Nan Yu, transford into Li Yingying, was currently in the sickroom, administering acupuncture treatnt to Duan Zhu.
She carefully inserted one needle after another, steadily positioning them into the acupoints.
Standing by, Li Chongbai and Pei Yu tried hard to reduce their presence, fearing they might disturb Nan Yu’s treatnt.
Both were completely focused on every needle Nan Yu inserted, determined to rember every detail.
Watching Nan Yu’s steady wrist, reminiscent of an old ox, Li Chongbai couldn’t help rembering her previously injured hand.
If he hadn’t seen her injury with his own eyes, he would find it hard to believe her hand had ever been injured, given how steady it was now!
He wondered what Xiao Yu had gone through to develop such steadiness.
More importantly, why did Xiao Yu know the Ghost Doctor’s unique acupuncture techniques?
Pei Yu, with her notebook in hand, ceaselessly sketched and wrote, eager to capture every aspect of this rare learning opportunity.
Previously, observing through surveillance didn’t reveal many details, but now, watching closely, she discovered the handling was even more impressive than she had imagined!
The sequence of targeting acupoints and the thod of each needle insertion had its significance; it was not random but planned ticulously even before the needling began.
Such careful consideration was new to her.
After inserting the last needle, Nan Yu finally stood up straight, let out a soft sigh, and wiped the fine sweat from her forehead with a tissue.
Feeling fatigued, she sat down in a chair, giving herself a mont to rest.
Turing her head, she saw Li Chongbai’s curious gaze and knew he had many questions for her.
Seizing the mont for a breath, she spoke, "Uncle Li, if you have sothing to ask, just ask."
Seeing Nan Yu’s pallid complexion and dark circles under her eyes, a distressed Li Chongbai handed her a glass of water.
"Yingying, my questions aren’t important. You’ve exerted a lot of energy on those many needles; now that you can rest, you should take a break," he said.
Now that he knew it was Nan Yu, Li Chongbai wasn’t in a hurry to clear up those doubts. There would be ti later; he could slowly ask Nan Yu at the Huo Family.
Since he did not ask, Nan Yu didn’t say more. After drinking so water, she placed her hand on Duan Zhu’s wrist, closed her eyes, and began to take the pulse.
Li Chongbai remained quiet, watching the scene unfold.
Pei Yu also leaned forward curiously, wondering what she was doing.
Nan Yu was gauging Duan Zhu’s pulse to determine its exact condition after the acupuncture so she could assess the treatnt’s effectiveness and make adjustnts if necessary.
An hour later, Nan Yu opened her eyes and slowly withdrew her hand.
"The pulse is as I expected. Continue with the previous dication; I will inform you if adjustnts are necessary," she said.
Li Chongbai nodded, "Okay."
Pei Yu stared at Nan Yu in amazent, having never seen soone use such subtle pulse fluctuations to diagnose a patient’s condition.
Generally, the pulse doesn’t show significant changes in a short period, and traditional practitioners of Traditional Chinese dicine can’t ascertain any difference in a matter of seconds.
However, top Traditional Chinese dicine practitioners are different; they can discern very slight variations over two years to accurately assess a patient’s condition.
Pei Yu had only read about such abilities in books and was astounded to witness it in person today!
No wonder her teacher was so deferent to Li Yingying and wanted her to learn from Li Yingying.
Initially, she thought Li Yingying was rely quite skilled and talented.
Now, seeing that Li Yingying is a top Traditional Chinese dicine practitioner, Pei Yu felt incredibly fortunate to receive guidance from her—a blessing from her past life and a trendous opportunity!
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