Sun Wuwei's shirking of responsibility and attempt to shift blame immediately made Zhang Yang frown, feeling greatly displeased.
Lin Miaoshou was furious and reprimanded him, "Sun Wuwei, a person should have a conscience! Zhang Yang is kindly helping us, how can you push all the blame onto him!"
Sun Wuwei was unconcerned and sneered, "Don't say that. I never asked Zhang Yang for help. Lin Miaoshou, this is you and Zhang Yang acting on your own. Don't try to drag me down with you."
After speaking, Sun Wuwei quickly looked at Mangzi. "Brother Mangzi, you saw it all. If Third Master has an accident, you find Lin Miaoshou and them. This matter has nothing to do with me."
Mangzi frowned. Although he found Sun Wuwei's behavior disgusting, what Sun Wuwei said made some sense. He immediately stepped forward towards Zhang Yang. "You are so young, and a traditional Chinese medicine practitioner? Are you confident? If anything happens to Third Master, you..."
"If you want your Third Master to live, shut your mouth!" Zhang Yang interrupted Mangzi impatiently. Then, he looked at Lin Yiyi and said, "Yiyi, quickly go get a few boxes of silver needles and a basin."
With that, Zhang Yang unbuttoned Third Master's clothes. True qi emerged from his fingertips, and he quickly inserted silver needles one by one into Third Master's body. Instantly, Third Master's upper body skin began to turn red.
"What is this..." Lin Miaoshou's eyes narrowed. Zhang Yang's needling technique seemed to lack a pattern. However, Lin Miaoshou vaguely guessed something but wasn't sure.
Soon, Lin Yiyi also brought the silver needles. Zhang Yang took them and sterilized them with true qi, continuing to needle Third Master's body. Soon, another box of silver needles was used up. Zhang Yang picked up another box and continued needling in the same manner.
As time passed, Third Master's upper body was covered in silver needles, resembling a hedgehog. The surface skin also visibly turned crimson. In fact, at this moment, some areas of the skin had begun to ooze blood.
Seeing this, Lin Miaoshou suddenly understood! He knew exactly what Zhang Yang was doing and was greatly impressed. Mangzi, an outsider, was startled by the changes in Third Master's body. "Kid, what happened to Third Master!" he roared. "What are you doing! Stop it quickly!"
Zhang Yang frowned and ignored him. This infuriated Mangzi, who stepped forward to grab Zhang Yang. However, Zhang Yang suddenly turned his head, casting a terrifying gaze. Mangzi felt a chill run down his spine and froze on the spot.
"Don't cause trouble. Stand still obediently, or if he doesn't survive, it will be your fault!" Zhang Yang said coldly.
"You..." Mangzi was speechless but also intimidated. The commotion at the bedside had attracted Sun Wuwei, who was standing further back. As a Western medicine practitioner, he couldn't understand what Zhang Yang was doing. However, he wouldn't miss this opportunity to curry favor with Mangzi and kick someone when they were down.
"Brother Mangzi, Third Master's condition is very grim. His skin is congested, and his blood vessels are about to burst! Zhang Yang and Lin Miaoshou are not saving him; they are harming him!"
Upon hearing this, Mangzi's expression changed drastically. However, before he could act, Zhang Yang suddenly pulled out the silver needle that was earliest inserted into Third Master's philtrum. At the same time, he straightened the fingers of the man's right hand and pricked the fingertips of each of the five fingers with silver needles.
*Sssst!*
Immediately, streams of black blood spurted from Third Master's fingertips. This black blood was foul-smelling and sprayed directly onto Sun Wuwei's face as he was pontificating. Sun Wuwei, unable to react, even swallowed some of it.
"Cough, cough, ugh~" Sun Wuwei coughed, feeling very uncomfortable. Zhang Yang sneered at this and then had Lin Yiyi bring over the prepared basin to catch the black blood flowing from Third Master's fingertips.
Afterward, Zhang Yang's palm emerged with true qi, and he continuously tapped the silver needles inserted into Third Master's upper body. With each tap, he would then pull out the needle. Finally, when Zhang Yang removed all the silver needles, Third Master's congested skin quickly returned to normal.
Having finished, Zhang Yang threw the silver needles into the basin collecting the black blood. "All done. The person is saved," Zhang Yang said.
Mangzi blinked repeatedly, shocked by Zhang Yang's methods. "It's done? Third Master is okay?" Mangzi asked blankly.
Zhang Yang glanced at him, knowing he still didn't believe him. So, he decided to see the job through. He sent a wisp of true qi into Third Master's body to help him wake up quickly.
Instantly, Third Master, lying on the hospital bed, weakly said, "Water... I... want water."
Now, Mangzi was completely convinced that Zhang Yang had saved the man. He quickly grabbed the water cup from the table and carefully fed Third Master.
Afterward, Mangzi suddenly faced Zhang Yang and shouted, "Brothers of the Fengyun Society, kneel with me!"
*Bang!*
Mangzi knelt first. Then, with the sound of knees hitting the ground, everyone knelt towards Zhang Yang. "Doctor Zhang, I was blind earlier and offended you. I, Mangzi, am a rough man and apologize to you here."
"Thank you for saving Third Master."
With that, Mangzi was about to kowtow to Zhang Yang. Zhang Yang quickly stepped forward and supported him. "No need to kowtow. Since the person is saved, don't trouble these doctors anymore. They will still be needed for Third Master's recovery."
With that, Zhang Yang turned to leave. However, as he reached the door, he suddenly remembered something and turned back to Mangzi. "By the way, Third Master was poisoned by a blood蛊 from the Miao ethnic group. He could have held on for a while longer, and it wouldn't have acted up so quickly. But because of the IV drip administered last night, the poison's onset was accelerated. Be more careful in the future and trust traditional Chinese medicine."
Although Mangzi was a rough man, he was also intelligent. He understood Zhang Yang's meaning and immediately raised his hand, signaling the Fengyun Society brothers to grab Sun Wuwei. "Drag him out. I don't want to see him in Jiangnan City tomorrow."
Instantly, Sun Wuwei, who was still retching, turned pale with fear and begged for mercy. "No... don't! Brother Mangzi, I know I was wrong, please spare me..."
Mangzi ignored him. Sun Wuwei quickly looked at Zhang Yang, hoping he would spare him. But Zhang Yang had already left the ward. Sun Wuwei then turned to Lin Miaoshou. "Director Lin, we are colleagues, please say something for me."
Lin Miaoshou's gaze was cold. "Heh, you remember we're colleagues now? Those who do too much evil will eventually destroy themselves!"
With that, the grandfather and granddaughter also turned and chased after Zhang Yang.
...
"Yiyi, handle that black blood properly, and those silver needles are no longer usable, so discard them," Zhang Yang instructed as they left the hospital.
"Don't worry, I know," Lin Yiyi replied with a sweet smile. "Thank you so much today, otherwise, things would have been troublesome."
Lin Miaoshou also expressed his gratitude, "Zhang Yang, it's all thanks to you."
Hearing this, Zhang Yang couldn't help but smile wryly. The grandfather and granddaughter escorted him all the way to the hospital entrance, their thanks never ceasing.
"It was just a small effort. No need to thank me again. If there's nothing else, I'll be going now."
The two nodded and watched Zhang Yang leave. Lin Yiyi's eyes sparkled with a different kind of light. She greatly admired those skilled in medicine, especially traditional Chinese medicine. The astute Lin Miaoshou seemed to sense Lin Yiyi's thoughts and suddenly smiled meaningfully, "Yiyi, you're not young anymore. It's time to find a boyfriend. I think Zhang Yang is quite good."
"Grandpa, what are you talking about?" Lin Yiyi's face turned red.