"As my assistant, the monthly salary is only two thousand yuan. If you’re willing, co to work at Apricot Grove Hall tomorrow."
"Willing, a thousand tis willing!"
Finally securing a powerful backer was an opportunity to change his fate, Hua Feiyang would never give up over a re salary issue.
After all, he was still an intern at the small hospital where he currently worked and had not yet beco a permanent staff mber, earning only two thousand five hundred yuan.
Suddenly, the Silver Needle that was stuck in the poison clot shot out with a whiz. Following that, the poisoned blood gushed out like a fountain.
Hou Jiangbao noticed that sothing was wrong, but he dared not admit it. With so many people watching, if he confessed to making a mistake, Divine Doctor Hou’s reputation would be ruined.
Even though it was clear that there was a problem, Hou Jiangbao stood by with composure, appearing completely indifferent. This made Qin Feng unable to contain himself and he reminded, "Divine Doctor Hou, the Silver Needle you inserted has already flown out, the situation is out of control. Don’t you think you should consider a redy?"
"What do you know, you dical good-for-nothing? Do you understand Chinese dicine? Do you understand acupuncture? You can’t even handle Western dicine that only requires reading an instruction manual to prescribe dications. How dare you recklessly discuss the profound mysteries of Chinese dicine? That Silver Needle flew out because I made it fly out, this is called ’flying needle detoxification!’"
Hou Jiangbao was bluffing—he had never anticipated that the Silver Needle would fly out on its own.
Having bluffed, and to avoid complications for Yang Jun, he decided to take redial action and continued, "Detoxification can’t be achieved in one step; after expelling so of the poison, you need to pull back a little, then continue to expel more."
As he spoke, he picked up another Silver Needle, this ti not daring to show off, not daring to play any tricks.
Hou Jiangbao’s hand lifted and the Silver Needle fell, piercing directly into Yang Jun’s central acupoint.
The central acupoint controls all of the body’s nerves and blood vessels. Striking the central acupoint was aid at temporarily severing all connections to stop the bleeding.
Hou Jiangbao’s thods were unscrupulous, all to achieve his goal.
The bleeding stopped in Yang Jun, but his body had suffered another severe blow.
Although Yang Jun was still unconscious, his consciousness was alive in his mind. When Hou Jiangbao had applied cupping therapy earlier, it felt comforting. But these four needles that followed hurt more with each insertion. Even without understanding Chinese dicine, he knew Hou Jiangbao was botching the treatnt, making things worse with each intervention.
Unfortunately, Yang Jun couldn’t wake up to express his discomfort. Otherwise, he would have definitely stopped Hou Jiangbao from continuing the treatnt. His subconscious was telling him that if Hou Jiangbao carried on like this, his life was over!
Hou Jiangbao’s reckless approach had Qin Feng shaking his head, once again reminding, "Even if it’s just for the sake of your own lofty reputation as a divine doctor, you should not be so reckless with human life! Targeting his central acupoint to stop the bleeding could make his heart stop suddenly—you are increasing the likelihood of his death by cardiac arrest.
"Even if he doesn’t die suddenly, the poisoned blood will rush madly into his heart, making it beat several tis faster. This will cause irreversible damage to his heart and bring on severe angina, symptoms that will stay with him for life and are incurable. Such a thod of practicing dicine is truly reckless!"
No sooner had Qin Feng finished speaking than Yang Jun felt his heart suddenly stop. At that mont, he genuinely thought he was going to die.
Fortunately, his heart started beating again, but very rapidly. He could feel hot blood surging into his heart, further accelerating his heartbeat.
The frantic pounding caused his heart to ache as if it were being sliced by a knife, agony swept through Yang Jun causing his body to break out in cold sweat. In less than a second, his clothes were soaked through.
Qin Feng was right about everything, confirming why he was the Divine Doctor. If Yang Jun could speak, he would definitely ask Qin Feng to treat him. But he couldn’t utter a word, not even a single one. He could only lie on the bench, at the rcy of Hou Jiangbao’s butchery.
Though Hou Jiangbao’s dical ethics were questionable, his dical skills were not bad. Qin Feng’s points were all known to him.
Feeling his backbone challenged, Hou Jiangbao lashed out at Qin Feng in desperation, "Shut up! Don’t interfere with my work! If there’s an accident with Mr. Yang because of your constant interruptions, the responsibility is all yours!"
Hou Jiangbao didn’t chase Qin Feng away, keeping him there to babble was like keeping a fallback. If he managed to save Yang Jun, the credit was his. If not, and an accident occurred, the bla was Qin Feng’s.
In this way, he could attack or defend.
The sudden bla-shifting amused Qin Feng.
He looked at Hou Jiangbao and laughed, "You’re the famous Divine Doctor Hou, aren’t you? You’re the one known as Hou Sanzhen, the Divine Doctor! I’m just babbling a bit and it’s affecting your-saving lives? Is your level of divine dicine not too ’watery’? You’ve got no skill, yet when you ss up and soone dies, you think you can shift the bla onto ? No way!"
"Who says I’m ssing up? I will definitely save Mr. Yang!"
Hou Jiangbao was well aware that with so many people watching, forcefully shifting the bla onto Qin Feng for the mishap was a bit of a stretch. So, for him, the best outco would be to save Yang Jun.
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