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Chapter 3 - Chapter 3: 30,000 Yuan, Speak If You Want Treatment

"Kid, don't cause trouble here!"

At this moment, A Hu's expression also darkened as he stepped forward, reaching for Qin Yang's shoulder.

It was clear he intended to throw out this kid who was causing chaos at such a life-and-death moment.

Although Qin Yang's body was somewhat weak, he easily dodged A Hu's grasp by sliding forward, relying on his combat experience from his previous life.

"I'll ask you one last time, thirty thousand dollars, do you want the treatment or not?"

Qin Yang looked at the beautiful lady with a somewhat lazy tone.

If he weren't short of money right now, he wouldn't be rushing to treat someone. Doctors don't solicit patients, martial arts are not lightly taught, not to mention life and death on the Immortal Yuan Continent - he's seen too much of it already.

"Good kid, you actually have some skills."

A Hu said in a buzzing voice, intending to make a move once again.

"Big guy, that's enough. I'm here to treat this old man. If you want the treatment, say so. If not, I'll leave." Qin Yang frowned, his eyes coldly sweeping over A Hu.

A Hu was stunned for a moment, but didn't make another move. Instead, he turned his gaze to the beautiful lady.

The beautiful lady was also momentarily taken aback by the overwhelming confidence in Qin Yang's words.

She couldn't understand where this yellow-haired youth got his confidence. Didn't he know this was a matter of life and death?

"Miss, the ambulance will be here in five minutes!"

The middle-aged man glanced at Qin Yang with disbelief, evidently extremely doubtful of Qin Yang's words.

"Wait for the ambulance?"

Qin Yang glanced at the old man on the ground and sneered.

The old man's face was pale, devoid of color, and his breathing was extremely difficult as if he could pass away at any moment.

"Forget about five minutes, I'd say in another two minutes, this old man will be dead..."

"You!"

The beautiful lady's face turned cold as she glared at Qin Yang.

"What do you mean 'you'? The old man doesn't have time for your hesitation." Qin Yang said calmly.

The beautiful lady glanced at the old man on the stone floor, her pretty face pale, clearly realizing the seriousness of the old man's condition.

"Alright, let's just say I'm crazy. Go ahead and treat him. If you can't do it..."

"If I can't do it, I'll pay with my life, okay?" Qin Yang interrupted, lazily saying as he stepped towards the old man.

Qin Yang knelt down and took the old man's pulse. His brow furrowed; the old man's pulse was exceedingly weak, indicating that this ailment had tormented him severely.

"Silver Needles!"

Qin Yang unceremoniously ordered the middle-aged doctor.

Earlier, when the middle-aged doctor opened the medical kit, Qin Yang had glimpsed the silver needles inside.

The middle-aged doctor gritted his teeth. Since the young lady had allowed him to treat, all that could be done now was to believe this young man could indeed heal the old master.

The middle-aged doctor quickly retrieved the silver needles from the medical kit and handed them to Qin Yang.

"You two, each hold one of the old man's hands to keep him from moving." Qin Yang instructed A Biao and A Hu, the two black-clad bodyguards.

"You, help me open the old man's shirt so the clothes won't interfere with my needlework." Qin Yang instructed the middle-aged doctor.

A Biao, A Hu, and the middle-aged doctor complied.

Qin Yang took out three one-and-a-half-inch long silver needles and, without any hesitation, inserted them into three acupuncture points on the old man's left chest: Celestial Stream, Celestial Pool, and Spiritual Ruins.

These were all vital points adjacent to the heart, and Qin Yang inserted most of the silver needles in, leaving only the needle ends exposed. The middle-aged doctor was watching with bated breath.

For Chinese medicine, the middle-aged doctor considered himself quite skilled but had never seen such a perilous needling technique. The needles were almost touching the heart, right?

But it wasn't over yet. Qin Yang took out a two-inch long needle and inserted it directly between the Celestial Stream and Celestial Pool points.

"Is there an acupuncture point here?!"

The middle-aged doctor's expression changed; he knew well after years of practice that there wasn't any acupuncture point between the Celestial Stream and Celestial Pool.

"Isn't this reckless?"

The middle-aged doctor shouted inwardly, but upon seeing Qin Yang's serious and concentrated expression, he reluctantly swallowed his words.

"Old man, hang in there, it might hurt a bit." Qin Yang said, slowly rotating the long, two-inch needle with his fingers to push it deeper.

The old man's pale face suddenly showed a strange flush, and his brows knitted tightly.

It was clear, as Qin Yang twisted the silver needle, the old man was enduring unspeakable pain. His arms, with bulging veins, clenched onto the stone floor.

"Grandfather!" The beautiful lady's heart wrenched at the sight, but at this point, she had no choice but to trust Qin Yang.

"Hold him steady!" Qin Yang loudly commanded.

Hearing this, A Hu and A Biao strengthened their grip.

Qin Yang increased the speed of his needle manipulation until most of the needle was embedded in the old man's body, allowing him to breathe a sigh of relief. The old man's face also showed signs of relief from pain.

Qin Yang didn't stop; he grabbed the old man's right thumb and started massaging it gently and forcefully at times.

This time, the middle-aged doctor understood somewhat. Some acupuncture points in the thumb correspond to the heart and lungs.

With Qin Yang's massage, the strange redness on the old man's face quickly faded. His pale cheeks began regaining a healthy color, and his breathing gradually steadied.

A warm current traveled from the old man's thumb along the arm's meridians, circulating between his heart and lungs, bringing a surprisingly comfortable feeling.

The old man closed his eyes, savoring the sensation brought by the warm current.

Three minutes later, Qin Yang finally stopped, his forehead dotted with sweat.

He couldn't help it; with his mana completely gone, he could only use the medical skills learned in his previous life on the Immortal Yuan Continent to treat this illness, requiring extremely precise control. A little more or less would not work, exhausting his heart and spirit.

After finishing the massage, Qin Yang quickly removed the four silver needles inserted in the old man and handed them to the middle-aged doctor.

As Qin Yang stopped the massage, the warm current in the old man's body disappeared.

"Is it over?"

The old man opened his eyes, with a hint of loss in his voice. That feeling was too comfortable to indulge in; he hadn't felt like this in years.

"Yes, it's over. Get up, old man." Qin Yang nodded.

Supported by A Hu and A Biao, the old man stood up.

"Young man, thank you. Otherwise, this old bag of bones might have been left here today." The old man, pushing aside A Hu and A Biao's support, looked at Qin Yang, exhaled, and smiled.

"Charging for diagnosis is a doctor's duty; it's expected." Qin Yang waved his hand.

"Grandfather, you're alright now?" The beautiful lady's face lit up with joy as she clasped the old man's arm, asking with concern.

"Thanks to this little miracle doctor." The old man chuckled, looking truly restored to health.

The beautiful lady looked complicatedly at the yellow-haired... no, the little miracle doctor in front of her; who would have thought this guy could actually heal?

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