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"You should worry more about yourself."

Chen Huo snorted coldly.

As he spoke, he opened his needle case and took out a silver needle.

A surge of immense internal energy erupted forth.

With a flick of his finger, the silver needle flew out and landed precisely at the intersection of the midline of the patient's head and the line connecting the tips of the ears, penetrating the flesh an inch deep.

Zhou Jingxing originally intended to reprimand Chen Huo.

But upon seeing this scene, his eyes widened as if he had witnessed something unbelievable. His mouth gaped open, yet he couldn't utter a single complete sentence.

"This...this..."

Other TCM practitioners at the scene had the same expression when they saw this.

"No! This is impossible!"

"How did they do that? It's unbelievable!"

"I've never seen or even heard of such a needle technique before!"

"Incredible skill! Absolutely incredible skill!"

"..."

The traditional Chinese medicine practitioners qualified to treat Zhao Yuechun at his home were undoubtedly all highly experienced, and they could tell at a glance that Chen Huo had needled the patient's Baihui acupoint with the first needle.

Baihui acupoint can open the orifices and awaken the mind, calm the nerves and soothe the spirit, and raise yang and lift sunken qi.

This matches the patient's current symptoms.

The problem is that, in traditional Chinese medicine, acupuncture requires finding the right spot and inserting the needle slowly.

And what about Chen Huo?

The silver needles were launched directly from a distance.

That's fine.

The location was just right, and the depth was perfect.

With this skill alone, no veteran Chinese medicine doctor present could match him.

Zhao Yuechun also looked incredulous upon seeing this.

He was a martial arts master, and his perspective on this matter differed from that of doctors like Zhou Jingxing. He saw Chen Huo's ultimate control over power, something that could not be achieved without thousands upon thousands of hours of practice.

The force used must be neither too much nor too little.

Based on this alone, it is certain that Chen Huo must have amazing talent in martial arts. Looking at the Zhao family members, he sadly discovered that none of them could compare to Chen Huo.

Chen Yuanshan almost burst out laughing when he saw this scene.

He wasn't actually sure if Chen Huo could cure Old Master Zhao's illness.

But Chen Huolu's skill alone has already proven his talent. Even if he doesn't achieve much in medicine, he can still shine in the martial arts.

With such a prodigy in the Chen family, how could they not prosper?

Just as everyone was still in shock, and Chen Huo took out the second silver needle, an untimely voice rang out.

"No! This is nothing! It's just a quack's trick, all flash and no substance. Can it really cure diseases? Don't be fooled by him, I don't believe he can cure diseases with acupuncture!"

Zhou Jingxing spoke very quickly, and his expression was somewhat excited.

He couldn't accept the fact that his acupuncture skills were inferior to those of a young man like Chen Huo, so he could only use this method to save face and make himself feel a little better.

His words were echoed by some of the doctors present.

"That's right, this is a magic trick!"

"All this fancy stuff is useless!"

"This is for medical treatment, not a performance!"

"..."

However, some doctors chose to remain silent.

They felt that Chen Huo might have real skills.

Otherwise, how could he be so calm and composed?

Upon hearing this, Chen Huo's face darkened, and he rebuked him without any politeness:

"I'm not arguing with you because you're old, and I'm giving you some face. Are you still going to keep going? I'm here receiving treatment, what are you trying to get by with your whining? You're asking for it!"

After speaking, Chen Huo looked at Zhao Yuechun.

"Patriarch Zhao, do you think this illness is still curable?"

Chen Huo was somewhat dissatisfied with Zhao Yuechun.

This person watched the doctors' infighting like a bystander. As a patient's family member, this was really inappropriate. As for Chen Yuanshan, he didn't care. He never felt that he was family with Chen Yuanshan.

Zhao Yuechun was cunning and shrewd; he understood perfectly well what Chen Huo meant.

He was somewhat annoyed to hear that Chen Huo didn't even call Uncle Zhao.

But right now, it seemed only Chen Huo could cure his father's illness, so he could only endure it, glancing at Zhou Jingxing with a gloomy expression and saying:

"It's very impolite to disturb someone's treatment, so please be mindful of that."

Zhou Jingxing and the others looked very uncomfortable upon hearing this, but they didn't know what to say. It was indeed impolite to disturb the doctor's treatment, and they dared not disobey Zhao Yuechun's words.

But their doubts about Chen Huo have not changed.

"Get him treated, don't waste any more time."

Zhao Yuechun stated.

At this moment, Chen Yuanshan spoke up, "Alright, let's stop arguing and get the old man treated quickly."

He has high expectations for Chen Huo's performance going forward.

Chen Huo snorted.

He picked up the silver needles, his hand moving so fast it left afterimages. With a flick of his fingers, nine silver needles flew out, their tips piercing the patient's nine acupoints, including Baihui, Shenting, and Qihai.

The depth of needle insertion was just right, and the position was accurate to the millimeter.

He then stepped forward and gently twisted the end of the needle with his fingers, sometimes turning it lightly, sometimes lifting and inserting it. His movements were fluid and seamless, as if he had practiced it hundreds or thousands of times.

Even laymen like Zhao Yuechun and Chen Yuanshan could tell that Chen Huo's move was quite extraordinary. Veteran Chinese medicine practitioners like Zhou Jingxing were almost dumbfounded, their faces filled with disbelief.

Inserting a needle into empty space, with the utmost precision.

If one is a coincidence, what about nine?

Even if Zhou Jingxing and the others were arrogant, they were deeply impressed by Chen Huo when they saw this scene. Their contempt completely disappeared, and all that remained was awe.

Just then.

Zhou Jingxing suddenly exclaimed.

"The Nine Needles of Hunyang! This is the Nine Needles of Hunyang!"

"I once saw it in an ancient book; its most distinctive feature was the technique of applying needles in mid-air, and the detailed descriptions are extremely similar to your method!"

"I initially thought this was just ancient people talking nonsense, but now it seems I was simply ignorant!"

"Young friend Chen Huo, I wonder if your acupuncture technique is called the Hunyang Nine Needles?"

Chen Huo nodded upon hearing this.

"You do have some knowledge."

He did indeed use the Hunyang Nine Needles technique, and it was the most basic of the Hunyang Nine Needles techniques. Zhou Jingxing was able to recognize it, which shows that he had some knowledge.

Zhou Jingxing's attitude has changed drastically from previously scolding Chen Huo as a "child" to now calling him a "little friend." At this point, he no longer dares to look down on Chen Huo in the slightest.

The other veteran Chinese medicine doctors widened their eyes upon hearing this.

"The Nine Needles of Hunyang? This legendary acupuncture technique actually exists?"

"Thank heavens! To witness the Nine Needles of Hunyang today makes this life worthwhile!"

"Young friend Chen Huo, where did you learn your acupuncture technique?"

"How can you, at such a young age, have mastered such exquisite acupuncture skills?"

"..."

For a moment, all the veteran Chinese medicine practitioners present stared at Chen Huo as if they had seen a rare treasure. If they could get some guidance from him, it would be an incredible opportunity for them.

Seeing everyone's reactions, Zhao Yuechun felt a surge of excitement within him.

Saved!

My father might really be saved!

Chen Yuanshan, on the other hand, had a smug look on his face.

He couldn't help but smile.