The Qinglian Thirteen Needles!
It was an acupuncture technique recorded only in ancient texts.
In all these centuries, it had only been witnessed once by someone.
That was a hundred years ago, to be precise.
Zhao Shuanghe was acutely aware of this, for the sole eyewitness to the Qinglian Needle technique was his ancestor, Zhao Gaoming!
Zhao Gaoming was a wandering physician during the Republic of China era, a hundred years ago. Once, while treating a warlord's son, he made a mistake and almost killed the young master. Consequently, he was tied to the city wall, awaiting execution.
At this moment, a young man suddenly appeared and, with the astonishing Qinglian Needle technique, healed the warlord's son.
Ancestor Zhao Gaoming knelt and thanked the young man, willingly becoming his servant.
Thus, Zhao's ancestor followed the mysterious young man across the land, and three years passed.
One day, the young man declared their fated connection had ended. He left his ancestor a book titled "Nanshan Acupuncture Technique" and then vanished.
The Zhao family, known as the Nanshan Divine Needles, rose to prominence based on this very technique.
These family secrets surfaced in his mind.
Zhao Shuanghe's entire body trembled. "Impossible! It's just similar. It's absolutely not the Qinglian Divine Needles. My ancestor Zhao Gaoming and three generations of our family have searched for over a hundred years and have never found a successor to the Qinglian Needle technique."
As he muttered to himself, Qin Yexuan's silver needles flashed again.
This time, the Qinglian light shimmered brilliantly, and thirteen needle tips appeared consecutively.
Zhao Shuanghe rubbed his eyes desperately.
He had no choice but to believe.
No one could perform such a miracle.
It was undoubtedly the Qinglian Thirteen Needles.
Each of the thirteen needles had its own unique effect, and when used together, it was said they could revive the dying.
Indeed, Qin Yexuan then said calmly, "Miss Xu Xiayu was almost unable to hold on just now and was in a critical state. I had no choice but to use this technique to revive her. The subsequent treatment methods are inconvenient to demonstrate here; I require a private chamber!"
Now, no one could speak.
Because on the hospital bed, Xu Xiayu let out a soft moan and woke up.
She felt relaxed and entirely unlike her previously lifeless state; instead, she was full of vigor.
"What happened to me?" Xu Xiayu rubbed her head. "Did I just faint from exhaustion? There are so many people here! Please leave, I want to go back to Hong Kong now. Did my husband call? He'll be angry if I don't call him back."
Xu Xiayu was in excellent spirits, livelier than a healthy person, and talked incessantly.
The Xu family, overjoyed, knelt before Qin Yexuan.
Saving Xu Xiayu meant saving the entire Xu family, for if anything had happened to her, they would not be able to face her husband.
Qin Yexuan looked at them. "Don't celebrate too soon. Miss Xu still needs further treatment; this is merely a temporary revival from my needle technique."
"I'm not staying here for treatment. I'll go back to Hong Kong to find a private hospital. I want to leave," Xu Xiayu declared.
The Xu family looked distressed.
At this moment, Zhao Shuanghe rushed forward, almost grabbing Qin Yexuan's clothes. "You, you explain clearly to me, where did you learn this technique? Tell me quickly, tell me!"
Qin Yexuan sneered coldly. "It's my own technique. Do I need to learn it?"
Zhao Shuanghe's eyes widened, then he suddenly roared, "You're talking nonsense! That mysterious divine doctor from a hundred years ago had no successor. You must have stolen it! Tell me clearly!"
Zhao Qingshan, who had been looking embarrassed, now piped up, "My uncle was just joking earlier. You really think you're worthy of being your disciple? Damn it!"
Qin Yexuan said indifferently, "Then you can get lost! It's not easy to become my disciple. Your ancestor Zhao Gaoming? He's not qualified either!"
This statement infuriated Zhao Shuanghe. "Who do you think you are? Very well, state your name!"
"Uncle, his name is Qin Yexuan, he's just a nobody."
*Slap!*
*Slap!*
Zhao Shuanghe raised his hand and slapped the good-for-nothing twice. "Get lost! Do you need to butt in on this matter?"
With that, he flicked his sleeve and departed.
The elders from the world of traditional Chinese medicine exchanged knowing glances. "The Qinglian Needle technique! We must make this kid hand it over. He can't monopolize it alone."
Zhao Shuanghe and his group were in a hurry to meet Physician Fan from the Divine Doctor's Hall. Jiangcheng's renowned physician Yuan Nanqiu and leaders from the Health Protection Bureau were also waiting there.
But as soon as he left the hospital, he made a stern gesture. "Send everyone to monitor Qin Yexuan. The Qinglian Needle technique must be obtained!"