After awakening her X-ray vision, the beautiful CEO couldn't sit still any longer.

"Rise!" Ye Tian moved his finger.

His right hand transformed into a blurry, almost invisible to the naked eye. It wasn't the traditional twisting and lifting technique, but rather an extremely high-frequency and precise acupuncture method!

The silver needles in his hand transformed into more than a dozen almost invisible silver rays of light.

With an indescribable speed, the needle struck the boy's vital acupoints, including Tanzhong, Yutang, Zigong, Huagai, and Xuanji, as well as the starting and ending points of several key meridians on his arm.

Ye Tian's movements were so fast that they created a "whooshing" sound as he moved through the air, yet they were as gentle as if he were merely brushing away the dew from the petals.

Each needle strike carries a wisp of true energy, highly condensed from the Xuan Tian Yin Yang True Scripture.

Like the finest probe, it precisely cuts into the meridian nodes where toxins and stagnation block the skin the moment it pierces the skin.

This is not the kind of acupuncture method that should exist in the world.

This is the Reversal of Yin and Yang Rejuvenation Needle Technique, which has been lost for nearly a thousand years.

This is a heaven-defying acupuncture technique that can revive the dead and heal the wounded, a technique so advanced it can rival even the King of Hell in speed.

This acupuncture technique aims to unblock the heart meridian by using qi to guide the needles without relying on external medicine.

For example, dredging dangerous river channels before floods breach the dikes forces toxins and violently drive them to the extremities, thus preserving the life force of the core organs!

Zhou Zhiming's pupils suddenly contracted, his heart filled with utter horror.

What did he see?

He saw that under the child's skin, as Ye Tian's fingers trembled, extremely tiny, lifelike protrusions were rapidly moving, spreading from the chest to the limbs!

This was completely beyond his physiological understanding!

"Witchcraft?...This is witchcraft..."

Zhou Zhiming's lips trembled, and the phone recording the video shook as if it had Parkinson's disease.

Lin Wanqing also held her breath. As a top student who graduated from a prestigious university, she knew the human body structure like the back of her hand, but she had never seen this kind of technique before.

The trajectory of the acupuncture needles and the resulting skin reactions were so bizarre they sent chills down my spine.

Is it a muscle spasm?

No, the trajectory of that movement is very regular!

The last silver needle landed on the Hegu acupoint on the boy's right hand, between the thumb and index finger.

Ye Tian suddenly twirled and vibrated his fingertips, and true energy poured in like a tidal wave!

"puff!"

The boy, who had been stiff and convulsing, suddenly arched his body upwards like a shrimp out of water!

He opened his small mouth and a stream of thick, black liquid, mixed with some undigested food residue, was violently sprayed out from deep in his throat.

When it splashed onto the cement floor, it made a slight "sizzling" corrosion sound and emitted a wisp of almost invisible white smoke!

As soon as the black blood appeared, the boy's horrifying bluish-purple complexion faded rapidly at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Although her face was still pale, the deathly desolation had disappeared.

The boy's convulsions stopped, his rolled-back eyes slowly returned to their normal position, and although they remained closed, his faint breathing became clearly audible, and his chest began to rise and fall steadily.

Ye Tian flicked his wrist, and more than a dozen silver needles flew up silently. With a flick of his fingertip, they landed neatly back in the needle box beside him.

He slowly exhaled a breath of stale air, which condensed into a faint white line in the air.

Ye Tian's true energy was greatly depleted, but seeing the child's life return filled him with warmth and invigorated him.

"They really saved him?"

Sun Yongqiang rubbed his eyes, then suddenly leaned forward, his fingers trembling as he checked the boy's breath.

Upon feeling the warm breath, his dark face instantly lit up with ecstasy.

"He's alive! He's really alive, Brother Ye! You're amazing!"

He was so excited that he was incoherent, and his eyes were filled with disbelief as he looked at Ye Tian.

"Thank you, doctor, thank you for saving my child! I'm bowing down to you!"

The rural woman knelt down in front of Ye Tian with a thud and bowed deeply.

At that moment, she saw Ye Tian as if he were a living bodhisattva descended from the heavens.

"Get up quickly, no need to bow, this is what I should do."

Ye Tian quickly helped the rural woman up.

Zhou Zhiming's mouth was agape, and his phone fell limply to the ground.

His mind went blank; all his malicious schemes crumbled the moment the boy spat out that mouthful of black, poisonous blood.

Does it defy common sense about life? Western medical theory cannot explain it?

But the facts are right in front of us!

How is that possible?

Lin Wanqing's knuckles turned white as she gripped the edge of the medicine cabinet.

A voice inside her said: It's fake! It must be a coincidence!

Or it could be some kind of trickery or deception!

But what she saw was like a red-hot branding iron, fiercely searing the scientific barriers she had believed in for over a decade, making a sizzling sound.

The air inside the clinic seemed to freeze for a full three seconds.

Then, suddenly the clinic door was violently kicked open again!

"Doctor, doctor, help!"

"Quick! Bring him in! Please! Help me!"

"There are several more, all with the same symptoms: foaming at the mouth, convulsions, and rolling their eyes!"

More screams and wails poured in!

Seven or eight family members, in a flurry of activity, carried more patients into the already cramped clinic!

People of all ages and genders were affected, and their symptoms were strikingly similar to those of the boy from earlier: bluish-purple complexion, convulsions, foaming at the mouth, and loss of consciousness!

"We had seafood stew soup for lunch at our construction site canteen!"

A woman with tears streaming down her face tightly gripped the sleeve of Sun Yongqiang, the only doctor present wearing a white coat, as if grasping at a straw.

"Less than an hour after we finished eating, this is what happened!"

I called an ambulance, but they said they couldn't come because there was a multi-vehicle collision on the West City Elevated Road, and it's completely blocked!

We can only send them to the nearest clinic. Please, please save them!

Cries, pleas for help, the unconscious, agonizing screams of patients, the panic of family members…

It instantly filled the small Renxin Clinic!

The strong smell of seafood, the sour stench of vomit, the smell of sweat, and the pungent odor of cheap perfume mixed together, almost suffocating.

Sun Yongqiang looked at the dozen or so people rushing in, his vision blurred, and he almost lost his footing.

He couldn't save just one patient, and now there are more than a dozen more patients whose lives are hanging by a thread. How can he save them?

This situation has become so serious that it is completely beyond his control.

Zhou Zhiming's face turned even whiter than the patient's in an instant!

His first instinct was to sneak out the back door.

He can make excuses for one or two people, but what about so many?

They're all poisoned!

What if he dies here, especially with the director of the antique market in the presence of him...?

He felt ice-cold all over, as if he could already see his future and his life in danger.

"Trying to leave?"

A piercing scream rang out. Li Xiulan, the woman who had just carried people in, was among those poisoned, including her husband.

She pounced on him like a lioness, grabbing Zhou Zhiming's arm tightly, her nails digging almost into his flesh.

"You're in charge of this area, I know you, you can't leave."

You need to find a way to save them quickly. You're the leader; if anything happens to any of our people, you won't be able to escape!

Upon hearing this, the other family members immediately fixed their desperate and angry gazes on Zhou Zhiming, like countless bloodstained knives.

Several burly family members had already subtly blocked the front and back doors of the clinic.

Zhou Zhiming was so frightened that his legs went weak, and his lips trembled:

"I'm from the management office. If your people are poisoned, you should see a doctor. It's no use coming to me."

"I'm not a doctor, and I don't know how to save lives. Why are you stopping me?"

"Stop talking nonsense!" Li Xiulan's eyes were bloodshot.

"You're in charge of this area, so you have to take responsibility if something goes wrong."

"If you can't even save someone yourself, then find us a doctor. Otherwise, none of you are leaving this room today!"

She had descended into a semi-mad state; her husband was on the verge of death, and all notions of leadership and authority had become meaningless.