Chapter 82

Hearing Su Qing's words, Xia Shihan felt incredibly surprised. What chronic illness did the mayor have that he didn't know about? She glared at Tang Yu again, wondering how he had met her parents. It seemed that they all treated Tang Yu with such friendliness and respect, as if he were a treasure. Thinking of this, Xia Shihan felt a surge of anger. However, she didn't return to her room; instead, she wanted to see how Tang Yu would treat the mayor.

"Fine, I want to see how you treat my father. Go ahead!" Xia Shihan said coldly.

"Have you had enough? Go back to your room!" the mayor shouted. Besides being angry, he was also worried that Xia Shihan's presence might affect Tang Yu's performance. Moreover, it was a sensitive area, and it wouldn't be appropriate with his daughter around.

Su Qing seemed to have an idea and smiled at Tang Yu, asking, "Tang Yu, should we step out for a moment?"

"Oh, no need. Acupuncture doesn't necessarily require taking off pants. Mayor, please sit down. I'll start the treatment now," Tang Yu said with a faint smile. He had thoroughly understood Xia Shihan's quick-to-anger personality.

This school beauty was not to be trifled with.

"Without taking off pants?" The mayor glanced at Su Qing. Could he accurately insert the needles without taking off his pants? But seeing Tang Yu's confident demeanor, the mayor didn't say anything. After all, his future happiness was in Tang Yu's hands, and he had to follow his instructions.

The mayor nodded with a smile and sat on the sofa. Tang Yu asked him to lie down on the couch, legs apart. Even for the mayor, this position was embarrassing, but for the sake of treatment, he had no choice.

Tang Yu adjusted the information in his mind and said, "The mayor's chronic illness has been around since the early days of human existence. The acupoints are blocked, and the blood vessels are congested, making it difficult for natural functions to occur. In fact, every man will experience some degree of qi and blood vessel blockage, but the severity varies. In most cases, it doesn't affect functionality, but the mayor's acupoints are almost completely blocked, preventing blood circulation and smooth flow. How can there be any function then? The medicine I gave the mayor earlier was to prepare for today's acupuncture, to awaken the acupoints I need to treat."

As Tang Yu spoke, he picked up a needle. Su Qing, Xia Shihan, Secretary Li, and the mayor were all somewhat puzzled. Xia Shihan was particularly surprised. Tang Yu's words didn't seem like a fabrication, but when did he learn all this? Still, she said coldly, "Hmph, what are you talking about? Making things up."

Tang Yu held a silver needle in front of his eyes, its cold gleam making one shiver. "Mayor, it will hurt a little. You need to bear with it."

"Okay, don't worry, I can endure it," the mayor said excitedly. Looking at the silver needle, he felt a bit nervous, but the thought of his chronic illness being cured by acupuncture made him extremely excited. Moreover, Tang Yu's explanation made sense, which boosted his confidence.

Tang Yu looked at the mayor's waist and continued, "The human body has countless acupoints, each with its own function. Today, I will be treating eleven acupoints, seven of which have names. Three of these acupoints are symmetrical on both sides. Starting from the Zhongji point in the abdomen, down to the Qugu and Ren pulse, and then to the three symmetrical points on both sides of the legs: Jipulse, Yinlian, and Wuli, as well as the Huiyin and Bigu points. These eleven acupoints must be connected to unblock the qi below the waist. However, truly unblocking these eleven acupoints is not easy and might take a few days."

When they first heard Tang Yu's words, they might have thought he was speaking casually, but now, hearing the names of the acupoints and seeing him point to their locations, they were even more astonished. Xia Shihan's lips trembled, unsure of what to say. Although she didn't understand most of the acupoints, her excellent grades meant she knew a few, and Tang Yu's pointers were correct. This showed that he wasn't making things up but truly understood.

To remember so many acupoints and know their exact locations, and to accurately insert the needles, was already a sign of a master.

"Alright, the introduction is over. Now, I'll start. Mayor, hold still," Tang Yu said, pinching the needle and quickly inserting it into the Zhongji point on the mayor's abdomen. The mayor grunted, beads of sweat forming on his forehead. But for the sake of happiness, he endured. Tang Yu then slowly inserted each needle, being extra cautious despite the clear view of the acupoints.

Moreover, during the acupuncture process, Tang Yu had to be exceptionally focused, feeling the qi flow through the silver needles into the mayor's acupoints. This was something that surprised Tang Yu after reading the detailed explanation. This qi, called true qi, was part of the "Fengyun Decree" and required cultivation. Once the true qi was used up, it had to be replenished through practice. Fortunately, this practice wasn't like the long meditations in the cultivation novels Tang Yu had read; it was normal exercise and eating, just with higher requirements.

After the eleven needles were inserted, Tang Yu was drenched in sweat, his forehead covered in fine beads of sweat, and his face pale from exhaustion.

The mayor wasn't much better, in great pain. The eleven needles were spread across different areas, especially the Huiyin point (those who don't know where the Huiyin point is can look it up). He had to maintain an awkward posture to avoid pressing the needles into his body.

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