Chapter 9

Not long after, Old Han brought another set of golden needles, which numbered over a hundred in total.

Mo Wen took the golden needles without much ado, walked to the bedside, glanced at the patient, and then reached into the sandalwood box, where several gleaming golden needles were instantly clasped between his fingers.

He lifted the blanket and slowly inserted three golden needles into the area of the heart of the old man, then took out a few more needles from the box and inserted them into the cerebral cortex, followed by the arms, legs, soles, and back, continuously inserting more golden needles.

Mo Wen was very meticulous, not daring to be the slightest bit careless with each needle, as the areas where the golden needles were inserted were all critical regions of the human body's meridians and blood vessels. Any slight mistake could lead to the patient's death. Moreover, the more golden needles used, the greater the difficulty, and he had to control the entire process. Even a single mistake in the sequence of needle insertion could ruin everything.

Everyone in the room watched Mo Wen intently, with tension, anticipation, curiosity, and more worry. After all, Mo Wen was just a teenager, and it was hard to believe that he could accomplish what so many experts and masters had failed to do.

Old Han squinted his eyes and stared intently at Mo Wen. Perhaps the patient did not understand acupuncture, but he was an expert in this field and knew very well the risks involved in inserting eighty-one golden needles into the human body's acupoints and meridians. If not handled properly, the consequences would be unimaginable.

However, he did not say anything, because he knew that if he did, the others would not allow Mo Wen to treat the patient. But if they did not let Mo Wen try, what could they do? They had no confidence in treating the patient, otherwise, they would not have delayed for so many years. If they did not let Mo Wen try, the old man would still die. Since they could not save him, why not let Mo Wen give it a try, perhaps a miracle would happen.

It took Mo Wen a full half hour to insert all eighty-one golden needles into the old man's body. There was no way around it; if it were the Mo Shen of his previous life, it would not have taken so long, and he could have done it in a matter of minutes.

But now was different. This was Mo Wen's first time using his current body to perform acupuncture, and he was definitely not as skilled as before. Moreover, the Mo Shen of his previous life had cultivated inner energy, which enhanced his senses and made his movements precise and agile, making the use of golden needles a simple task.

Wiping the sweat from his forehead, Mo Wen secretly resolved to cultivate his inner energy again, otherwise, many medical techniques would be impossible to perform, and even a minor ailment would be so troublesome.

"How is it? Is it done?"

Seeing Mo Wen stop, Yun Xiaoman could not help but ask impatiently. She was the most anxious person in the room, her nerves never relaxing.

"Just wait ten minutes."

Mo Wen nodded slightly. This technique was called "Golden Needle Sealing," which used golden needles to interfere with and seal the body's acupoints and meridians from the outside, blocking the spread of toxins and even compressing them into a fixed meridian, preventing them from escaping.

The Purple-Blue Flower Toxin was a toxin that adhered to the meridians, so the "Golden Needle Sealing" technique had a significant inhibitory effect on it, quickly suppressing the symptoms of the toxin.

However, this was only a temporary solution. The large amount of Purple-Blue Flower Toxin gathered in the meridians would still erupt in the future, and when it did, it would be even more intense. This toxin was notoriously difficult to treat, and it could not be cured unless all the toxins were completely removed from the body. Mo Wen had only temporarily suppressed the toxins.

"Wait ten minutes?"

Old Pan and Vice President Zeng exchanged glances, both seeing a hint of doubt in each other's eyes. They only had a basic understanding of acupuncture and did not understand the intricacies. However, after the needles were inserted, the patient showed no adverse reactions or changes, so they were not worried.

The other experts also looked at each other, unable to understand what was happening. Treating a condition with just a few golden needles, without any medication or medical equipment, seemed almost unreal. However, they were not impatient people; to work at the First Military District Hospital, they had to be far more patient and steady than the average person.

Only Old Han's eyes revealed a hint of shock, his gaze fixed on the patient. With his understanding of human anatomy, all eighty-one golden needles were inserted into acupoints and meridians. For the patient to show no adverse reactions with so many needles was a miracle. He truly could use eighty-one golden needles simultaneously to treat the patient!

Time slowly passed, and the silence in the ward seemed to slow down time. Everyone could almost hear their own heartbeats. However, they did not have to wait the full ten minutes before someone noticed something.

"Th-That... those golden needles!"

Shen Jing pointed at the golden needles on the old man's body, her eyes wide with disbelief.

Her words immediately drew everyone's attention to the golden needles.

"The color has changed...!"

"How is that possible!"

"What's happening?"

...

They saw that the golden needles inserted into the old man's body had changed color, their surfaces covered with a layer of purple-blue light, as if they had been dipped in paint, reflecting a purple-blue glow that seemed almost illusory.

"Detoxifying! The strange toxins are really being forced out."

Old Han stepped forward in surprise, looking at the patient with excitement. He had tried many methods to remove the toxins from the old man's body, but the toxins were so stubborn that not only did he fail, but they also rebounded, causing the toxins to erupt prematurely.

But now, the toxins that had plagued him for years were being gradually extracted from the patient's body, which filled him with joy.

"Is the old man's condition really caused by toxins?"

Old Pan's eyes also flashed with surprise, looking at the golden needles whose color was deepening. The scene before him was truly unbelievable. Although he had long known that the acupuncture techniques of ancient China were profound, seeing it in person still left him in awe.

"Indeed, I have long suspected that it was a strange toxin causing the condition, but I could never find a solution. Today, seeing that Mo Wen has come to the same conclusion, I asked him for help."

Old Han took a deep breath and glanced at Mo Wen with a meaningful look. He had only hoped for a slim chance, treating the patient as if he were already dead, but Mo Wen had given him a pleasant surprise.

Mo Wen glanced at the patient, his expression calm. The golden needles were not only meant to seal the meridians and block the spread of toxins but also had a detoxifying effect.

The toxins in the patient's body were spread throughout, and once the meridians were sealed, the toxins would concentrate and overflow, then be expelled through the golden needles.

After ten minutes, the eighty-one golden needles had almost all turned a deep blue-purple, gleaming with a cold, dark light, like coiled venomous snakes.

The patient, however, underwent a remarkable change. The terrifying blue-purple color on his skin gradually faded and disappeared within a short time, and the old man's skin returned to a normal hue.

"It's really cured."

Old Pan turned to look at Mo Wen, his eyes flashing with a complex expression. Was he really just a student who had failed the college entrance exam? At this moment, he seemed more like a medical expert!

Zeng Yanting also touched his nose, standing awkwardly by the bedside. He had scolded Mo Wen for talking nonsense, but now the facts were clear, and his words had backfired, making him feel embarrassed for the first time in front of a younger person.

However, with the old man's condition under control, he felt a sense of relief and gratitude towards Mo Wen.

Seeing the patient's condition improve, Mo Wen got up and left the ward. As for the subsequent treatment, it was not his concern.

"Mo Wen, please wait a moment!"

As he stepped out of the ward, a voice called out from behind. It was none other than the old man surnamed Han.