Sent to the countryside, I turned the health center into a top-tier hospital.

He took a deep breath, pinched the needle handle between his thumb and forefinger, and gently twisted it.

Once, twice, three times.

The old farmer's body trembled violently, and a muffled groan escaped his throat.

"Don't move," Chen Ping said in a low voice, pressing down on the old farmer's shoulder with his other hand.

The second needle was inserted into the Neiguan acupoint.

The third needle was inserted into the Ximen acupoint.

The fourth needle is inserted into the Quze acupoint.

His movements became faster and more steady.

With each stitch, the fingers would gently twist, sometimes clockwise, sometimes counterclockwise, sometimes lifting and inserting, sometimes plucking.

Those techniques weren't ones he'd learned; they were given to him by the "library" in his mind. But his hands seemed to be born with them, each needle more precise than the last.

Wang Jianguo watched in stunned silence.

He had been a doctor for twenty years and had seen many acupuncture treatments, but he had never seen this kind of needling technique before.

It's fast and accurate, with each needle hitting the acupoint, but it doesn't completely follow the traditional meridian pathways.

He couldn't even name some of the acupoints, and their locations were strangely off-center, but Chen Ping just stuck them there without hesitation.

"What...what kind of acupuncture technique is this?" Liu Wei asked Wang Jianguo in a low voice.

Wang Jianguo shook his head and didn't say anything.

Zhao Guosheng stood to the side, his hands trembling.

He wasn't excited, he was scared.

If something goes wrong, he, as the dean, will be in deep trouble.

But he didn't dare to stop him; given Old Zhang's condition, it was indeed too late to send him to the city.

When Chen Ping inserted the twelfth needle, the old farmer's arm was covered with a dense row of silver needles, stretching from his wrist all the way to his shoulder.

Each needle trembled slightly, as if something was flowing beneath it.

"Bring me a basin," Chen Ping said without looking up.

Li Fang quickly ran into the pharmacy and took out a plastic basin.

Chen Ping lifted the old farmer's arm, palm down, and aligned it with the rim of the basin.

Then he pinched the tip of the old farmer's middle finger with his thumb and forefinger and gave it a gentle squeeze.

A stream of dark purple blood oozed from his fingertip and dripped into the basin.

The blood was black, thick like ink, and made a splashing sound as it fell into the basin.

Everyone was stunned.

The black blood flowed for a full two minutes before its color gradually lightened, changing from dark purple to dark red, and then from dark red to bright red.

Meanwhile, the swelling on the old farmer's arm was subsiding at a visible rate.

Starting from the shoulders, it recedes little by little, like the tide going out.

The skin color changed from dark purple to dark red, and then back to normal skin color.

Chen Ping began to remove the needles.

One needle, two needles, three needles... With each needle pulled out, a little clear liquid would seep from the puncture site. He would wipe it away with a cotton swab and continue pulling.

When the last needle was pulled out, the old farmer's arm had completely subsided, with only a little redness remaining at his wrist. The two rows of teeth marks were still there, but the surrounding area was no longer swollen.

The old farmer opened his eyes.

"I...I am..." His voice was hoarse, but clear.

"Father! Father, you're awake!"

The man rushed over, grabbed the old farmer's hand, and tears streamed down his face. "You scared me to death!"

The old farmer looked down at his arm, then at the pool of black blood in the basin, his face blank: "What... what happened? I only remember being bitten by a snake, and then I don't know anything else..."

"Dr. Chen saved you!" Wang Tao's voice trembled with excitement. "Dr. Chen used acupuncture to force the snake venom out of you! Look at this basin, it's full of venomous blood!"

The old farmer struggled to sit up, but Chen Ping held him down: "Don't move. You've just finished expelling the poison, so you're weak. Lie down for a while before getting up."

"Dr. Chen?" The old farmer looked at Chen Ping, his eyes filled with gratitude. "You're the new doctor, right? Thank you, thank you..."

"No need to thank me." Chen Ping stood up and said to the man, "Drink plenty of water when you get back, don't strain your arm these next few days, and clean the wound with iodine every day. If you feel any discomfort, come to the clinic anytime."

"Okay, okay, I've got it!" The man nodded repeatedly.

Zhao Guosheng stood to the side, forgetting to put down the enamel mug he was holding, unaware that the tea inside had gone cold.

He looked at the pool of black blood in the basin, then at the old farmer's arm that had returned to its normal color, and then at Chen Ping. He opened his mouth several times, but couldn't utter a single word.

Wang Jianguo stepped forward, picked up a used silver needle, looked at it in the sunlight, and smelled the tip of the needle.

He turned his head and looked at Chen Ping, his eyes filled with disbelief.

"Dr. Chen," Wang Jianguo's voice trembled slightly, "what's the name of your acupuncture technique?"

Chen Ping paused for a moment, his mind churning with information, and then gave a name.

"Seven Stars Chasing the Moon," Chen Ping said.

"Seven Stars Chasing the Moon..." Wang Jianguo repeated, then shook his head. "I've been a doctor my whole life, and I've never heard of this acupuncture technique."

"It's a family heirloom," Chen Ping said with a faint smile.

It's a family heirloom?

Everyone was shocked, never expecting that Chen Ping came from a family of doctors.

Wang Jianguo looked at Chen Ping with admiration and said, "Excellent acupuncture technique. Excellent skill."

Liu Wei was already incredibly excited, grabbing Chen Ping's arm: "Dr. Chen, you have to teach me! You absolutely have to teach me this Seven Stars Chasing the Moon move!"

"There will be opportunities in the future," Chen Ping smiled.

Standing at the pharmacy entrance, Li Fang looked at the pool of black blood in the basin, then at Chen Ping, and muttered, "This doctor from the city is really something..."

Cui Ying stood at the back of the crowd without saying a word.

She watched Chen Ping carefully put away the silver needles one by one, watched him squat down to talk to the old farmer, and watched him stand up and wipe the sweat from his forehead.

She recalled what Chen Ping had said last night: "I offended the boss and was sent here."

She initially thought it was just a story of an unlucky guy.

But she doesn't think that way anymore.

This person has real skills.

Zhao Guosheng finally came to his senses, put the enamel mug on the windowsill, walked over and patted Chen Ping on the shoulder, his hand still trembling.

"Dr. Chen," he took a deep breath, "thanks to you today."

"Of course," Chen Ping smiled slightly.

The tricycle sputtered away, the old farmer lying in the back. His son drove much slower, more steadily.

The old farmer's wife arrived at some unknown time, sitting on the side of the truck bed, supporting the old farmer with one hand and waving to Chen Ping with the other.

Several people in the courtyard were still looking at the basin of black blood.

Li Fang grabbed a mop and cleaned the bloodstain, shaking her head as she did so: "My God, this blood is as black as ink. The five-step snake is really venomous."

"It's not the venom of the five-step snake." Wang Jianguo squatted on the ground, using a stick to remove the remaining scabs in the basin. "It's Dr. Chen's acupuncture technique that's amazing. If the body had to expel this venom on its own, I would have died long ago."

Liu Wei was still examining the used silver needles over and over, as if trying to figure out what secrets they might hold.

Wang Tao moved closer to him, and the two whispered to each other, though it was unclear what they were saying.