Chapter 82: Heaven's Mandate Reversal Yang Needle!

Jiang Feng was just about to step over the threshold of the Rescue Room when Brian suddenly charged at him like a madman.

His eyes were full of anger, and he roared.

"You can't go in! Mr. Huo Lao is already clinically dead! If you go in now, you'll only be tormenting the old man's body; there's no point!"

He deliberately raised his voice, his gaze sweeping over the surrounding medical staff as if seeking their approval.

"I suspect you have ulterior motives! The Huo Family is now grieving ten thousandfold, and you want to use the pretext of saving a life to gain fame! Such behavior is a desecration of the departed!"

Smith also hurried forward, standing beside Brian and echoing.

"Medicine is a rigorous science, not a Jianghu Sorcerer's trick!"

"The dead cannot be revived; that is the natural law! Unless you are a deity…"

The surrounding medical staff began whispering among themselves.

"Both experts are right; after clinical death the brain quickly suffers hypoxic necrosis, there's simply no cure…"

"That youngster is too impulsive; probably wants to become famous amid the chaos!"

Jiang Feng slowly turned around, his expression utterly calm.

"What you cannot do does not mean others cannot either. The boundaries of medicine have never been defined by your knowledge."

"You!"

Brian's face flushed red from being choked, his expression grew even angrier.

"I am a Special Appointed Expert from the Swiss Royal Medical Academy, a world‑renowned surgeon; on what grounds do you question my knowledge?"

But at that moment Huo Dongchen suddenly rushed forward, pushing Brian aside with one hand.

The force was so great that Brian staggered back several steps, crashing into the wall with a dull thud.

Huo Dongchen had been immersed in grief over his father's death.

Seeing these two incompetent doctors still dare to block the only hope, the pent‑up anger exploded instantly, his eyes reddened like a beast's.

He stepped forward, grabbed Brian's collar with his left hand, and slapped him directly across the face.

Brian's gold‑rimmed glasses flew off, and his cheek swelled red instantly.

"You motherfucker, shut up!"

Huo Dongchen's roar made people's ears ache; he pointed at Brian's nose, his voice full of ferocity.

"If it weren't for you insisting on transferring hospitals, saying it's absolutely safe, would my father have gotten into trouble? Now you still have the nerve to block Mr. Jiang from saving lives? What kind of scum are you!"

Smith was also frightened by Huo Dongchen's madness at that moment and shrank back.

Huo Dongchen didn't spare him either, turning and delivering a slap to his face.

Smith staggered, fell to the ground, a trickle of blood spilling from the corner of his mouth.

"And you! Don't try to lecture me about medical laws! Whoever dares to block Mr. Jiang today is an enemy of the Huo Family!"

Huo Dongchen gasped heavily, his gaze sweeping over the surrounding medical staff.

"I, Huo Dongchen, am putting this out here: anyone who says another useless word will pay the price. Not Die Not Rest!"

The corridor fell into dead silence; even a needle dropping to the ground could be heard.

The medical staff who had been discussing just now quickly lowered their heads; no one dared speak again.

The Huo Family's influence in Jiangnan runs deep.

If you truly offend the two Huo brothers, their futures are truly gone.

Brian covered his face, both angry and scared, yet dared not retort.

And Smith at this moment also covered his swollen cheek, lacking the courage even to stand.

Huo Dongting stepped forward, patted his younger brother's shoulder, signaling him to calm down.

Then his gaze seriously turned to Jiang Feng.

"Mr. Jiang, previously it was our Huo Family that was short‑sighted, doubting your medical skill, which led to this grave mistake."

"Now I, Huo, ask for nothing else but that you give it your all. Whatever the outcome, the Huo Family owes you a tremendous debt; in the future, any request you have, the Huo Family will go through fire and water without hesitation!"

Jiang Feng looked at the blood‑shot eyes and sincerity in Huo Dongting's gaze, and nodded lightly.

"Rest assured, I will do my utmost to rescue Huo Lao."

Having said that, without further delay, he turned and entered the Rescue Room.

Lu Shanqing and Sun Boyong hurriedly followed, closing the Rescue Room door behind them.

Jiang Feng walked to the bedside, bent over to carefully observe Huo Lao's complexion.

His lips were bluish‑purple, his face ashen, a typical symptom of breath cessation caused by brainstem hemorrhage.

He extended his right hand, three fingers gently resting on Huo Lao's wrist.

Lu Shanqing and Sun Boyong stood nearby, holding their breath, eyes fixed on Jiang Feng's movements.

They knew Jiang Feng's medical skill was superb, but this was still a patient declared dead; trying to bring him back from death sounded like a fairy tale.

After half a minute, Jiang Feng withdrew his hand, his brows slightly furrowed.

"The heart pulse is cut off; the chain reaction from brainstem hemorrhage has weakened the breath to the point of almost undetectable… Conventional acupuncture and prescriptions are useless; we can only try the Heaven's Mandate Reversal Yang Needle."

"Heaven's Mandate Reversal Yang Needle?"

Lu Shanqing and Sun Boyong both gasped in shock, their faces full of astonishment.

Lu Shanqing asked in a trembling voice.

"Mr. Jiang, are you referring to… the reverse‑yang needle recorded in the ancient texts that can overturn destiny? Isn't that a legendary needle technique? Does such a thing really exist in this world?"

Sun Boyong also nodded, his eyes filled with disbelief.

"Yes! I have seen it recorded in the medical classics."

"Legend says the Heaven's Mandate Reversal Yang Needle must precisely strike twelve of the seventy‑two deadly points in the human body, and must be combined with a special qi‑manipulating technique; a slight mistake will damage the corpse! Yet throughout the ages, no one has ever truly mastered this needle art!"

"Mr. Jiang, you're not joking with us, are you?"

When those words were spoken, Jiang Feng smiled faintly.

"Further talk is useless; I can show the two of you a demonstration."

Then Jiang Feng extended his right hand toward Lu Shanqing.

"Old Lu, the silver needles you carry, let me use them for a moment."

Lu Shanqing was startled, and quickly pulled a small, exquisite Purple Sandalwood Needle Case from his pouch.

It is a treasured heirloom passed down in his family.

Inside were twelve pure silver needles about an inch long, their shafts smooth and tips sharp.

Lu Shanqing rarely uses them; he only takes them out when treating critically ill patients.

But just as he was about to open the case and hand the silver needles to Jiang Feng, he suddenly witnessed a scene he would never forget.

A white stream of Qi suddenly rose in Jiang Feng's palm.

The Qi stream seemed alive, flying toward the needle case in Lu Shanqing's pouch.

"Swoosh swoosh swoosh!"

Before Lu Shanqing could react, the twelve silver needles in the case flew straight out.

They then settled steadily in Jiang Feng's palm, each standing upright as if held by an invisible force!

Sun Boyong stood nearby, his eyes widened in amazement.

He couldn't help exclaiming, "This… this is Qi‑Control Needle!"

"Oh my! Isn't that the legendary ultimate skill that only a Medical Daoist Grandmaster can master? Mr. Jiang, you… you actually can use the Qi‑Control Needle?"

Lu Shanqing was also stunned; the empty needle case in his hand clanged to the ground.

But he seemed oblivious, merely staring wide‑eyed at the upright silver needles in Jiang Feng's palm.

Qi‑Control Needle!

Isn't that something only a cultivator, not just a doctor, can achieve?

According to legend, only a Medical Daoist Master capable of Internal Qi Outward Release can accomplish it.

Jiang Feng, a young man, has already reached this Realm!

This is simply too incredible.

Yet Jiang Feng at this moment had no time for their astonishment.

He turned his palm slightly, and the twelve silver needles spun in the air.

Each needle tip pointed downward, precisely targeting the twelve acupoints on Old Huo's body!

In the unseen, a mysterious force instantly spread over Huo Lao's body, which was about to become stiff.

In that instant, Sun Boyong and Lu Shanqing vaguely felt that the Huo Lao before them seemed to have come alive?