Chapter 321: Chapter 321: Hua Feiyang’s Clever Move_1
The error before happened because he had been careless. This time, he wouldn’t be careless again; he would seriously treat Yang Jun.
The reputation of a Divine Doctor, although it could be engineered, required the patient to be saved first before any embellishment could commence! If the patient died, all the embellishment would be in vain.
For the sake of caution, Hou Jiangbao took Yang Jun’s wrist once more, taking his pulse once again.
As he did so, Hou Jiangbao suddenly became panicky.
The problem was, Yang Jun’s pulse was not right, very not right! However, what exactly was wrong with the pulse, he couldn’t discern.
In order to make the pulse reading clearer, Hou Jiangbao inserted a needle into Yang Jun’s elbow, at the Quchi Acupoint.
After inserting the needle and taking the pulse again, the pulse was indeed clearer. Hou Jiangbao felt more certain and immediately regained his confidence.
Hou Jiangbao had someone turn Yang Jun over and took a Silver Needle, ready to insert it into his Tiantu Acupoint.
Qin Feng guessed Hou Jiangbao’s intention and hurriedly stopped him, "Quack, if you insert that needle into the Tiantu Acupoint, you’ll take half the patient’s life. I guarantee the moment your Silver Needle enters, he will spurt a mouthful of blood all over your face!"
Hou Jiangbao was stunned for a moment. He hadn’t expected Qin Feng to know that he was aiming for the Tiantu Acupoint. But after looking at the position where he held the Silver Needle, he quickly realized.
It turned out that it wasn’t that Qin Feng had read his mind, but merely that his Silver Needle was already positioned right above the Tiantu Acupoint. Thus, Hou Jiangbao concluded, Qin Feng had likely just memorized some acupoints by rote while studying.
"Heh!" After sneering, Hou Jiangbao looked down on Qin Feng and said, "You think just because you memorized a few acupoints, you understand traditional medicine, you understand acupuncture? A waste who’s been expelled, what qualifications do you have to be giving advice to a Divine Doctor like me?"
Having said that, Hou Jiangbao’s Silver Needle pierced straight into Yang Jun’s Tiantu Acupoint without any hesitation.
Spurt...
Yang Jun did indeed spray out a mouthful of dark blood, covering Hou Jiangbao’s face.
Everyone present was stunned by the reaction, which was exactly as Qin Feng had described, and they looked at Qin Feng incredulously. A few even began whispering among themselves.
"Could this kid actually be capable? Was he right?"
"How is that possible? Divine Doctor Hou is the owner of Apricot Grove Hall and the heir of the Hou Family. The Hou Family is a Traditional Medicine Family with a thousand-year heritage."
"Sure, Apricot Grove Hall has a reputation, but it’s very expensive to seek treatment there. Us ordinary folks, who would dare to go there for medical care! As for the medical skills of the Hou Family, we’ve only heard about them, never really witnessed it."
"Exactly, Hou Jiangbao is known as Hou Sanzhen, but how many needles has he inserted by now? Not only is the problem unresolved, but it has become worse."
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People were talking, some continuing to stand by Hou Jiangbao, others beginning to doubt him.
Hou Jiangbao, who had wanted to show off and promote his renown as a Divine Doctor, turned black with a face splattered with dark blood after hearing the crowd’s discussion.
Hua Feiyang quickly took out a pack of wet wipes, wiping Hou Jiangbao’s face.
As he wiped, he yelled at the crowd, "If you don’t understand, don’t blabber here. My master’s last needle was to detoxify Mr. Yang. To expel the poison from Mr. Yang, my master didn’t mind dirtying his own face! And here you are, doubting my master, questioning his benevolent healer’s heart!"
Hua Feiyang’s words seemed logical, and the crowd immediately quieted down and stopped their discussions.
Hou Jiangbao was pleased with Hua Feiyang’s quick-wittedness. However, this sly old fox was not about to immediately take Hua Feiyang as his apprentice; he needed to observe him more.
Seeing Hua Feiyang dutifully wiping Hou Jiangbao’s face clean, Qin Feng reminded with a chuckling smile, "That wet wipe is mint-flavored, and while it may have a refreshing coolness, because the black blood Yang Jun just spat out is poisonous, Divine Doctor Hou’s face will immediately break out in many red pimples and become unbearably itchy."
"Nonsense!"
Hou Jiangbao had just finished speaking when his face suddenly became itchy. He hurriedly stretched out his hand to scratch it.
"Divine Doctor Hou, you really mustn’t scratch! Your face is already poisoned; the more you scratch, the itchier it becomes, and the itchier it becomes, the more you’ll want to scratch. If you scratch even once, you’ll fall into an endless cycle. Eventually, you’ll scratch your face until it’s oozing pus!"
Qin Feng’s warning stopped Hou Jiangbao from scratching. He endured the itch without touching his face, knowing Qin Feng was correct.
Even though he knew some of what Qin Feng had said was right while he was inserting needles into Yang Jun, he still continued. After all, the needles were being inserted into Yang Jun, not into himself. Even if something went wrong, it would be Yang Jun who suffered, not him.
With his face unbearably itchy but not daring to scratch, Hou Jiangbao could only twitch the corners of his mouth, trying to alleviate the itch on his face.
The itch created by witchcraft was said to be a thousand times itchier than the scratching of a hundred claws, unbearable for the common person. Even for Hou Jiangbao, it was intolerable.
