From Evil Sect Leader to Doctor-Chapter 379 - 354: Truth Is Stranger Than Fiction

Fortunately, five minutes later, Xu Chunliang sealed his Guan Chong acupoint and replaced the needle, proceeding to needle Ye Changyuan’s face, selecting Yangbai, Sibai, Quanliao, Jiache, Dicang, Yifeng, Taiyang as the main points in succession.

Secretary Zhou saw more than ten fine needles inserted into the right side of Ye Changyuan’s face, with his facial muscles twitching and spasming uncontrollably, feeling a bit of a scalp tingle. Had he been careless? If Xu Chunliang caused harm to Ye Changyuan, wouldn’t he have caused trouble with good intentions?

Ye Changyuan’s facial expressions were now completely out of control, constantly changing due to muscle contractions, with expressions of joy, anger, sorrow, and happiness flashing across his face in quick succession.

If one didn’t know the situation beforehand, they would surely be startled by Ye Changyuan’s expressions at this moment.

Xu Chunliang, unhurried, picked up a pre-prepared alcohol wipe to clean his hands, then calmly sipped the cup of tea in front of him.

Secretary Zhou whispered, "Xiaoxu, isn’t the treatment over yet?"

Xu Chunliang shook his head; the needles hadn’t been removed, so how could the treatment be finished? Seeing that Secretary Zhou was very worried, Xu Chunliang said, "The needles need to be retained for an hour."

Retaining needles refers to leaving them in the body’s tissues to achieve a certain therapeutic effect; it’s an important aspect of acupuncture treatment. "The Spiritual Pivot" records: to guard the mechanism is to know the guarding of qi, the movement of the mechanism not leaving its void is to know the emptiness and fullness of qi, the speed and slowness of needle application, the clarity and subtlety of the void’s mechanism and qi obtained by the needle, preserved intently without loss.

Needle retention varies between individuals, with those robust recommended to retain longer, while the elderly and infants should have shorter times; most importantly, the time should be determined based on different symptoms, needling times, and sensitivity to needling sensation.

Due to frequent contractions, Ye Changyuan’s facial muscles began to feel sore, approximately half an hour later, the face was so sore it was hard to endure. Coinciding with this, Xu Chunliang began to gently touch the needle ends with his fingers.

Each touch felt like a weak current spreading along his face’s meridians to his earlobe, lips, eyes, and tongue. The sensation varied entirely depending on where Xu Chunliang touched.

Secretary Zhou saw Ye Changyuan’s features dancing as if, truly unable to bear watching any longer.

At this time, the elder who had just been practicing Tai Chi came in from outside. Because Xu Chunliang was performing acupuncture on Ye Changyuan in the living room, he saw it upon entering.

Secretary Zhou stood up hastily and greeted, "Elder Ye!"

The elder nodded, motioning for him to sit down, looking with interest at the treatment scene, softly saying, "Acupuncture?"

Secretary Zhou said, "A doctor I invited from Dongzhou." 𝐟𝗿𝐞𝚎𝚠𝐞𝚋𝕟𝐨𝚟𝐞𝕝.𝕔𝕠𝚖

Xu Chunliang chuckled to himself; if Secretary Zhou knew he hadn’t even managed to obtain a medical license, he probably wouldn’t have rashly brought him here to perform acupuncture. Xu Chunliang knew Elder Ye’s status was esteemed, but during treatment, he needed to remain focused and didn’t greet Elder Ye.

Elder Ye went to his room and came out half an hour later, having just bathed and changed clothes, sitting down directly on the side to observe.

Xu Chunliang began to rotate the needle handles, and this time Ye Changyuan’s face began to twist.

After watching for a while, Elder Ye finally couldn’t help but ask, "Young man, can you fix his crooked mouth?"

Secretary Zhou felt a bit like laughing; such words only a father would dare to say.

Xu Chunliang then smiled at Elder Ye and said, "Sir, talk is cheap; wait a moment and see the results."

Secretary Zhou sighed in his heart; this young man, unable to recognize greatness, actually called him "Sir." But on second thought, ignorance is innocence, especially since Elder Ye didn’t mind in the slightest.

Elder Ye said, "His face has been needled several times, and I feel it’s getting more crooked. He’s over fifty, after all. If it’s crooked, so be it; he’s not a young lady. How pretentious."

Ye Changyuan was half laughing, half crying. His father said this in front of so many people without considering his feelings? He somewhat regretted choosing to be treated in the living room.

Xu Chunliang said, "Sir, what you said is mistaken. The body and skin are inherited from one’s parents. As children, our appearance is inherited from you, so it should be cherished. To leave it be is the greatest disrespect to our parents."

Elder Ye said, "The young man has insight!"

Xu Chunliang said, "I may not know big truths, but I understand some small ones."

Elder Ye laughed heartily, unexpectedly pouring a full cup of tea for Xu Chunliang, offering it to him, "Young man, have some tea."

Xu Chunliang nodded, wiped his hands again, and received it with both hands.

Secretary Zhou saw Xu Chunliang, neither humble nor overbearing in front of Elder Ye, speaking freely, admiring him silently in his heart. This young man truly was something; anyone else might have been nervous by now. It seemed right not telling him Elder Ye’s identity—ignorance indeed is fearlessness.

Elder Ye actually took out his phone and snapped a few pictures of Ye Changyuan’s face.

Those nearby couldn’t help but smile; they say the old are like children, and so was Elder Ye.

Ye Changyuan, with over twenty fine needles stuck in his face, couldn’t even dare speak now.

Elder Ye said, "Look at you trying to look good, looking like a porcupine."

At this time, someone came in, who upon entering, said, "Grandpa, I’m back."

Xu Chunliang found the voice familiar, and when he turned, it was Ye Qingya. He sighed inwardly, what a small world, so Ye Qingya was Elder Ye’s granddaughter. The Ye family and Qiao family were in-laws, certainly a good match.

Ye Qingya was also startled by the scene in front of her, thinking Xu Chunliang truly stopped at nothing; she hadn’t helped him get in touch with Mei Ru Xue, yet he came up with an alternative route himself.

But what she didn’t expect was that he wasn’t just skilled in calligraphy; he also practiced acupuncture, seriously needling her father.

Xu Chunliang glanced at Ye Qingya, pretending not to know her, and continued to perform acupuncture on Ye Changyuan.

Ye Changyuan transitioned from initial pain to soreness, now progressing to numbness, as if his face no longer belonged to him. He wondered in his heart, would this make my face stiff?

After disinfecting a triangular needle, Xu Chunliang selected the auricular acupoint on Ye Changyuan’s left and right ears to needle, drawing blood at a single needle insertion, wiping away the blood beads constantly oozing out with a cotton ball.

Strangely enough, as the blood beads seeped out of the auricular acupoint, the sensation on Ye Changyuan’s face gradually returned.

When the bleeding at the ear tip acupuncture point stopped, Chunliang carefully removed the needles from Ye Changyuan’s face one by one.

He soaked a towel in the prepared hot water, wrung it out, and placed the hot towel on Ye Changyuan’s face.

Ye Changyuan felt the heat continuously seeping into his face through his pores.

Chunliang had already started to pack up his tools.

Secretary Zhou asked with concern, "How is it?"

Chunliang shook his head and said, "It’s not clear yet."

Elder Ye asked, "Then when will we know?"

Ye Qingya thought to herself, could this guy be just pretending? If he really does something bad to my dad, I won’t let him off.

Chunliang said, "Mr. Ye, are you asleep?"

Ye Changyuan shook his head.

Chunliang said, "Why aren’t you speaking?"

Secretary Zhou felt a chill in his heart, hoping desperately that he hadn’t made him mute.

Ye Changyuan pointed to the towel on his face.

Chunliang laughed, "Alright, we’re finished, you can get up now."

Ye Changyuan took off the towel, let out a long breath and said, "It’s finally over!"

Everyone stared at Ye Changyuan’s face, and he couldn’t help but laugh, "Why is everyone looking at me?"

Elder Ye pointed at his mouth and said, "It’s not crooked, not crooked at all."

Ye Qingya also noticed that the issue of her father’s facial paralysis was finally resolved.

Ye Changyuan took the mirror handed to him by the guard, looked carefully at his face in the mirror, and tried making various expressions; indeed, it wasn’t crooked at all.

Elder Ye said, "You’re a grown man, what’s the use of admiring yourself? Stop looking in the mirror and quickly thank the boy."

Reminded by his father, Ye Changyuan realized he was so caught up in joy that he forgot something so important. Apologetically he said, "Dr. Xu, I’ve been quite rude, thank you, thank you so much." He reached out both hands to shake Chunliang’s hand.

Secretary Zhou secretly breathed a sigh of relief; today’s acupuncture session was a kind of ordeal for him as well.

Ye Changyuan asked for lunch to be prepared, but Secretary Zhou said it wasn’t necessary, explaining that they had other matters to attend to after inviting Chunliang for a consultation.

Elder Ye said, "You’ll have to eat when you go back anyway, have lunch before you leave."

Since Elder Ye had spoken, Secretary Zhou could no longer decline.

Ye Changyuan had a brief private chat with Secretary Zhou, while Elder Ye, now deeply interested in Chunliang, invited him over to discuss health and wellness.

Ye Qingya had gone to the kitchen to make some arrangements, and when she returned, she saw Chunliang and her grandfather chatting happily together. She rarely saw her grandfather so joyful. Chunliang indeed had some capabilities, but remembering Chunliang seemed to have ulterior motives, Ye Qingya became increasingly vigilant towards him.

Elder Ye asked, "Yaya, didn’t Rulong come with you?"

Ye Qingya replied, "With the year-end approaching, he’s quite busy with work, but he’ll definitely come to see you for the New Year."

Elder Ye said, "Busy? Who knows what he’s busy with. How’s your art exhibition going?"

Ye Qingya walked over, "It’s going well, but yesterday someone came and caused a scene at the site." She glanced at Chunliang intentionally or unintentionally.

Chunliang knew she was talking about him.

Elder Ye asked, "Who? Who dared to disrupt my precious granddaughter’s event? Tell me about it, and I’ll deal with him."

Ye Qingya sat down next to her grandfather, chuckling, "That person’s calligraphy was indeed beautiful; it made me realize there’s always someone better out there."

Elder Ye said, "That’s true, but don’t be disheartened. You’re so young and have plenty of room for improvement."

Ye Qingya said, "That person is even younger than me."

Elder Ye was surprised, "Younger than you and better at calligraphy? I don’t believe it."

Ye Qingya said, "You shouldn’t underestimate young people. Dr. Xiaoxu is barely in his twenties. My dad sought help from so many experienced doctors and none could solve the problem, but he did it with one treatment."

Elder Ye said, "Young Xu comes from a family of herbal medicine practitioners. Their Huichun Hall is quite famous in Dongzhou, and their ancestors were Imperial Physicians."

Ye Qingya said, "Dr. Xu is from Dongzhou?"

Chunliang nodded, "Yes, I work at the Dongzhou Changxing Hospital." He maintained a polite demeanor, as if meeting Ye Qingya for the first time.

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