Village Doctor's Women-Chapter 144 - 139 Immortal Tricks

"Is that even possible? Getting this from a simple fall?"

After the initial fear subsided, Yu Yan’s first reaction was disbelief. He immediately retorted, "Are you just making up excuses? Even if there is a blood clot, do you really think you can fix it by sticking in a couple of needles?"

Although Yu Yan was a scoundrel, his words voiced what everyone else was thinking. It wasn’t just the villagers; Li Dayu and even Peng Qing felt the same way.

All eyes turned to Wang Jian, searching the young man’s face for a flicker of panic that would prove their own assumptions correct. After all, the idea of resolving a blood clot with acupuncture sounded utterly incomprehensible. So, no one believed him.

But they noticed that Wang Jian’s expression remained perfectly calm. This young man was completely confident, not wavering in the slightest despite Yu Yan’s words.

"You’re right, a couple of needles won’t cure it," Wang Jian said simply, baffling everyone.

This wasn’t what they had expected. A smile spread across Yu Yan’s face as he sensed he’d gained the upper hand. He opened his mouth to launch a counterattack, but before he could speak, Wang Jian continued.

"But... a few more will do the trick."

"The blood clot has just formed," Wang Jian explained. "I have a way to make it disappear. But if we miss this window of opportunity, it won’t be so simple anymore."

From within the crowd, Peng Qing glanced at Wang Jian. He was the only one who understood the subtext of his words. "If we miss this window of opportunity, it won’t be so simple." In other words... even if the condition worsens, he can still treat it. And judging by his expression, it doesn’t even seem that difficult for him.

Peng Qing wondered if this young man’s confidence stemmed from true ability or simple arrogance. Regardless, he found himself starting to look forward to seeing Wang Jian’s medical skills in action.

Yu Yan was startled by Wang Jian’s words. Although he was a good-for-nothing, he still had a basic level of concern for his father. He knew that Wang Jian was now the village doctor. But a village doctor is just a village doctor. What kind of incredible skills could he possibly have? How could I believe someone who makes such bold-faced claims?

But putting belief aside, Yu Yan was genuinely unsure. What if he’s telling the truth? What then? This was his father’s life on the line. He didn’t dare gamble on whether Wang Jian was right, nor did he dare risk what would happen if Wang Jian attempted a treatment and failed.

Wang Jian saw the hesitation in Yu Yan’s eyes.

Truth be told, Wang Jian had no desire to waste words on the man. He wasn’t a saint. He wouldn’t lift a finger for people who distrusted doctors, much less those who harassed them—they wouldn’t believe him anyway. Yu Yan didn’t deserve his consideration, but Grandpa Yu was a good man, and Wang Jian hadn’t been bluffing about his condition. He couldn’t live with himself if the old man died because of his son, so he decided to lay it on thick.

"A cerebral hemorrhage isn’t a minor illness. It’s only just begun, and your father is already delirious. If you drag this out and wait for someone else, I’m afraid he’ll be facing an unavoidable craniotomy. And there’s no guarantee that would even succeed."

Wang Jian laid out all the potential consequences.

Yu Yan frowned, his eyes bloodshot from drinking as he sank into deep thought. Alcohol offers no health benefits whatsoever; the notion that a small amount is good for you is a myth, a fact confirmed by modern medical papers. Yu Yan clearly drank a lot. Not only was his liver likely in trouble, but his cardiovascular system probably was as well, though the signs just weren’t obvious.

"Are you sure you can treat it? If Chinese medicine could cure this with just a few needles, wouldn’t everyone know that by now?" Yu Yan muttered. His tone was no longer as aggressive, though it was still far from friendly. "What kind of illness can a few needles cure? It doesn’t even hurt when you stick them in."

Wang Jian shrugged. "You said it yourself, inserting a few needles won’t cause any harm, so letting me insert a few more won’t hurt, either."

Just as he finished, Li Dayu saw the tension ease and stepped in to play peacemaker. "Exactly, Xiao Jian is right. Besides, we’ve already called for an ambulance. It should be arriving soon. Even if Xiao Jian can’t cure him, it won’t delay Grandpa Yu’s trip to the hospital."

With Li Dayu’s assurance, Yu Yan finally nodded.

Wang Jian said no more, simply squatting down and retrieving more silver needles from his pack. Soon, all the acupuncture points were pierced.

Seeing him stop, Yu Yan assumed he was finished. He prepared to step forward with a contemptuous smile, but then he saw Wang Jian’s hand brush over all the silver needles. As he watched with curiosity, a faint buzzing sound emerged. He wondered if he was hallucinating, but Yu Yan saw the silver needles begin to tremble. The sound, he was certain, was coming from the needles themselves.

Yu Yan’s eyes widened and he shook his head.

"I must have really drunk too much," he muttered to himself.

Hearing his muttering, Li Dayu also shook his head. He had seen it too, but this wasn’t the first time he’d witnessed such a scene. Perhaps this is just Wang Jian’s signature move. However, Li Dayu was still flabbergasted, because in the next moment, he saw mist rising from Grandpa Yu’s head. And that wasn’t all. Mist emerged from every spot where a needle was inserted, appearing and disappearing in an instant. The mist would probably be even more obvious in colder weather.

Meanwhile, Wang Jian wasn’t idle, either. He continuously flicked each silver needle with his fingers at a certain rhythm to keep them working.

Everyone could clearly see more expression returning to Grandpa Yu’s face. After the fall and fracture, he hadn’t even cried out in pain, his face completely blank and vacant. Now, some life had returned to his expression.

The crowd fell silent, intently watching the incredible healing process unfold.

Even Yu Yan, after seeing the ephemeral mist, murmured, "I’m not seeing things, am I?"

"You’re not seeing things." Peng Qing, frowning, had moved to the very front, disbelief written all over his face.

How can this kind of acupuncture exist...? Is this even real acupuncture? Initially, he too thought he was just tired and hallucinating. But when he saw the shock on the faces of Li Dayu and Yu Yan, he knew he hadn’t been mistaken. It seemed those standing further away hadn’t seen the fleeting mist, only the trembling of the needles.

Peng Qing had seen old Chinese medicine practitioners insert needles by holding them with one hand and flicking the shaft with the fingers of the other. But he had never seen anything like Wang Jian’s technique—making the needles vibrate at a high frequency, generating enough heat to produce mist. Before today, he wouldn’t have even dared to imagine such a thing was possible.

If this isn’t a miraculous feat, what is?

The next second, the old man, who had seemed so vacant moments ago, spoke.

Grandpa Yu looked as if he had just woken from a deep sleep, his eyes bleary. He glanced around, then frowned. "What happened to me? My leg hurts so much."

At these words, the surrounding crowd gasped in unison. They looked at Wang Jian with eyes full of utter, uncomprehending shock.

"Grandpa Yu, I’m Wang Jian. Do you recognize me?" Wang Jian asked with a smile, pointing at himself. After Grandpa Yu nodded, confirming his awareness, Wang Jian continued, "You had a bad fall. Your leg is fractured."

As he spoke, he removed all the previously inserted needles, leaving only those in the leg.

"Next, I’m going to set the fracture. It might hurt a bit," Wang Jian said. "You’ll have to bear with it."

"Alright! Alright! Alright!" Having regained consciousness, Grandpa Yu slowly recalled the images he’d seen while on the brink of death. He was now fully aware of his situation.

He shot his son a glare, then patted Wang Jian’s arm. "Don’t worry," he said, gritting his teeth against the pain. "I’m here. No one’s going to lay a hand on you, so just do what you need to do. Back in the war, I didn’t even cry out when I got hit by a bullet. This is nothing."

His words were clearly meant for Yu Yan.

Wang Jian smiled, listening. The moment Grandpa Yu finished speaking, he went to work.

Grandpa Yu sucked in a sharp breath and glared at Wang Jian for the lack of warning. But just as he was about to let a curse fly, he heard Wang Jian say, "All done," and swallowed the word back down. 𝙧𝙚𝙚𝔀𝒆𝓫𝓷𝙤𝓿𝒆𝙡.𝒄𝙤𝓶

"It’s all set, Grandpa. You can’t move your leg right now. When the ambulance arrives, they’ll need to fix it with a splint, but you’ll be fine," Wang Jian explained with a smile. "If there’s nothing else, I’ll be heading back."

Overwhelmed with emotion, Grandpa Yu clutched Wang Jian’s hand, thanking him profusely. As the patient, his experience was the most direct. If it weren’t for Wang Jian, he might never have woken up.

A crowd of villagers watched Wang Jian leave, a stark contrast to his arrival. It was only now that they realized something. Their new, young village doctor was something else entirely—a monstrously talented individual.

Even Peng Qing, watching Wang Jian’s retreating back, couldn’t help but remark to himself, The touch of an immortal.

Then, he too turned and followed in the direction Wang Jian had gone.