Don’t Mess With Him, His Seven Senior Sisters Are Too Fierce - Chapter 9:
Chapter 9: The Marvel of the Nine Needles of Reviving Yang
“Men, beat him!”
As soon as the order was given, more than a dozen guards surged forward.
However, before they could get close, Ye Tian reached out with two fingers and easily pinched the wrist of one of the guards, twisting him to the ground.
“Ow! Ow ow ow!”
Then, with a swift kick, the man was sent flying out of the doorway.
“If you want a beating, step forward.”
At those words, none of the guards dared to advance another inch.
“This is outrageous!” Yin Huijuan was nearly driven mad with rage. She stormed toward Ye Tian, raising her hand to slap him, but he caught her wrist and effortlessly flung her aside.
Ye Tian frowned. This woman had sharp cheekbones and a flat nose—clearly a harsh and mean-spirited person. If he handled this too forcefully, he might not be able to treat Uncle Li’s illness at all.
So he softened his tone and spoke gently:
“Auntie, I came here to treat Uncle. If you don’t believe me, why not let me take a look, give a diagnosis, and have this Dr. Zhu evaluate it?”
“Hah, who do you think you are to call me ‘Auntie’!” Yin Huijuan was stubborn to the core. She had already decided Ye Tian was no good and wouldn’t budge no matter how he spoke.
Now what? She wouldn’t listen to reason or force.
Ye Tian frowned again.
He had studied only the Way from his masters on the mountain, never the complexities of social interaction. He truly didn’t know how to respond to such hostility.
Just then, Zhu Hanchun, who had been watching from the side with amusement, spoke up.
“Haha, so the kid even knows about differential diagnosis. Looks like he’s at least studied medicine.”
“You’re quite arrogant for someone who’s never been taught a lesson. Fine, go ahead and try. If you can actually cure Li Shanhe today, I, Zhu Hanchun, will wash my hands of medicine and give you my title of Miracle Doctor!”
His words shocked the room.
Yin Huijuan quickly said, “No, no! This kid is obviously full of hot air. Doctor Zhu, please don’t take it seriously. I’ll kick him out right now!”
“I’ll ask a question first!” Ye Tian raised his voice, cutting her off.
“Did Uncle Li suddenly experience cold sweats, vomiting, and diarrhea earlier, followed by total exhaustion and inability to move?”
“Is he afraid of cold, has no appetite, and has weak breathing and pulse?”
“…Yes!” Li Muqing’s eyes lit up and she immediately answered.
“Then that confirms it,” Ye Tian smiled slightly. She was not only kind but also clever, knowing how to steer the conversation.
Now that he had seized control of the dialogue, it was his time to shine.
“This is a symptom of depleted Yang—when the body’s Yang energy is exhausted. I assume Uncle Li usually overworks and doesn’t rest, leading to extreme fatigue.”
“This isn’t an incurable disease.”
“But because it was left untreated for too long, it has become critical and now threatens his life.”
Ye Tian let out a small breath, his eyes glowing with determination.
From such a distance, even a miracle doctor would struggle to make an accurate diagnosis. Fortunately, his second master had taught him Qi Observation. From across the room, he couldn’t detect the slightest Yang Qi around the patient, giving him confidence in his judgment.
Hearing Ye Tian’s words, Zhu Hanchun’s brows furrowed.
This kid… actually had some skill.
Everything he said matched Li Shanhe’s symptoms exactly.
But so what?
Zhu Hanchun immediately sneered.
“You surprised me. I didn’t expect you to recognize symptoms of depleted Yang. But what can you do about it? Li Shanhe has gone untreated for too long. He only has a thread of life left. Who has the confidence to save him now?”
“Even with my best treatment, I only have a 70% chance!”
“What do you have to offer?”
The conversation stunned Yin Huijuan, but she could tell from Ye Tian’s accurate description that he wasn’t just bluffing.
Even if Zhu Hanchun’s mouth was sharp, his words still showed that he acknowledged Ye Tian’s diagnostic skill.
Maybe… he really was capable.
Yin Huijuan started to reconsider.
At this point, she had only one goal: to save her husband.
Without Li Shanhe, who knew how miserable her future would become?
She didn’t care who did it—if he could save her husband, then so be it!
Since Zhu Hanchun had refused to help no matter how she begged, why not let this kid give it a try?
“Young man, how confident are you?” Yin Huijuan asked.
“One hundred percent.”
“Ridiculous!”
Zhu Hanchun burst out laughing and pointed at Ye Tian, not bothering to hide the disdain in his eyes.
“Even the famous Miracle Doctor Wang, Ghost Hand Wang himself, wouldn’t dare say he has a 100% success rate. And you, a snot-nosed brat fresh out of nowhere, dare to speak such nonsense?”
“Utterly laughable!”
“I suggest you get lost, change your name, and stop disgracing the medical profession!”
Tch.
Ye Tian curled his lips, completely ignoring him.
Ignorant fool.
“If you won’t treat him, then get out. Turn left at the door.”
“To see a dying man and not act… that alone makes you unworthy of being a doctor.”
“You—!” Zhu Hanchun was about to retaliate, but the words stuck in his throat. His wrinkled face flushed red with rage, but in the end, he stayed silent.
“Fine, fine, fine. Since you claim you’re so confident, then show me.”
“Just like I said—if you cure him, I’ll stop practicing medicine in Zhongdu!”
“You try it,” Yin Huijuan said.
She might be stubborn, but she wasn’t stupid. She could understand what was being said. Zhu Hanchun had clearly come to make things worse. It was better to let this young man try.
Ye Tian said nothing. With an emotionless face, he stepped through the crowd and approached the bed.
Then, in front of everyone, he unrolled a set of silver needles!
Next, he turned the patient over.
In an instant, nine silver needles were drawn out. As if magnetized, they floated and danced between Ye Tian’s fingers.
A dazzling sight!
This… was acupuncture?
Even Zhu Hanchun was stunned.
The nine silver needles were like obedient children in Ye Tian’s hands, flying and flipping through the air. One after another, he inserted them along the Du and Ren meridians with flawless precision.
Yamen, Laogong, Sanyinjiao, Yongquan, Taixi, Zhongwan, Huantiao, Zusanli, Hegu…
These were the points of the legendary Nine Needles of Reviving Yang!
Zhu Hanchun, as a fellow practitioner of traditional medicine, recognized the points immediately. But he was still shocked by the astonishing speed, accuracy, and depth of Ye Tian’s technique.
Skilled. Proficient. Unbelievable.
But even so—
The Nine Needles of Reviving Yang alone could never save Li Shanhe!
Zhu Hanchun was baffled.
But from this young man’s eyes, he saw nothing but complete confidence in his own medical skills. Where did that confidence come from?
The Nine Needles of Reviving Yang were used to stimulate and regulate Yin and Yang, restoring energy in the body.
But in Li Shanhe’s case, all Yang energy was already depleted. Without an external source of Yang, needles alone wouldn’t work.
Then suddenly, Zhu Hanchun understood.
“Hmph. Still too young!” he folded his arms and sneered coldly.
But Ye Tian didn’t care about the mockery.
He focused entirely on each needle stroke, injecting each one with pure inner energy as he followed the Sea of Yang Meridians—the Du Meridian—driving that energy directly into the points.