"That’s great, haha, that’s great."
Mr. Ma heaved a long sigh of relief upon hearing Xiao Yi’s words, a smile appeared on his face as he repeated the phrase twice before coming back to his senses and saying to Xiao Yi, "Doctor Xiao, we’ll be in your care then."
In this situation, no one was more concerned and anxious about his father’s illness than he was. Not only because he was his father but more importantly, because his father was his—the entire Ma Family’s—beacon of hope. As long as his father was around, the status of the Ma Family could remain unshakable.
"Elder Mr. Ma, to help you recover a bit faster, the needle procedure this ti might be different from the last. It may cause a slight pain this ti, so please bear with it a little."
Xiao Yi nodded slightly and then turned his head with a smile to say to the old man.
"As long as I can recover sooner, what’s a little pain? In my younger days... what hardships haven’t I, old Ma, endured? Back then, surgical conditions were poor, there was no anesthesia, and I, old Ma, got through it. Your treatnt won’t be more painful than that, will it?"
Elder Mr. Ma laughed heartily, waving his hand nonchalantly.
"It won’t be as bad as that, just perhaps a bit more painful than the last ti, haha."
Xiao Yi smiled faintly.
"That settles it then, let’s get on with it, no need for more words."
Elder Mr. Ma waved his hand indifferently.
Xiao Yi smiled, said nothing more, took out a few silver needles from his bag, and holding a needle, he gently activated his Needle Technique. With a slight tremor of his hand, he aid the needle at the old man.
"Wait a mont."
Just as Xiao Yi was about to insert the needle, the middle-aged man who had been following Mr. Ma suddenly called out.
Xiao Yi stopped his action and looked over with a puzzled expression. His impression of this man wasn’t too favorable, finding him overly sly and covetous, not soone with a generous spirit.
Everyone else’s gaze also turned towards him.
"What’s the matter?"
Mr. Ma looked at his subordinate with a dissatisfied expression.
"Mr. Ma, shouldn’t Doctor Xiao sterilize the needles first?"
Feeling everyone’s eyes on him, the gaunt middle-aged man imdiately felt a wave of nervousness, sweating on his forehead. Hearing Mr. Ma speak, he quickly answered anxiously.
"My needles have already been sterilized using Internal Energy Sterilization, which is much more effective than regular alcohol disinfection. Please rest assured, Elder Mr. Ma, haha."
Upon hearing these words, Xiao Yi’s expression softened a bit, but he paid him no attention, for he clearly felt this man’s intentions weren’t pure. It was more about causing trouble for him and trying to show off to the old man.
Nevertheless, he still turned with a smile to explain to Elder Mr. Ma.
"Haha, go ahead and use it, old man, I trust you!"
After a montary shock, Elder Mr. Ma laughed heartily and gave Xiao Yi an encouraging look. After speaking, he turned his head and glared coldly at the middle-aged man beside him. He had lived a lifeti, weathered many storms, and his gaze was extrely sharp. How could the man’s intent just now escape his notice?
However, at this mont, he chose not to say anything.
The middle-aged man, when he caught Elder Mr. Ma’s gaze, felt his entire being shudder, and his face turned pale all at once.
Mr. Ma, who was standing nearby, lit up when he heard Xiao Yi ntion ’Internal Energy Sterilization.’ He wanted to ask Xiao Yi about it, but, seeing that Xiao Yi had already started administering acupuncture to his father, he had to stop himself.
Although he didn’t ask, his father, Elder Mr. Ma, brought up the topic in his stead.
"So, Mr. Xiao, despite your young age, you are also a practitioner of Qi Cultivation who knows the ’using the Qi move Needle’ technique. No wonder the last ti I received acupuncture, it felt particularly different. It’s truly remarkable."
Elder Mr. Ma watched Xiao Yi intently as he administered the acupuncture on himself, an expression of respect etched on his face.
"Elder Mr. Ma is too kind. I rely know a bit about it, hehe."
Xiao Yi said modestly with a slight smile on his face after completing the ’First Layer’ of needle technique.
"Mr. Xiao is really too... erm... modest!"
Elder Mr. Ma saw the modesty on Xiao Yi’s face, a hint of praise showed on his, and he changed his address to ’Mr. Xiao.’ He was about to say, ’You are too modest,’ but as soon as he said ’too,’ he suddenly felt a sharp pain in his chest. His facial expression changed imdiately, and he paused for a mont before continuing.
"Elder Mr. Ma, please bear with it a little longer, the pain will subside in a mont."
Xiao Yi, seeing the expression on Elder Mr. Ma, quickly smiled reassuringly. He was currently practicing a unique skill that had astonished others before—the ’Taiyi Needle.’ Although this needle technique was not exceptionally advanced, its tily use could produce miraculous effects. Elder Mr. Ma’s heart had suffered from various ailnts for too long, leading to an excessive number of necrotic cells that could be aptly burned away by the ’Fire Needle’ part of the technique—this process, unfortunately, would create a painful sensation.
However, this process wasn’t going to last too long.
"No worries, this kind of pain is akin to a mosquito bite for , it really isn’t much, just go ahead, haha," said Elder Mr. Ma, laughing heartily with a carefree attitude. However, before his laughter had fully subsided, he felt that pain in his chest again, and his face involuntarily twitched.
He smiled awkwardly, trying to hide his embarrassnt, "It seems that old age has taken its toll. Back in the day, I could undergo surgery without anesthesia. Yet today, this minor pain has gotten the better of ."
"Hehe."
Xiao Yi smiled slightly, having already put away the needles and continuing with the ’Second Layer,’ his fondness for this straightforward elderly man growing stronger in his heart.
With the completion of Xiao Yi’s ’First Layer’ needle technique, the sharp pain Ma had been feeling vanished imdiately. What took its place was a warm, incredibly soothing sensation, much like the last ti, that almost made him groan out loud. Barely containing himself, he continued to ask Xiao Yi, "Mr. Xiao, to have reached such a profound realm of our country’s traditional dical arts at such a young age, is truly eye-opening for . I wonder, Mr. Xiao, who did you apprentice under?"
Upon hearing this question, Mr. Ma and the rest perked up their ears. They too were very curious to know the answer. Although Xiao Yi had previously vaguely ntioned that his dical skills were a family inheritance, Mr. Ma still felt that this might have been a ’Perfunctory’ answer. (To be continued. If you like this work, please co to Qidian [qidian] to cast your recomndation votes, monthly votes; your support is my greatest motivation.)
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