After completing the basic preparations, Duan Rong carried Shen Ping out from the bed in the bedroom and placed him on the Stone Table in the pavilion, which had been covered with a quilt.

The stove in the courtyard was built right next to the pavilion so that it would be convenient for Shen Ping to guide him nearby while he prepared the medicine.

(End of this chapter)