Chapter 3

The eight-inch needle is not hard to understand. Among Liu Feng's thirteen needles, eleven are silver and two are gold, and those two gold needles are as long as eight inches.

Ordinary acupuncture needles are usually one inch, one and a half inches, two inches, and at most three inches. Only a few exceptional masters can use longer needles.

The eight-inch needle is almost only mentioned in some ancient medical books. In modern times, almost no traditional Chinese medicine practitioner dares to try using it.

"Old Feng, what's special about the eight-inch needle?" Another famous doctor asked softly, standing next to Old Feng.

Yang Ding also took a step closer to Old Feng. He didn't want to disturb Liu Feng treating his daughter, but he was very curious why the appearance of the eight-inch needle had shocked Old Feng, a very famous traditional Chinese medicine practitioner in the country, so much.

Old Feng said excitedly, "Traditional Chinese medicine is divided into two schools: the Confucian and the Taoist. Both schools have needle techniques, but when it comes to the magic of needle techniques, the 'Thirteen Soul-Chasing Needles' of the Taoist school are the most remarkable. The most powerful of the Thirteen Soul-Chasing Needles is the eight-inch needle! There's even a famous saying: 'Heavenly Finger, Eight-Inch Needle, Snatching Souls from the Hands of the Dead!'"

"Heavenly Finger, Eight-Inch Needle, Snatching Souls from the Hands of the Dead!"

Yang Ding repeated the phrase, his eyes growing brighter and brighter, and he asked seriously, "Old Feng, are you serious?"

"The ancient books record it this way, but using the eight-inch needle is extremely dangerous and is almost a lost skill in traditional Chinese medicine. So I can't guarantee it," Old Feng said, his gaze returning to Liu Feng.

Yang Ding also turned around and watched Liu Feng's movements without blinking.

Liu Feng raised his hand and picked out three silver needles from the needle case, inserting them into Yang Shiwen's Baihui point on the top of her head and the Tianrong points below her ears on both sides.

Although only three needles were used, Liu Feng's speed was less than a second. Especially when he inserted the needles into the Tianrong points on both sides simultaneously, using both hands, the needles fell and were released instantly. His technique was as graceful and ethereal as playing a musical instrument, almost making Old Feng exclaim in admiration.

"Excellent technique! The Heavenly Finger technique is not only a method for pulse diagnosis but also the foundation for the Thirteen Soul-Chasing Needles. Today, I finally see this miraculous needle technique. I haven't lived in vain!" Old Feng couldn't resist the urge to speak, clenching his fists and speaking excitedly to himself.

"Old Feng, aren't you overreacting? Can't you do this kind of acupuncture?" Another Western doctor said with a tone of disdain.

Old Feng, however, said excitedly, "You Western doctors don't understand. If you carefully observe Mr. Liu's needle insertion, you'll see that the force of the three needles is the same, and they only penetrate the skin at the tip. In my opinion, the needles definitely only penetrate the skin by three millimeters. And if you look closely, you'll notice that when Mr. Liu inserted the needles, the skin of the young lady also produced ripples."

After Old Feng's explanation, the Western doctor immediately fell silent...

Liu Feng ignored the excited Old Feng and turned to Yang Ding after inserting the three needles. "Old Yang, now I'll explain your daughter's condition and treatment plan."

"Good, good, good." Yang Ding was now filled with hope and would follow Liu Feng's advice without question.

At the same time, Old Feng and the other famous doctor perked up their ears.

Liu Feng said, "Your daughter, Miss Yang, is not sick but has been poisoned. The poison is called 'Nine-Day Sinking,' extracted from the blood of a cobra and the juice of a nine-leaf flower. People who are poisoned usually feel sleepy and cold, and each time the poison发作, they will have convulsions like epilepsy, causing great pain. Ordinary doctors can't detect this kind of poisoning, and even medical instruments can't analyze it."

Hmm, hmm, hmm!

Yang Ding nodded repeatedly because the symptoms Liu Feng described had all occurred in his beloved daughter.

The two expert-level doctors were also stunned, especially Old Feng, whose eyes constantly showed shock.

Liu Feng continued, "If I'm not mistaken, your daughter was poisoned eight days ago. Initially, it was like a common cold, but it got worse each day. Today is the eighth day, right? If it reaches the ninth day, your daughter will fall into a permanent sleep."

"So powerful, it is indeed the eighth day!" Yang Ding's relaxed expression turned serious again. "Fortunately, I contacted your master's uncle in time and invited you here. Mr. Liu, I believe you can definitely cure my daughter, right?"

"Um! Now I'll get to the point."

Liu Feng said, "I used the three head-stabilizing needles to stabilize your daughter's qi and blood and the toxicity. Next, I will use the eight-inch needle to stimulate her Chong Meridian, making her internal primordial energy reach its limit, and using her own metabolic ability to detoxify. This process might be a bit embarrassing for Miss Yang, cough, cough!"

"That's fine. I understand the principle that one should not hide their illness from a doctor," Yang Ding immediately stated.

"That's good." Liu Feng's right hand reached into the needle case, and his fingers touched the two eight-inch gold needles.

Old Feng, standing beside him, was so excited that he rubbed his hands and muttered, "Heavenly Hand, Eight-Inch Needle, I'm finally going to see it! And using the eight-inch needle to stimulate the Chong Meridian, which is one of the most extraordinary of the eight extraordinary meridians, it's incredible that someone can actually treat illness through the Chong Meridian. I really..."

"Shut up!" Liu Feng suddenly turned his head and glared at Old Feng. "I'm about to use the eight-inch needle. If you keep making a fuss, I'll throw you out the window."

"Yes, yes, yes, I'll just watch and promise to be quiet," Old Feng said, as respectful as a student who has made a mistake facing a teacher.

Liu Feng nodded in satisfaction and then lifted the blanket covering Yang Shiwen to one side.

Miss Yang was wearing a soft, gauzy nightgown, all six buttons fastened, making her look very conservative. However, even so, her impressive chest and slender waist still revealed her excellent figure.

Liu Feng lifted his hand and undid the third button below Yang Shiwen's chest, revealing a glimpse of soft, white skin and two upward-curving arcs.

"Her chest is a bit big and so elastic, it's a bit of a hindrance to insert the needle," Liu Feng muttered, then picked up an eight-inch gold needle with his right hand.

At this moment, the two expert-level doctors, Yang Ding, and the two bodyguards were all focused on Liu Feng. But after hearing Liu Feng's words, they almost spat out a mouthful of blood.

But as Liu Feng raised the eight-inch needle three inches and aimed the tip at Yang Shiwen's heart, everyone's attention was once again focused on his movements.

Gulp!

At this moment, Old Feng and Yang Ding both swallowed hard, one out of excessive excitement and the other out of excessive tension.

But no one expected that Liu Feng's next move was to raise his left fist and suddenly punch Yang Shiwen's left chest.

Bang!

The few people present almost popped their eyes out of their sockets. Damn, if you're not going to insert the needle, why punch the young lady's chest? That's not very decent, is it?

Indeed, Liu Feng's punch landed right on Yang Shiwen's chest. The force was not small, making her full breasts surge under the thin gauze.

Even more exaggeratedly, after Liu Feng's punch, his right hand suddenly dropped, and the eight-inch gold needle pierced into Yang Shiwen's heart area.

Puff!

The sound of the gold needle piercing the skin was very clear in the extremely quiet room. The most terrifying thing was that this was an eight-inch needle, and Liu Feng had inserted it all the way, leaving only about two centimeters of the needle tail outside Yang Shiwen's skin.

"Shiwen!"

This time, Yang Ding cried out in alarm. If he didn't have such great trust in Liu Feng's old lecherous master, the chairman of the Dingsheng Group might have rushed over to fight Liu Feng.

"Chairman Yang, don't worry," Old Feng quickly explained in a low voice. "This needle insertion is extremely skillful. Miss Yang will be fine."

Oh?

Yang Ding turned to look at Old Feng, his eyes full of questioning.

Old Feng continued in a low voice, "If Mr. Liu had inserted the needle normally, it would have pierced the lower myocardium of Miss Yang's heart. By punching her chest first, he stimulated her heart, causing it to contract violently under the sudden impact. In the instant of the violent contraction, the eight-inch needle could avoid the lower myocardium and reach deep into the body, penetrating the Chong Meridian."

Oh!

After Old Feng's explanation, Yang Ding understood and even asked in a low voice, "To master the needle technique to this level, there can't be many traditional Chinese medicine practitioners who can do this, right?"

"Cough, cough! Not just a few..."

Old Feng coughed and said, "In all of China, there are probably no more than five people who can confidently perform this technique. I can responsibly say that this is a miraculous needle insertion!"