The Young Matriarch - Chapter 23

Chapter 23: Spiritual Thirteen Needles

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Under these circumstances, it was considered a blessing for the old man to live for another two years.

Liu Zhen took out inch-long silver needles from the medical box and undressed the old man Duan’s clothes before he carefully inserted the needles into his flesh.

Bai Chuwei shook her head as she spectated his movements. Chinese medicine had prevailed for five thousand years but she had not expected that the standard would fall to such an extent in the last couple of centuries.

Old man Duan’s body suddenly convulsed and everyone looked on in nervousness. Liu Zhen said with indifference, “No worries.”

Just as he said that, the sick old man vomited yellowish fluids that carried traces of blood. He even coughed out air.

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However, no oxygen entered inside his body and that was a sign indicating his death.

Everyone started to panic. They had witnessed old man Duan’s condition turning for the better after he consumed those vegetables earlier but now, he had vomited them out. Moreover, there were some family members who had yet to return and if old man Duan were to pass away at that moment, the third young master and others would not manage to see him for the last time!

Duan Xingye blew up in anger. “Quack doctor, what have you done to my grandfather?”

Liu Zhen’s expression turned grim and he looked towards them in doubt. In a harsh voice, he said, “What has old man Duan consumed before this?”

The butler thought for a moment and then said, “Old man Duan consumed a few bites of vegetables a few days ago. They were gifted by this lady here.”

Everyone’s gaze landed on Bai Chuwei.

Bai Chuwei found it funny and glanced at Liu Zhen in passing. She did not expect that his inadequate skills would be blamed on her. She walked over and kicked him aside.

A few seconds later, she said in an impolite tone, “Get away from here. You are such a disgrace!”

Liu Zhen staggered from the kick and nearly fell to the ground. His aged face turned red in anger and he was about to criticize her. But he froze.

Bai Chuwei had taken out a piece of acupuncture cloth embroidered in black bamboo pattern from her bag and was rolling it out gently. Her slender white fingers took out several needles from it skillfully. Her technique was extremely nimble, inserting each needle inserted into the flesh in a flowing movement.

She infused small amounts of spiritual energy into the silver needles and old man Duan’s breathing slowed down at a speed visible to the naked eye while his pale complexion gradually improved.

Liu Zhen’s expression was slowly turning strange, up until Bai Chuwei took out a three-inch long silver needle from her acupuncture cloth. At this moment, his muddled eyes seemed to have seen a ghost.

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The needle was steadily inserted into old man Duan’s chest in a single stab.

Liu Zhen’s lips trembled. “The Spiritual Thirteen Needles? How are you versed in this technique? N-No… at your current age, how could you manage inserting thirteen needles in one go?”

The Spiritual Thirteen Needles, which his teacher had passed down to him, required the use of his inner spiritual energy to execute them. Even though he had studied medicine for several decades, his limit was merely at the ninth needle, and his teacher had been only capable of ten!

He had never seen someone execute the entire technique in one go!

Bai Chuwei shot him a glance and said coldly, “This is a technique that I invented.”

So, how could she not be well versed in it?

Liu Zhen nearly cried out. “Ridiculous! Such a ridiculous remark! This needle technique has been passed down for nearly four thousand years!”

Bai Chuwei paid him no heed and reached out to wipe her sweat.

All of a sudden, a long and slender hand extended towards her. Duan Feihan passed her a light grey colored handkerchief, which held a faint fragrance.

Bai Chuwei looked up and met Duan Feihan’s deep eyes. She smiled and thanked him before taking the handkerchief from him to wipe her sweat.

Suddenly, her smile stiffened and her cold eyes looked towards the door.

The butler was holding the phone and he said after a moment, “The third young master has arrived along with Miss Tong. They are maki their way here, now.”

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