Peerless Divine Doctor in the City of Flowers

Ignoring the anxious Li Yizhen.

Lin Fan pried open Luo Jiuying's eyes.

His eyes rolled back, he was most certainly dead.

"I told you not to prick, but you insisted. How can an old man like this not heed advice? Do people think that just because someone has lived long, their medical skills must be excellent? Then every tortoise in a pond must be a Divine Doctor."

As Lin Fan spoke, he picked up the silver needles from the medicine box.

This reprimand left Li Yizhen's face red with embarrassment, yet he dared not retort.

On the other hand, his apprentices couldn't bear to watch.

"Don't get cocky just because you have some skills. Do you even know what it means to respect your elders and love the young?"

"My master is of such an old age; can't you accumulate some virtue with your words?"

Indeed, those who occupied the moral high ground began their verbal onslaught again.

Although their voices were not loud, when combined, they were indeed significant.

"If you're so virtuous, then you cure him!"

Lin Fan turned his head and directly handed the silver needles to them.

The crowd, with no skills to speak of, instantly shut their mouths, not daring to say more.

How could they possibly succeed in treating an illness that even Li Yizhen couldn't cure?

"Remember, a doctor's duty is to save lives and help the injured, not to act like the King of Hell. If it is beyond your abilities, do not recklessly prescribe medication. Otherwise, one life is enough to outweigh all blessings. A doctor killing a patient is the greatest sin."

As Lin Fan spoke, the silver needle had already pierced Luo Jiuying's forehead.

Unlike when Li Yizhen administered the acupuncture, Luo Jiuying had no reaction.

"Highly skilled one, what does the point on the forehead have to do with the patient's illness?"

Li Yizhen asked with a puzzled expression.

Luo Jiuying's illness was in the lungs, originating from the liver.

This point on the forehead was far from there, completely unrelated.

He couldn't imagine what kind of acupuncture would start with the point on the forehead.

"Of course it's unrelated, he's not a patient now, he's a corpse. This move is called 'Soul Lock,' otherwise if the person is revived but the soul has departed, wouldn't that result in a vegetative state?"

As Lin Fan spoke, he continued to pat Luo Jiuying's chest with his palm.

What seemed like mindless massages, concealed the profound Internal Cultivation Methods of traditional Chinese medicine.

Yes, it was the inner strength unique to traditional Chinese medicine.

Centering on the manipulation of qi, it was directly infused into the patient's body.

It aided in stimulating the blocked blood vessels, preparing for the subsequent acupuncture.

"Soul Lock... is this really traditional Chinese medicine?"

"Since when do doctors talk about souls? Do you really know what you're doing?"

As expected, Lin Fan's words once again triggered the crowd's criticism.

Hearing a traditional Chinese medicine practitioner mention 'Soul Lock' was too startling.

"Shut up, you unworthy students!"

Seeing that Lin Fan remained silent, Li Yizhen scolded gravely.

In an instant, no one dared to speak anymore.

They could only watch him eagerly, unclear why he became so furious.

"Remember this, traditional Chinese medicine originates from a part of the Zhu You Skill. It is rooted in the common origin with divination. Besides, within traditional Chinese medicine, it is said that 'the human spirit forms the soul, and if the soul disperses, the qi will cease.' This speaks of the soul. How else would there be concepts of Yin and Yang complementing each other, the Five Elements generating each other? If you ever utter such superficial remarks again, get out of my tutelage and don't claim that I taught you."

After scolding, Li Yizhen immediately turned his attention to Lin Fan.

Such an odd method of acupuncture he had never seen, but it seemed somewhat familiar.

However, that was a name that only appeared in legends, its contents incredibly powerful.

He dared not conjecture.

"Not bad, you haven't disgraced traditional Chinese medicine too much."

After the patting, Lin Fan said with a smile, and then took out twelve silver needles, winking at Li Yizhen.

Upon seeing the number of the needles, Li Yizhen's face paled, and his eyes widened.

His mouth was agape enough to fit a fist.

"Enough, everyone but Li Yizhen, get out. Don't disturb my acupuncture," Lin Fan said, glancing at Luo Shaoyong standing beside him.

The hurriedly nodding Luo Shaoyong led his subordinates to drive everyone out of the gate.

At this moment, only Lin Fan and Li Yizhen were left in the courtyard.

"You intend to use... the... 'Ghost Gate'... 'Ghost Gate'... thirteen needles!"

After the shock, Li Yizhen's voice trembled with excitement.

After all, this method of acupuncture was just a legend.

Moreover, those who could master this acupuncture technique were called Mystical Healers.

They were truly the ones who could bring the dead back to life.

"That's right, today I'll broaden your horizons. The Yintang acupoint I just needled is known as 'Ghost Palace' in the Thirteen Needles!"

As Lin Fan spoke, his right hand swiftly maneuvered the needle into the acupoint.

At the same time, he was murmuring something under his breath, which was also part of the healing arts of a Mystical Healer.

As all twelve needles were inserted, a sudden gust of wind rose out of nowhere in the previously calm courtyard.

The fierce, cold wind tore through the surrounding bamboo.

Amid the falling bamboo leaves, the world seemed to birth two qi, one black and one white.

The two clusters of qi constantly swirled around Luo Jiuying's body.

That terrifying and bizarre scene left Li Yizhen speechless with shock.

This was the wonder of a Mystical Healer.

Combining magical techniques and acupuncture to treat illnesses and expel evil.

Yang could dispel all diseases, Yin could scatter all evils.

They were truly great powers among men.

About the duration of an incense stick later, the fierce wind abruptly stopped.

The elegant courtyard once again became calm.

The black and white qi had fully entered Luo Jiuying's body by then.

Although he hadn't woken up, his originally pale face had turned rosy.

Except for the lack of breath, he looked just like he was asleep.

"It's time to get up!"

As Lin Fan removed all the needles,

Luo Jiuying suddenly sprang up, looking at the two in front of him with a shocked expression.

His eyes were wide open, staring blankly ahead.

"What happened to me? Li, what did you feed me?"

Regaining his senses, Luo Jiuying instinctively moved his body.

But he felt all his old ailments had disappeared.

Even the joint pains that came with old age were gone.

He felt as though he had instantly become thirty years younger.

He jumped on the spot a couple of times, feeling lighter than ever.

"You blockhead! You scared the life out of me! Now come here and thank the expert for saving your life."

Seeing his old friend as lively as a dragon, Li Yizhen finally let go of his worries.

He hastily pulled Luo Jiuying, who was still testing his limbs, over to Lin Fan.

"Did he save me by playing chess?"

Luo Jiuying was still not clear on what had happened.

In his mind, Lin Fan was an expert at chess.

"Are you sick in the head? The expert saved you with his medical skill, hurry up and kowtow to him."

"Damn, are you playing me, tricking me into kowtowing to him?"

"How am I playing you? If you don't kowtow, I'll do it."

"Then why don't you kowtow?"

The two old friends who had bickered for a lifetime were at it again.

Two genuine old mischief-makers.

But soon enough, Luo Jiuying also learned the truth of the matter.

He hurriedly turned to kneel.

Li Yizhen also wanted to kneel, asking Lin Fan to take him as a disciple,

but he was stopped.

"That's enough. Saving you was just a matter of convenience, no need for such grand gestures. As for taking me as a master, I'm afraid I can't handle that with you being eighty."

Lin Fan didn't want to take advantage of the two men.

Saving them today, he would definitely be able to make use of them in the future.

At the very least, he was certain he could pass the assessment from his wife.

"How about we kowtow and become sworn brothers instead? We'll honor you as our Big Brother!"

"Right, right, right. We may not seek to share the same year, month, and day of birth, but let's wish to die on the same day of the same year,"

The two old mischief-makers looked at each other and said in unison.

"You two are eighty, and you want me to join you in the grave? Is this how you repay kindness with ingratitude?"