Chapter 248: Chapter 22 Success cos with efforts Ma Daocheng【2 in 1】_3 Chapter 248: Chapter 22 Success cos with efforts Ma Daocheng【2 in 1】_3 ‘It’s okay if you don’t leave.’
Feng Yin sighed inwardly, realizing it was truly impossible to treat the injury alone. He said, “I believe you all feel the sa way, you still won’t be at ease leaving here alone.”
He hesitated for a mont, and then said, “Fine.”
He then took out a small jade vial from his bosom. There were only two spiritual pills inside. They were translucent and beautiful, as if they had a life of their own.
“These are the last two Heavenly Spirit Pills I have left. It’s really hard to pay debts of gratitude…”
Feng Yin mumbled in a sorrowful tone.
Everyone present was elated.
The Heavenly Spirit Pill? The last two pills?
It seed so high-end. It seed the Marshal truly had hope.
Zhuang Weiran lowered his eyes.
Hu Lengyue’s face showed no expression.
Feng Yin propped up the unconscious Ma Daocheng and rudely prised his mouth open, causing his jaw to drop with an audible click. He then put a dicinal pill inside, followed by half a bowl of water.
His fingers quickly pressed a point on his throat, which promptly caused his jaw to snap back into place.
Then he swiftly inserted several gleaming silver needles into Ma Daocheng’s vital points.
Head, forehead, between the eyebrows, throat, chest, Dantian, all had trembling silver needles in them, it seed they hadn’t gone deep?
The other physicians present were astounded, was that it?
His skills seed average…especially his needle technique. It seed chaotic and superficial. The needles didn’t appear to have reached the acupuncture points. If they don’t penetrate the points, what use would they be?
But Feng Yin took a deep breath, his fingers pressed on Ma Daocheng’s pulse. In fact, he was silently using the Spiritual Transformation Technique, channeling his own spiritual energy into Ma Daocheng’s body. He completed a series of actions in one breath.
The entire tent was deathly silent.
They had never seen such a crude technique from a divine physician before. The physicians present were puzzled, the more they watched the more inadequate this man seed.
A couple of the more knowledgeable generals were taken aback. However, by now, Feng Yin had completed the entire procedure: the dicine was administered, the jaw reset, and he rely had his fingers on the pulse point, with no further movent.
So they glared, their faces turning red from withheld exasperation.
Panting heavily, they looked at the calm and relaxed divine physician with his eyes closed while taking the pulse. Their confusion only grew: ……
Is this old man really so unflappable, or was he just putting on a deceptive show!
He dared to manhandle our Great Marshal just now. Even when treating a pig for a dislocated joint, he wouldn’t be so rough. This old fool isn’t really afraid of death, is he?!
Just as they were about to speak out, they heard the low, commanding voice of the Divine Physician Nan with his eyes still closed saying, “Quiet!”
“!!!”
Many were itching to let out a string of expletives.
Just as everyone was angry but dared not speak, they saw a movent from Marshal Ma who lay quietly on the bed. With a violent heave from his chest, his eyes shot open!
Before the people could rejoice, they saw the grim-faced Marshal spit out a mouthful of black blood.
Then, black blood began seeping from every orifice on his face.
“Ah!…”
Seeing this, everyone was terrified and were about to rush over to have a closer look.
“Stop moving! Nobody moves!”
The chief physician of the White Clothes Division shouted aloud, extending his hand to stop the others and urgently commanded, “Don’t anyone go over, the Marshal is saved! The poison, the poison has been expelled!”
“Holy shit!”
The crowd exclaid in unison.
“This is truly the divine physician’s thod! His miraculous technique!” The four physicians were equally moved to tears and profoundly shocked.
To professionals, details matter; to layn, the spectacle is spell-binding. Despite having seen no particular technique or understanding the depth of Divine Physician Nan’s thods, the four physicians held him in higher regard despite their previous doubts about his skills.
It truly was a case of simplicity exemplifying the essence of the art. The dical field is limitless, Nan Tianyan’s dical skills seed to have reached the pinnacle, having achieved simplicity in his hand movents, just like reverting to the unrefined state of one’s origin.
At this mont, they only felt that witnessing such a miracle in their lives was not in vain, it was a blessing from heaven.
This kind of chronic poison that had left a majority of physicians helpless, had actually been expelled using such a blunt thod, without causing any turmoil in the patient’s body!
This was unheard of – a true insight into simplicity underscores mastery!
Despite having practiced dicine for so long, they could not identify how this had been accomplished. They felt as though their lives had been a waste.
Thinking back, they too had encountered chronic poisons and even with a clear understanding of the poison’s origin, they still had to carefully nurse the patient back to health, slowly detoxifying bit by bit. Being able to detoxify within a year or two could be deed as a miracle, only possible for high caliber physicians.
But now, he did it with a simple pulse diagnosis, a pill, and so needle pricks, it was clean and efficient, the effect was imdiate and significant!
Only such a person deserves to be called a divine physician. If he’s not, then who is?
At this mont, everyone was stunned beyond words, the hall had almost turned into a vacuum due to the sharp intakes of breath.
So were glad, while several tough-talking, impulsive individuals were shaking: I almost rushed over to slap him just now. If I had… then, then…
The room fell silent.
Suddenly, a voice asked, “How long have I been lying down?”
The voice was slightly frail, but the volu was just right, and it didn’t sound too weak. It wasn’t at all like a person who had been seriously ill.
Everyone turned in shock to see that the just recently blood-spurting Marshal Ma was already sitting up of his own accord, seemingly puzzled and asking.
Seemingly not at all concerned, Divine Physician Nan ignored the now awake Marshal Ma.
He had already withdrawn the trembling needles which were hardly inserted deep, and sat down by Marshal Ma Daogong’s bedside.
“Hiss……”
Another bout of trembling. If eyes could pop out, there would be eyeballs scattering everywhere.
In everyone’s astonished gaze, Marshal Ma actually lifted his quilt, shifted his two legs down, and to their surprise, upon touching the ground, he actually stood up.
And he even did a chest-expanding exercise in a very ceremonial manner, saying as he did it, “Why do I suddenly feel so comfortable? Hey, this feeling in my chest and abdon, it’s so refreshing.”
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