"Little Wan, can you handle it?"
Jiang Yichun looked at Wan Yunting in surprise, not doubting his medical skills, but because Tian Guofu was not suffering from a normal illness, but a strange condition caused by evil spirits. Without some ability to suppress and expel evil, it would be impossible to control the strange condition.
Jiang Tongxin raised an eyebrow, her eyes filled with doubt. Although hospital instruments and diagnoses could not determine whether Tian Guofu was burned or had some illness, Jiang Tongxin did not believe that Tian Guofu's condition was caused by evil spirits.
Facing the doubts of Jiang Yichun and Jiang Tongxin, Wan Yunting pondered for a moment. Having made up his mind, he said, "Elder Jiang, do you know about the Thirteen Needles of Ghost Gate?"
"You're talking about the Thirteen Needles of Ghost Gate, which has been lost for ages?"
Jiang Yichun was astonished, his old eyes widening. He excitedly asked Wan Yunting with doubt, "Little Wan, could it be that you are..."
"Yes."
Wan Yunting nodded and said firmly, "I am the successor of the Thirteen Needles of Ghost Gate, a direct disciple of Gongsun Xiuliang!"
"What, you, you are truly Mr. Gongsun's disciple?"
Jiang Yichun stared with his old eyes, looking at Wan Yunting with disbelief.
Regarding the legendary "Ghost Hand Medical Saint" Gongsun Xiuliang, who was renowned in the 1950s and 1960s, he was known to everyone in the traditional Chinese medicine community at the time.
The Thirteen Needles of Ghost Gate he inherited had saved countless lives during that era, and he was hailed as a contemporary medical saint.
However, for some unknown reason at that time, the Ghost Hand Medical Saint mysteriously disappeared overnight!
According to the rumors at the time, Gongsun Xiuliang had offended a powerful figure and was pursued and killed.
Countless rumors abounded, and Gongsun Xiuliang vanished from the public eye. Although some people didn't believe the rumors, as years passed, everyone in the traditional Chinese medicine community reluctantly accepted that the Ghost Hand Medical Saint, Gongsun Xiuliang, might have met with misfortune.
Yet now, Jiang Yichun's old eyes widened in disbelief as he looked at Wan Yunting. Ever since Wan Yunting was released from prison and displayed extraordinary medical skills at the Southern Hospital, Jiang Yichun had been very curious about his background and his teacher.
Wan Yunting hadn't revealed it at the time because the timing wasn't right. He chose to tell Jiang Yichun today because he trusted him, and the timing was also ripe after his master's departure.
Meanwhile, Jiang Tongxin looked at her suddenly excited grandfather with confusion, not understanding who this Ghost Hand Medical Saint that Wan Yunting mentioned was.
After all, Gongsun Xiuliang became famous in the 1950s and 1960s. Let alone Jiang Tongxin, even if one asked Chinese medicine practitioners in their forties and fifties today, they probably wouldn't know who the Ghost Hand Medical Saint was.
"My master has been in Huadu Prison all along!"
Looking at the disbelieving Jiang Yichun, Wan Yunting briefly explained, "I learned all my medical skills from him in prison. I am also his only direct disciple, which is why I inherited his Thirteen Needles of Ghost Gate acupuncture technique!"
"I still find it hard to believe. You mean he's been in Huadu Prison all these years?"
"Yes."
Wan Yunting glanced at Jiang Tongxin, knowing she wouldn't recognize his master and wouldn't care about such matters. Therefore, he didn't evade her, only telling his grandfather Jiang Yichun, "Elder Jiang, you must know some of my master, the Ghost Hand Medical Saint's deeds from back then. As for why he remained hidden in Huadu Prison for so many years, I won't go into detail."
"I understand."
Jiang Yichun nodded. He himself didn't quite understand why the Ghost Hand Medical Saint had disappeared overnight, as he was only in his twenties and a newcomer to traditional Chinese medicine at the time.
Then Jiang Yichun asked, "Does Old Gu know about this?"
Wan Yunting shook his head, "He doesn't know yet, but I plan to find him this afternoon and tell him."
Jiang Yichun nodded. At this moment, he also believed that Wan Yunting was a direct disciple of the Ghost Hand Medical Saint. After all, with such exceptional medical skills, it was impossible for someone without a formidable master to teach such a talent as Wan Yunting.
"I still don't understand. What does this have to do with treating the patient?" Jiang Tongxin seized the opportunity to interject, looking at Wan Yunting.
"You silly girl, I told you to learn more about Chinese medicine, but you insisted it wasn't scientific."
Jiang Yichun turned and glared at Jiang Tongxin, then pointed at Wan Yunting and said, "Little Wan is a direct disciple of the Ghost Hand Medical Saint and inherited his lost Thirteen Needles of Ghost Gate! To outsiders, these Thirteen Needles of Ghost Gate are known as acupuncture techniques for treating mental disorders, epilepsy, and other diseases."
"But those of us in the inner circle know that the Thirteen Needles of Ghost Gate are actually a set of evil-suppressing acupuncture techniques specifically for treating strange conditions caused by evil spirits. So, Little Wan can now exorcise and suppress the evil for that Tian Guofu, do you understand?"
Jiang Tongxin listened, somewhat dazed, but she understood. She said to Wan Yunting, "To put it simply, you can now exorcise ghosts, right?"
Her words made Wan Yunting choke, and he didn't know whether to laugh or cry.
"You don't understand, so don't speak nonsense. Do you still want to treat that Tian Guofu? If you believe us, then let Little Wan try!" Jiang Yichun said.
Jiang Tongxin nodded, "Okay, then I'll see what kind of tricks you're playing."
"Forget it, Little Wan, no need to explain so much. Let's go out."
Jiang Yichun couldn't be bothered to talk to his granddaughter anymore. He pulled Wan Yunting and left her office. Suddenly, he seemed to remember something and exclaimed, "Little Wan, last time you asked Gu Shiren, Old Gu, to speak outside, did you reveal your identity, and that's why he suddenly changed his mind?"
"Yes."
Wan Yunting nodded with a smile.
"No wonder."
Jiang Yichun realized, finally solving that mystery. "So, that afternoon, you took Mr. Gu to visit your master in prison?"
Wan Yunting nodded, but said with a wry smile, "I went to see my master, but not in prison, but at a cemetery outside the suburbs!"
"Ah."
Jiang Yichun's expression froze, and he excitedly asked, "Could it be that your master..."
"Yes, he passed away a few days ago and is buried next to my parents' grave," Wan Yunting said with a slight sigh.
"Alas."
Jiang Yichun sighed, "If I had known, I should have visited that legendary master in prison."
"Little Wan, when the time comes, you can take me to see your master's grave. I'll offer him some incense," Jiang Yichun said.
"No problem."
Wan Yunting nodded with a smile, then held Jiang Yichun's arm. "Dean Jiang, I hope you can keep this matter confidential. I cannot publicly disclose my master's identity for the time being to avoid unnecessary trouble!"
Jiang Yichun paused and looked at him, seemingly understanding something. "Don't worry, Little Wan, I won't tell anyone. And you, Tongxin, don't go blabbing about it."
Jiang Tongxin looked somewhat speechless, as she still didn't know what this Ghost Hand Medical Saint or Thirteen Needles of Ghost Gate that Wan Yunting mentioned was. Therefore, she couldn't be bothered to talk about these things with others.
"Please." Wan Yunting said to her with a smile.
"Don't worry, I'm not a gossip."
Jiang Tongxin said expressionlessly, then opened her office door and let them out.