"Everyone, don’t worry. With , Mu Daochun, on the case, he will surely be fine." Mu Daochun wore a cold, arrogant expression as he placed both hands on the old master’s pulse. "A minor ailnt. Watch treat it with acupuncture."
With that, Mu Daochun retrieved a box from nearby, revealing a set of golden needles. It seed Mu Daochun was indeed an acupuncture expert. Even Qin Long, standing to the side, was a bit shocked. After briefly sterilizing the needles in the fla of an alcohol lamp, Mu Daochun began to insert the Golden Needles into the acupoints.
His initial technique is actually quite skillful. However, as he guided a Golden Needle toward the heart ridians, he made an error.
"Stop," Qin Long said, his brows furrowing as he tried to intervene.
"Qin Long, if you don’t know what you’re talking about, then shut up!" Tang Yuxiang bared his teeth and roared at Qin Long. "Open your damn eyes and see what the true Golden Needle Technique is! Don’t try to fool people with your cheap street tricks."
Mu Daochun, his face full of disdain, completely ignored Qin Long’s warning.
"If you continue like this, the old master’s heart ridians will suffer permanent damage," Qin Long stated, his expression growing cold and stern. "Within thirty minutes, his qi and blood will be depleted, and he will start vomiting blood nonstop."
Hearing this, Mu Daochun beca furious. I am known as the dical Saint in this city! My patients are all high-ranking officials and nobles, far beyond what a minor family like the Tangs could ever compare to. And now so foolish cripple from their family dares to question my abilities? The audacity!
"Qin Long, shut your mouth! How dare you insult dical Saint Mu Daochun!" Tang Sen’s aura turned icy cold. "Yuxiang, take so n and throw him out!"
Tang Yuxiang waved his hand, signaling the bodyguards behind him to throw Qin Long out.
"Touch , and you die!"
Qin Long’s face darkened. He shook his head with a resigned sigh, preparing to leave on his crutch. He knew it was useless to argue further; Mu Daochun had studied the Golden Needle for decades and was suprely confident in his skills.
Ignoring the interruption, Mu Daochun quickly inserted nine golden needles into the major heart ridians and acupoints. Seeing this, the Tang family mbers were amazed. Mu Daochun truly lived up to his title as the dical Saint; his Golden Needle Acupuncture technique was absolutely exquisite!
The Tang family’s bodyguards forced Qin Long out into the hallway, but Tang Xuewu stood protectively in front of him.
About twenty minutes later, Mu Daochun removed all the Golden Needles. "The old master will awaken shortly," he declared with a confident laugh.
Soon, the old master slowly stirred. A hint of color returned to his face as he gradually opened his eyes.
"Old Master, it’s wonderful to see you awake!"
"Yes, Grandpa, you scared us to death!" Tang Yuxiang and Tang Chuchu imdiately pushed their way to the front, their excitent palpable.
"Old Master, how are you feeling now?" Mu Daochun asked with a smile, stroking his beard.
"I feel much lighter!" the old master replied, his face beaming. "This old man hasn’t felt so energetic in years! Thank you so much for saving my life, Mu Daochun!" he added, filled with gratitude.
"Think nothing of it. I was moved by Young Master Wang Ming’s sincerity, so I traveled a great distance to treat you." Mu Daochun had received a pair of golden Buddha statues from Wang Ming, so he knew exactly what to say to please him.
"Young Master Wang, thank you so much!" The old master was now completely won over by Wang Ming.
"Grandfather Tang, you’re too kind," Wang Ming said, his face alight with excitent.
"Grandpa, soone tried to stop dical Saint Mu Daochun from treating you just now," Tang Yuxiang said, seizing the opportunity to slander Qin Long. "It was Qin Long! He claid that after the dical Saint’s Golden Needle treatnt, you would suffer a great loss of qi and blood, vomit blood uncontrollably, and your life would be in danger. That brat was clearly trying to murder you! We can’t let him get away with it!"
"Yes, Old Master, Yuxiang is right! We can all testify to it!" the other Tang family mbers chid in, seething with anger.
"That crippled dog!" the old master’s voice dripped with venom. "Break his other leg today and throw him into the Mass Burial Mound!"
"Exactly! Break his leg right now!" another family mber shouted.
"And to think he said the old master would suffer a loss of qi and blood and vomit uncontrollably!"
"Isn’t he perfectly fine now?" The Tang family mbers were furious, each adding their own condemnation.
Mu Daochun stood to the side, enjoying the crowd’s adulation. The old master pointed at Zhang ilan, about to unleash a torrent of curses when—
BUZZ!
Suddenly, his vision swam. His body began to tremble violently as fresh blood spurted uncontrollably from his mouth.
"AAAAAHHH!"
In an instant, the bedsheets were stained crimson. The old master collapsed back onto the bed, his expression contorted in agony. Mu Daochun’s expression changed drastically.
A deathly silence fell over the room. The Tang family mbers all stared wide-eyed, utterly shocked. Within a minute, the old master’s complexion turned deathly pale. It was as if he had aged decades in an instant, his life rapidly fading away.
What was happening? Everyone, including Mu Daochun, was completely dumbfounded, having no idea what had just occurred.
"What in the world is happening? dical Saint Mu Daochun?" Tang De, Tang Xuewu’s father, rushed over to check on the old master. He saw him trembling all over, heart-wrenching wails escaping his lips. It looked as though he was about to die a horrific death on the spot!
The Tang family mbers panicked, shouting loudly as the situation descended into chaos. Several dical experts rushed in from outside, carrying a defibrillator.
"Everyone, get back! The old master’s vitals are fading rapidly!" one of the experts yelled, his expression panicked. "Pressure on the right side of his heart is skyrocketing! We’re detecting massive vascular rupture!"
The other experts looked on with despair. The old master was monts from death.
Seeing the doctors hurry in, Tang Xuewu rushed in as well. When she saw the old master’s condition, she froze on the spot.
"dical Saint Mu Daochun, didn’t you say everything would be fine? How do you explain this now?" Tang Sen demanded, his fists clenched as he glared at Mu Daochun.
"This... this..." Mu Daochun was also in a panic, completely clueless as to what had happened. I perford the acupuncture according to my own judgnt. This shouldn’t be happening!
"Didn’t you say it was foolproof? My father is dying!" Tang Sen’s eyes were bloodshot with fury as he stared viciously at Mu Daochun. He had driven Qin Long away for this so-called dical Saint... And this bastard turned out to be nothing more than a charlatan!
Tang Yuxiang and the others also glared at Mu Daochun with imnse resentnt.
An idea struck Mu Daochun, and he decided to shift all the bla to Qin Long. "That’s it! It must have been that cripple! He must have used the alcohol lamp to alter the old master’s internal temperature! That’s why, when I inserted the needles, his qi and blood were thrown into disarray, leading to these violent muscle spasms!"
"Qin Long, you bastard! You’re the one who hard the old master!"
Mu Daochun’s words brought a sudden, twisted realization to the Tang family. Of course! It had to be Qin Long’s ddling that caused the old master’s condition to worsen so drastically. After all, Mu Daochun was a renowned dical Saint. How could a good-for-nothing like Qin Long possibly compare?
"You murderer!"
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