Chapter 187: The Huichun Needle Technique

Huo Siyong heard the name and felt it was familiar, thought for a moment, and suddenly his eyes lit up.

"Master, I remember! I think I heard grandpa mention this Lei Zhen!"

"It is said to be especially formidable in the Dragon Group, and its background is mysterious..."

She said, unable to help but lean close to Jiang Feng, and asked with some worry.

"Master, do you have any past quarrel with him? If he dares to cause you trouble, I'll call grandpa right now and have the Huo Family step in to help you resolve it!"

Jiang Feng shook his head.

"It's not really knowing each other; he just approached me before, wanted to buy the Prescription I had, I didn't sell it to him, so it's not a quarrel."

"Perhaps he doesn't remember me now, but it's a trivial matter; no need to trouble Huo Lao."

Huo Siyong finally let out a sigh of relief.

"That's good; if he dares to cause trouble, the Huo Family will definitely stand on your side!"

As the two were speaking, a bang sounded, the Jishi Hall's door was kicked open, and a heavy, cloying scent of blood rushed in.

Two men staggered in, both dressed in tattered black clothes, their bodies riddled with injuries, looking utterly disheveled.

Yet even so, a fierce aura still radiated from them as they stood there.

Jiang Feng raised an eyebrow; at a glance he recognized their cultivation—they were both in the Master Realm!

But at this moment their auras were chaotic, clearly severely injured, barely able to stay upright, having fled here in panic.

"Doctor! Come quickly to save the people!"

The tall man on the left rasped, shouting with an unquestionable command.

"Quickly treat our wounds with the best Medicine; if you dare to be perfunctory, I'll tear down your shabby Medical Hall!"

The short man on the right also nodded, his gaze vicious.

"The sensible ones act quickly, don't delay our healing, or I'll wipe out your whole clan!"

The two were the leader and the third brother who had luckily escaped from under Long Qianyan.

Their three brothers caused a commotion at the Dragon Group stronghold, successfully attracting Long Qianyan.

In the end the second brother died, enabling the leader and third brother to escape with severe injuries.

They also knew that appearing now was extremely dangerous, yet they had no other option.

Huo Siyong frowned, his tone displeased.

"How are you speaking? Healing and saving lives requires politeness; with that attitude, who would be willing to help you?"

"Little girl, what are you, daring to speak to us like that?"

The tall man's gaze turned cold, and the killing aura on his body instantly burst forth, pressing Huo Siyong's breath to a halt.

Jiang Feng lightly patted Huo Siyong's shoulder, signaling him to retreat, stepped forward himself, and a cold smile curled at the corner of his mouth.

"You must be the city's most wanted felons, right?"

When those words were spoken, the two men's faces changed instantly.

"Kid, you're quite clever! But in these times, clever people tend to die especially quickly!"

"Since you've recognized me, you have no chance of surviving!"

The short man spoke, then suddenly his body shifted, lunging at Jiang Feng with a palm carrying a gust of wind.

He went straight for Jiang Feng's throat, striking ruthlessly, clearly intending to kill and silence.

…

On the other side, in the Military Hospital's operating room.

Shao Jinpeng, having received Lei Zhen's order, wore a smug grin, completely ignored Director Li's obstruction, and briskly walked to the operating table.

"Director Li, stop blocking. Sir Sikong said these needles were haphazardly placed; leaving them will only cause harm. I'll pull them out now!"

As he spoke, he reached out to pull the silver needle from Lu Xiao's chest.

"This needle cannot be pulled!"

Director Li stamped his foot anxiously, but a nearby guard blocked him, preventing him from approaching.

Shao Jinpeng ignored him, pulling the silver needles one after another.

In no time, all eighteen silver needles were pulled out and casually tossed onto a nearby tray.

Sikong Tu saw the silver needles removed and nodded approvingly.

"That's proper; chaotic things shouldn't remain in a patient."

He said, pulling a set of Golden Needles from the brocade box he carried.

The needles were slender, emitting a faint Golden Light, clearly not ordinary.

"Old brother, I will now employ the Huichun Needle Technique to first restore Lu Xiao's vitality."

Sikong Tu's tone was confident.

"She herself is at the Master Realm, and once her vitality recovers, her Inner Force can accelerate healing; within three days she will surely regain consciousness!"

"Impressive! Sir Sikong truly possesses Divine skill!"

Shao Jinpeng immediately flattered, his face full of sycophancy.

"With your intervention, Group Leader Lu will surely recover quickly!"

After all, he'd long heard of the Huichun Needle Technique's reputation.

"The legend says it can revive dead flesh and white bone; treating Lu Xiao, who is already nearly recovered, is just a walk in the park, isn't it?"

Lei Zhen stood nearby, his eyes also showed anticipation.

He trusted Sikong Tu's medical skill completely, believing that with him, Lu Xiao would be safe.

Sikong Tu ignored the flattery, took a deep breath, and his expression became focused.

He pinched a Golden Needle, gave his finger a light twist, the Golden Needle steadied on his fingertip; with a wrist movement, he precisely drove it into Lu Xiao's Ying Tong point on the forehead.

Next, the second one, the third one…

Each Golden Needle landed on a key Acupoint on Lu Xiao's body; the Technique was skillful, dazzling the onlookers.

As the Golden Needles dropped one by one, something miraculous happened!

Lu Xiao's complexion now became even more rosy, and Breath grew steadier and stronger.

He seemed to be improving more and more, even a few points better than right after Jiang Feng's treatment.

Director Li watched this scene, and the tangled feelings in his heart began to fade.

It seems Sikong Sir's medical art is superior; could it be that I was too superstitious about Divine Doctor Jiang?

Shao Jinpeng was so full of Excitement that he hurried to Lei Zhen's side, flattering him.

"Group Leader Lei, look, Sikong Sir is truly impressive! Far stronger than that Jiang Feng's rough methods! Fortunately you invited Sikong Sir in time; otherwise Group Leader Lu would never have known how long Jiang Feng would have delayed him!"

Lei Zhen nodded, saying nothing.

Sikong Tu watched Lu Xiao's increasingly better condition, and felt no surprise at all; to him, this was all expected.

He has practiced medicine for over seventy years and has never missed a case; this time is no exception.

But just as he was about to insert the final Golden Needle, completing the Huichun Needle Technique, a sudden mishap occurred!

"Pfft!"

Lu Xiao suddenly spat out a mouthful of fresh blood.

Immediately, Seven Orifices seeped fine blood droplets, and his Breath instantly grew weak.

"Bad! The Patient's condition is deteriorating!"

Director Li was the first to notice the anomaly and shouted in alarm.

Shao Jinpeng's smile froze instantly, and he was completely stunned.

"W-what's happening? Wasn't it fine just now? Why is the blood suddenly flowing?"

Sikong Tu also froze, the Golden Needle in his hand hovering in midair.

He couldn't understand at all; the Huichun Needle Technique had clearly taken effect, so why did this sudden situation arise!

Lei Zhen's complexion darkened instantly, and he strode to the operating table, staring at Sikong Tu.

"Sikong Sir, what on earth is happening? How did Group Leader Lu suddenly bleed from the Seven Orifices?"

Damn it!

If something happens to Lu Xiao, how will he report back to the superiors?