The Strongest Dandy in the City-Chapter 675: Five Retrograde Needles

"Wait and prepare to kneel and apologize," was Ye Chenfeng’s cold response to Qian Wankai.

Seeing Ye Chenfeng diagnose the middle-aged man’s condition, Qian Wankai wondered how such confidence was possible. To his eyes, this young man was only in his twenties. Even if his medical skills were good, how exceptional could they really be? Moreover, within the Ancient Martial World, the Ghost Doctor Sect was always the pinnacle of medical mastery. Qian Wankai concluded that this young man must be bluffing.

"Kid, the one who’ll definitely kneel and apologize later is you," Qian Wankai said with a cold laugh.

"You’re truly ignorant of the extent of the heavens and the earth. The violent toxins have spread into his heart. Do you really think you can force the toxins out from there? How dare you bet against my master; you’re practically seeking death!" Zhou Haosheng stood beside Qian Wankai, exuding a smug and imposing aura.

Ye Chenfeng ignored the master and disciple’s back and forth, proceeding to undress the middle-aged man lying on the wooden board. The skin on the man’s body had turned completely pale black, indicating that the violent toxins had spread throughout his body, not just his heart.

Ye Chenfeng knew he had to act fast. Otherwise, by the time the violent toxins eroded all the man’s organs, even he might be helpless.

Therefore, Ye Chenfeng immediately took out his acupuncture kit and drew five silver needles from it, using a lighter to sterilize them.

Upon seeing Ye Chenfeng take out his acupuncture kit, Qian Wankai and the others knew he was about to perform acupuncture, but could it still be useful given the man’s condition? Skeptical expressions spread across the Ghost Doctor Sect disciples’ faces at once; of course, they didn’t wish for Ye Chenfeng to save the middle-aged man. After all, if Ye Chenfeng really won, they would all have to kneel and apologize.

"Trash, do you really think you can save this person with a few lousy needles? Stop pretending in front of us; just hurry up and kneel to apologize," someone jeered.

"Exactly! I’ve never seen someone as delusional as this kid. Clearly lacking any real skill, yet still trying to play the hero. In the end, it only serves as a joke to others."

...

The Ghost Doctor Sect disciples enjoyed their taunting, each adding their biting remarks one after another, viewing Ye Chenfeng as nothing more than a buffoon.

Little did they know, who the real buffoon was.

Ye Chenfeng, busy preparing to save the man, paid no attention to these disturbances. However, Qin Yi, Sun Hengfei, and Sun Xiaoli, standing by, looked increasingly indignant as they heard the disciples’ continuous insults toward Ye Chenfeng.

"Dare to insult my boss again and see what happens," Qin Yi said, barely controlling his emotions and the strength he deliberately concealed, ready to burst forth at any moment.

"You idiots, do you have any idea how superb my brother’s medical skills are? Do you know why my brother came to the Ghost Doctor Sect? Because my brother has mastered the Ghost King Thirteen Needles. You people will merely be under my brother’s command in the future," Sun Hengfei couldn’t help but bellow.

"Hahaha—"

After a brief silence, the Ghost Doctor Sect disciples erupted into piercing laughter.

"Sun Hengfei, can you stop spouting nonsense? This kid has mastered the Ghost King Thirteen Needles? Might as well say the kid is a deity in disguise," someone mockingly said.

"Sun Hengfei, are you admitting defeat? Saying such an outrageous lie? The Ghost King Thirteen Needles isn’t something just anyone can master so easily. Do you really take us for three-year-olds?"

...

Zhou Haosheng pressed his hand down, signaling everyone to momentarily halt the discussion as he said with a smile, "Dear senior and junior brothers, since it’s come to this, let’s look forward to the display of this so-called master who has allegedly mastered the Ghost King Thirteen Needles and see just how powerful his medical skills are?"

Upon hearing Sun Heng Fei even resort to such words, Qian Wankai became even more convinced that Ye Chenfeng was simply putting on airs, and the last traces of doubt in his heart vanished into thin air.

Seeing Sun Heng Fei and Qin Yi still arguing with these people, Sun Xiaoli patted their shoulders and, with a calm demeanor tinged with anger, said, "Facts speak louder than words. Why should we bother with these flies?"

As everyone was quarreling, Ye Chenfeng was already ready to begin. His fingers pinched the silver needle, and five silver needles, sterilized with a lighter, were inserted into five acupoints around the middle-aged man’s heart, flowing smoothly like clouds and water. During the acupuncture, he did not utilize Soul Force, so to others, the five needles that Ye Chenfeng administered appeared to be as ordinary as could be.

But actually!

These needles were not ordinary; it was a set of acupuncture called the Five Retrograde Needles that Ye Chenfeng had learned in his previous life. These five needles sealed off five acupoints around the middle-aged man’s heart. Just like that, this would indeed have been a common set of needles, but Ye Chenfeng still needed to stimulate the acupuncture with Soul Force to truly activate the effects of the Five Retrograde Needles.

"Is this the legendary Ghost King Thirteen Needles? I think it’s more like ’Taking a Dump Thirteen Needles’. Kid, you better go home, wash up, and go to sleep!" Zhou Haosheng couldn’t help but scoff.

"Boy, admit defeat now! I won’t be too hard on you. Isn’t it just kneeling and apologizing? Isn’t that a regular thing for you losers?" bellowed Qian Wankai arrogantly.

Ye Chenfeng still paid no attention to these people. After sealing the acupoints around the middle-aged man’s heart, he placed his right palm on the man’s stomach, continuously infusing a gentle stream of Soul Force into the man’s body.

The initially unremarkable Five Retrograde Needles on the five silver needles began to emit a faint glow, and the black hue on the middle-aged man’s skin started slowly converging at one spot.

The Five Retrograde Needles could cause blood flow to be controlled by the person receiving the acupuncture for a short time. Ye Chenfeng intended to use this method to force out all the toxins from the middle-aged man’s body.

The converging black moved slowly towards the chest and then towards the neck. The middle-aged man, who had been lying on the wooden board with eyes closed, suddenly sat up, and with a "puh" sound, spit out a mouthful of black blood, catching Qian Wankai off guard and drenching his face with the dark liquid.

The middle-aged man, sitting up from the wooden board, looked utterly bewildered and mumbled to himself, "Wasn’t I chopping wood on the mountain? Right, I picked a red fruit in the mountain and after eating it, my stomach really hurt, then I lost consciousness."

Seeing Ye Chenfeng removing the silver needles from his body, the middle-aged man hurriedly said to Ye Chenfeng, "Did you save me? I have to thank you, you are my life-saver, how can I repay you?"

"Your body is fine now; I don’t need any repayment. You can go home now, your family must be very worried about you," said Ye Chenfeng, waving his hands.

Reminded by Ye Chenfeng of his family, the middle-aged man hurriedly got off the wooden board, knelt down, and gave Ye Chenfeng three deep bows, saying, "I’ll go home first to see my wife. Noble sir, if you have time, you must come to visit my home. I live in a village not far from here. When you reach the village, just ask where the Wood Cutter lives, that’s my nickname."

After saying this, the middle-aged man quickly rushed down the mountain.

Even after the middle-aged man had left, the people from the Ghost Doctor Sect present had still not recovered, especially the newly promoted Elder Qian Wankai. He had never imagined the gravely ill middle-aged man could actually be revived by Ye Chenfeng. This didn’t make sense at all. Moreover, he really couldn’t see anything special about the needle technique Ye Chenfeng had just used?

Of course, Qian Wankai would not believe that what Ye Chenfeng had just used was the Ghost King Thirteen Needles. After all, no one had been able to comprehend the Ghost King Thirteen Needles for so many years, so how could a youth manage it?

If Ye Chenfeng had indeed understood the Ghost King Thirteen Needles, then surely the Ghost Doctor Sect would have arranged for someone to take care of him. Yet, there wasn’t even a single disciple of the Ghost Doctor Sect by Ye Chenfeng’s side.

Therefore, Qian Wankai merely thought that the acupuncture technique Ye Chenfeng used was some special method and, as a medic, unique medical techniques were vastly appealing. This was why, instead of thinking about kneeling and apologizing to Ye Chenfeng, Qian Wankai was now pondering how to obtain the manual for this technique from Ye Chenfeng?

Little did he know, this was our comrade Ye Chenfeng’s discretion. (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to vote for it with recommendation tickets or monthly tickets at Qidian (qidian.com). Your support is my greatest motivation. Mobile users, please go to m.qidian.com to read.)