Fang Er:..........
"Do you want me to replace it with an alloy one?"
Xue Rengui's face instantly turned awkward: "Hehehe, I was just kidding, kidding..."
Fang Er glared at him impatiently: "Rest well, and wait for the new arm to be cultivated!"
With that, he turned and left the ward.
This son of a bitch, it's almost like peeling a pomegranate, and he wants to replace it?
Aren't you afraid of killing the girl!
What, do you want to be like a beggar, only satisfied if you can't find a suitable cylinder?
Xing Bukui did not keep him waiting for too long; he returned the next day from the Ten Thousand Rivers Realm.
He also brought back two dragon eggs, each as tall as a person, and a pile of strange equipment that was difficult to comprehend.
The laboratory in the research institute was ready, and Director Wang and others were already waiting.
When the dragon eggs appeared, everyone's eyes widened.
"This egg is so big!"
"More than big, it's enormous!"
"There are even patterns on the eggshell?"
"Listen, it sounds like there's a heartbeat inside."
"........."
Xing Bukui laughed heartily: "Let me tell you, just for these two dragon eggs, Long Yang almost got stabbed to death by Kuai Boyi!"
"Only when he learned it was for junior Fang did he agree to give them."
"These two dragon eggs will hatch in at most half a month. They are perfect for extracting stem cells."
Fang Er shivered at the words. Kuai Boyi stabbing Long Yang, the scene was too much to bear thinking about.
Two meters eighty..........
After Xing Bukui finished speaking, he began his work.
Using tools, he cut a fist-sized opening on one end of the dragon egg, and then inserted a silver needle about a meter long and as fine as a cow's hair.
In Fang Er's eyes, the silver needle was softer than noodles, and it was difficult to pick up, let alone use it to extract stem cells.
But Xing Bukui merely flicked his wrist, and the silver needle became incredibly obedient.
Director Wang gasped: "This is unscientific!"
Sun Simiao glanced at him: "Scientific? Heh heh..."
Director Wang's face flushed, feeling like he had said something wrong. He quickly bowed to the old man in the ancient style: "Please enlighten me, Ancestor."
Sun Simiao stroked his beard and said meaningfully: "The only use of science is to prove that science is unscientific!"
Director Wang scratched his head, feeling like he had heard these words somewhere before.
Sun Simiao continued to explain: "How long has science been born? After the concept of science emerged, how many times have future generations overthrown the definitions of science by predecessors using scientific theories?"
"Therefore, science is not the only standard!"
"Life goes on without science."
"Remember, the only eternal thing in the world is the Dao!"
"Besides that, everything else is just fleeting clouds!"
With that, he picked up another identical silver needle from the workbench. Under Director Wang's astonished gaze, he flicked his wrist lightly, and the silver needle, softer than noodles, suddenly became straight in his hand.
Director Wang was shocked because the tip of the silver needle had pierced his pants and inserted itself into the Zusanli acupoint on his calf!
"Judging by your appearance, you've been having trouble sleeping lately, with abdominal distension and eructation. Let this old man give you a needle."
Sun Simiao said as he manipulated the silver needle in his hand.
Using a meter-long silver needle for acupuncture, Director Wang had never even heard of it, let alone experienced it!
Hua Tuo, Zhang Zhongjing, and others stroked their beards, watching with smiling faces.
A moment later, when Sun Simiao withdrew the silver needle, the old men seemed intrigued.
"Come, come, young Sun, I have a set of acupuncture techniques here that have been lost in your time. It's called the Peach Blossom Needle, and it's very effective for regulating the body of someone as young as little Zhang."
Zhang Zhongjing took the silver needle, flicked it casually, and the tip of the needle pierced Director Wang's back at the Zhiyang acupoint.
Sun Simiao, seeing this, quickly took out his portable needle bag and spread it on the workbench.
Zhang Zhongjing nodded with satisfaction, swept his right hand over the needle bag, and imperceptibly held three silver needles between his fingers.
"Mingmen, Hunmen, Yanggang!"
"Qihai, Guanyuan, Pohu!"
"The Nine Yang Technique!"
"Three in, three out! Shallow first, then deep."
"Five fen deep, one cun deep!"
"........."
He spoke as he moved around Director Zhang. The silver needles in the bag visibly decreased.
Sun Simiao watched intently, holding a small notebook and continuously recording.
Director Zhang was internally tense, cold sweat dripping down his forehead.
Most of these acupoints were life-threatening. Any slight mistake would result in death or disability!
What is wrong with these ancestors...
I just said it wasn't scientific, was that a crime...
Are you trying to torture me to death?
He wanted to cry but dared not move, fearing he would disturb Zhang Zhongjing's needling.
Zhang Zhongjing's acupuncture did not last long. After only three minutes, he pulled out the silver needles from Director Zhang's body one by one.
But then, Hua Tuo stepped forward.
"Since that's the case, I shall also show off my skills!"
After him, Li Shizhen also walked forward with a smile and bowed to the older men who preceded him.
"As a junior disciple, though my skills are not perfect, I have also developed a set of acupuncture techniques. I would like to ask for your guidance, seniors!"
........
A group of old men took turns, and the silver needles on Director Zhang's body never stopped!
They were pulled out and inserted, inserted and pulled out.
Insert, pull, insert, pull.............
Fang Er was stunned. Wasn't this a laboratory?
Wasn't he observing Xing Bukui extracting stem cells?
How did it turn into a teaching session?
Also, aren't you afraid of killing someone?
While he was bewildered, the experts and scholars who had come from the main world with Director Zhang were even more bewildered!
Each time these elders performed acupuncture, they would announce the name of the technique.
Such as Zhang Zhongjing's Peach Blossom Needle, Hua Tuo's Chongyang Needle, etc., all lost ancient acupuncture techniques!
Xing Bukui occasionally looked up at them, then buried his head in his own work. He couldn't understand these acupuncture skills and had no interest in them.
All he wanted to know now was what miracles would occur by integrating the genetic fragments of the black dragon into the human genome!