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

"The ambulance still cannot get through."

Doctor, please, I beg you, you must find a way to save them.

They are the heads of their families, with elderly mothers in their eighties and young children to feed. They absolutely cannot die.

If they die, so many families will be ruined.

The family members who called for an ambulance had completely given up hope.

Now everyone's hopes have been placed on Ye Tian.

Ye Tian nodded solemnly: "I will definitely do my best!"

Ye Tian took out the silver needles, turned around, and his footwork suddenly changed.

It was no longer the steady, unwavering movement of before, but had transformed into a fleeting, elusive phantom.

They moved so fast through the cramped space filled with patients that they left only blurry afterimages.

He held the needle in his left hand and used his right hand's five fingers to pluck flowers, each strike incredibly precise.

The first needle was applied to the "Shanzhong" acupoint of a burly man who was foaming at the mouth most violently.

The moment the needle pierced through the skin, a barely perceptible ripple appeared on the silver needle.

The burly man trembled violently, then suddenly opened his mouth and gushed out a large amount of foul-smelling black water. His eyelids twitched, and although his breathing was weak, he managed to stay alive.

The second needle was inserted into the "Shenmen" acupoint of a girl who was having convulsions.

The technique was so fast it was dazzling, as if the needle wasn't being pierced, but rather being silently inserted into the acupoint by some force.

The girl's convulsions stopped abruptly, the hoarse sounds in her throat gradually subsided, and her breathing became steady.

The third stitch, the fourth stitch...

Ye Tian moved among the patients with a mysterious gait, each step subtly following a certain rhythm, drawing in the faint air currents within the clinic.

He drew his needles with lightning speed, the needles following his body, his body moving at will. In his hands, the thirteen silver needles transformed into thirteen silver streaks chasing the boundary between life and death.

There was no trembling sound from the silver needles, only an extremely faint hissing sound as the needle tip pierced the air and entered the skin.

And the uncontrollable tremors of the patient's body the moment the silver needles were inserted, followed by the sound of vomiting poison.

One needle, one life.

Every stitch was perfect.

The family members covered their mouths tightly, afraid that their screams would disturb the god-like figure.

This isn't just medical skill, it's a miracle!

Zhou Zhiming's legs went weak, and he slumped against the medicine cabinet, his cell phone, which was recording the video, already lying on the ground.

His eyes bulged out as he stared intently at Ye Tian's inhuman speed and the unbelievable sight of every needle bringing the patient to life.

Only one thought remained in my mind: It's over, it's all over now. This isn't human, it's a ghost, a demon, a god, it's definitely not human!

He kicked a hornet's nest, no, he kicked a meteorite!

Lin Wanqing's nails dug deeply into her palms, but the stinging pain couldn't bring her back to her scattered mind.

Her world is collapsing.

Her pride and her familiarity with both Chinese and Western scientific theories seemed so pale and laughable in the face of this incredible, miraculous acupuncture technique.

Those darting figures, those lightning-fast silver needles, and the patients' immediate reactions were like heavy hammer blows, striking the mental defenses she had built up over twenty years.

For the first time, she realized with such clarity that her understanding of the world was probably barely scratching the surface.

As the last needle was slowly withdrawn from the Baihui acupoint of the last unconscious old man, Ye Tian's figure suddenly stopped.

He remained standing in the center of the clinic, sweat dripping from his forehead, his face slightly pale, the continuous high-intensity circulation of his inner energy having taken a heavy toll.

But his back was as straight as a spear, and his eyes were as sharp as ever.

Around him, the seventeen poisoned patients, though still weak, had all stopped vomiting and convulsing.

The lightest one could already speak in a low voice, and the heaviest one, a middle-aged man, even tried to sit up with the help of his family members, his eyes regaining their clarity!

Seventeen stitches!

Each needle can be fatal, yet each needle can also prolong life!

"Thump!"

A muffled thud.

Li Xiulan, the peasant woman who was the first to rush in, saw her husband's dark circles fade, his eyes focused, and him smiling weakly at her. Overwhelming joy and fear overwhelmed all her reason.

She turned around abruptly and kowtowed repeatedly to Ye Tian, ​​who was standing still after putting away his needles!

"Miracle doctor, you are a god descended to earth!"

You are a living bodhisattva who saves us from suffering! I kowtow to you!

"My whole family will set up a longevity tablet for you!" She wailed, and red marks quickly appeared on her forehead from kowtowing.

This triggered a chain reaction.

"My benefactor!"

"Thank you so much, doctor, for saving my life! Thank you!"

Patients and their families, whether able to move or not, all faced Ye Tian's direction, kneeling or bowing deeply.

Cries, shouts of gratitude, and gasps of relief at surviving the ordeal mingled together, breaking through the low roof of the clinic.

Amidst this wave of fervent gratitude and adoration for Ye Tian, ​​Zhou Zhiming's panic reached its peak.

Ye Tian is a miracle doctor? This is the loudest slap in his face!

It was a monstrous wave that could completely overturn his position as director of the Diancheng Antique City Management Committee!

He, a professionally trained man who spent over a decade working his way up to this position, just now asserted that those people were beyond saving and told people to prepare for their demise.

In the blink of an eye, Ye Tian used a few silver needles and a bunch of cheap herbs, along with this unorthodox acupuncture technique, to revive everyone.

If this gets out, Zhou Zhiming will become the biggest joke in Diancheng, no, a sinner!

Falsely accusing a miracle doctor, delaying treatment, and committing dereliction of duty and perverting the law!

Fear instantly overwhelmed Zhou Zhiming's reason, transforming into an even more frenzied malice.

"It's all fake, fake!"

Zhou Zhiming suddenly jumped up and screamed, his voice distorted by extreme fear.

"This isn't medical skill, it's sorcery, it's a charlatan's trick!"

He must have poisoned it beforehand, and now he's pretending to be trying to detoxify it!

Yes! That's exactly it! He was trying to blackmail him! He wanted to extort money! He even wanted to kill him!

Zhou Zhiming frantically pulled out his phone, his fingers trembling as he dialed a number. He didn't call the hospital, but directly dialed a leader in the municipal bureau he knew, roaring incoherently:

"Feed? It's me, Zhou Zhiming. Send someone here immediately, Renxin Clinic!"

Yes, in the old town's antique market, there's a dangerous individual named Ye Tian.

He is practicing medicine illegally here, using unknown methods, and is suspected of poisoning people before faking treatment, endangering public safety!

Yes, extremely dangerous, violent tendencies! Quick! Send people immediately! He might want to hurt more people!

The person on the other end of the phone seemed to still be asking questions when Zhou Zhiming impatiently hung up, pointing at Ye Tian with a fierce but weak expression.

He shouted to the stunned family members of the patients, "Don't be fooled by him! He's a conman! The police are on their way! Only by arresting him can you be safe!"

However, this time, his incitement received no response.

The family members were initially taken aback, then their faces showed expressions of extreme anger.

"You're talking nonsense!"

A young worker who had just been rescued broke free from his family's support and pointed at Zhou Zhiming, cursing angrily.

"I almost met my maker just now, but this benefactor pulled me back."

What were you doing, you damned director? You left us to die!

"Exactly! You're the one who poisoned them! Your whole family poisoned them!"

"Arrest him! Arrest this damn supervisor first!"

The seventeen rescued people and their families, along with the neighbors who rushed to watch after hearing the news, were now united in their hatred of the enemy.

They spontaneously surged forward, not to surround Ye Tian, ​​but to surround Zhou Zhiming, whose face was deathly pale!