The Invincible Strongest Student

Chapter 461: Chapter 461: Are You Better Than Li Shizhen?

Right now, Lin Tian is like a hedgehog.

No, the hedgehog’s chest is still bare. Using a Wolf-toothed Stick to describe is more accurate.

Besides his plastered legs and his head, Lin Tian has silver needles inserted in his chest, abdomen, back, and neck.

This was already the forty-third needle, and all of Zhao Xuefeng’s nerves were tense and sweat showed on his forehead with every careful poke.

In contrast, Lin Tian now felt thoroughly relaxed.

Acupuncture is truly a treasure inherited over millennia from the Celestial Dragon Continent. Every needle from Zhao Xuefeng was accompanied by his own Spiritual Qi, causing his whole body to feel warm and his injuries to significantly heal.

Of course, this referred to the internal organ damage from the explosion. As for the other fractures, they could only be nurtured slowly with Spiritual Qi; it couldn’t be rushed.

Wu Neng had already calmed down, gazing at Zhao Xuefeng and Lin Tian with tear-stained, vacant eyes. Now he only hoped the needling would smoothly end, so his Mute Acupoint could be unsealed.

As for the other onlookers, they also quieted down. Watching Zhao Xuefeng perform the acupuncture, some even took out their phones to photograph and record videos, uploading them with attention-grabbing titles, all praising the ancient medicine of the Celestial Dragon Continent.

The crowd drew in more and more people, among them a middle-aged man in a suit with a tie and a square face.

The middle-aged man frowned at the crowd and whispered sternly, ”What are you all doing? Why aren’t you getting back to work?”

All the doctors and nurses who heard this shivered in fear, lowered their heads, and hurried back to their workstations.

Only the patients, some relatives, and security staff remained as spectators, their numbers still large. The middle-aged man finally squeezed into the crowd for a curious look.

”Hmm?”

Seeing Zhao Xuefeng performing acupuncture, the middle-aged man’s pupils contracted slightly, his eyes fixated.

Suddenly, someone patted the middle-aged man’s shoulder, and he turned to look.

Seeing Wu Neng, the middle-aged man looked displeased. But he said nothing.

He drove out all the onlookers, even calling out Liou Qingcheng and others from the room, saying it was to prevent disturbing the acupuncture in the ward.

Outside the ward.

”Wu Neng? What are you doing here?” asked the middle-aged man with displeasure.

Wu Neng pointed with one hand at his throat and the other at the direction of the hospital bed, trying in vain to speak a coherent word, turning his face pale with anxiety.

The middle-aged man frowned and looked at the four security guards behind Wu Neng, his gaze inquiring.

”Director, it was Dr. Wu who called us over, saying someone was causing trouble in the ward. But when we arrived, we saw this gentleman doing acupuncture. We were afraid to disturb him, so we held back.”

One of the security guards stated matter-of-factly, knowing that concealing anything from this director would have dire consequences for himself.

The middle-aged man then turned his gaze to Liou Qingcheng and others, and asked, ”Is this true?”

”Yes.” Liou Qingcheng nodded, assessing the middle-aged man. ”Are you the director?”

”Yes, I’m Sun Chuanrong, the director of this hospital.” Sun Chuanrong nodded, asking, ”Can you tell me exactly what happened? Why can’t Wu Neng speak?”

Liou Qingcheng and Sisi exchanged a glance, and finally recounted the whole story.

When Sun Chuanrong heard that Lin Tian had sealed Wu Neng’s Mute Acupoint with silver needles, his pupils shrank slightly, feeling a significant impact on his mind. However, his experiences allowed him to conceal his feelings without showing them.

The shock he felt was no less than Zhao Xuefeng’s; such a talented individual would be wonderful to recruit to the hospital.

With a thirst for talent, Sun Chuanrong glared at Wu Neng and questioned lowly: ”Is this your approach to medicine? I admit, your Western medicine skills are commendable, but what makes you qualified to belittle ancient medicine? Are you more impressive than Li Shizhen, or greater than Hua Tuo? Are you even worthy of being from the Celestial Dragon Continent? Where is your medical ethics?”

Sun Chuanrong’s barrage of inquiries made Wu Neng lower his head, blushing with shame.

Suddenly, he felt somewhat fortunate that he couldn’t speak now. He couldn’t answer any of the director’s questions.

Liou Qingcheng, Sisi, and others were filled with a sense of pride upon hearing Sun’s words, nearly moved to applaud.

Inside the ward.

”Baihui Acupoint.” Lin Tian said softly.

Zhao Xuefeng was already sweating profusely; although he had performed hundreds, if not thousands, of acupuncture sessions in his lifetime, he didn’t usually sweat this much despite being nervous, especially with the room’s air conditioning on.

Wiping the sweat from his head, Zhao Xuefeng took out another silver needle, aiming it at the exact center atop Lin Tian’s head.

As Zhao Xuefeng twirled the needle, it slowly submerged halfway, the end exposed outside.

The Baihui Acupoint, also known as ”Three Yang Five Meetings,” has the function to open the mind and restore consciousness.

The acupuncture steps Lin Tian instructed Zhao Xuefeng to follow were based on the Acupuncture Chapter from the Tyrant Emperor’s Record. It started with the Sea of Qi and ended with Baihui.

As more needles were inserted, even without actively circulating Spiritual Qi, it naturally flowed through his limbs and bones.

Lin Tian could distinctively feel his intermediate Martial Artist strength stabilizing, solidifying.

After all, his previous breakthrough method was too dangerous with shaky strength, but through this acupuncture regimen, not only did his bodily injuries improve greatly, his strength became stable.

This process wasn’t lengthy; as the silver needle was inserted into the Baihui Acupoint, it was nearly complete.

”Teacher, you can remove the needles now.” Lin Tian said, exhaling deeply.

Zhao Xuefeng nodded, his expression remaining serious.

Though removing the needles was much simpler than inserting them, Zhao Xuefeng dared not be careless. His consistent prudence upheld him.

Zhao Xuefeng soon swiftly stored all forty-nine silver needles into his needle case.

”Lin Tian, how are you feeling now?” Zhao Xuefeng was still tense; he wanted to check Lin Tian’s pulse, but knew it was futile, so he refrained.

Lin Tian moved his arms, even with larger motions, and although he still felt some pain, it was much better than before.

”Teacher, your acupuncture is very effective, better than any Western medicine,” Lin Tian said with a smile.

Zhao Xuefeng’s face finally broke into a smile as he chided, ”You little rascal, flattering me like that. Don’t I know whose medical skills are superior? Today I’ve seen many incredible things from you.”

Lin Tian chuckled awkwardly, ”Teacher, my medical skills can’t compare to yours, I have much to learn from you.”

Zhao Xuefeng replied laughing, ”Don’t be so modest. I still have many questions I want to ask you.”

”Plenty of opportunities in the future. I can see you’re tired today, why not rest first?” Lin Tian suggested.

”Alright, I’m indeed a bit tired.”

Zhao Xuefeng finished and wiped his sweaty forehead, his face showing fatigue.