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The two bickered all the way to the pharmacy Huichuntang.

Huichuntang is one of the top-tier traditional Chinese medicine shops in Nanjing. It has been rooted in the old city center since the Tongzhi period of the Qing Dynasty, and has a history of more than 100 years. It is a national medicine landmark trusted by the locals.

The owner of Huichuntang was none other than Feng Yizhen, who was known as the King of Medicine in Nanjing.

However, the atmosphere inside Huichuntang was somewhat somber at this moment.

Feng Yizhen, dressed in a blue cloth robe, was intently administering acupuncture to an old man.

The old man's name was Ma Teng, the head of the Ma family.

The Ma family has been in business for generations, with businesses spanning real estate, catering, logistics, and other fields. They are the head of the three major families in Nanjing.

Standing next to Ma Teng was his son, Ma Fei, dressed in a suit and tie, with a stern face and piercing eyes watching Feng Yizhen's every move.

"Doctor Feng, it's been two hours already, are you even ready?"

Feng Yizhen's expression was not good.

He has practiced medicine for decades; what kind of difficult and complicated diseases hasn't he seen?

However, Ma Teng's illness is really troublesome. He has accumulated many old ailments, and his internal organs have been damaged to varying degrees. In addition, he is old and has a deficiency of qi and blood. If he is not careful, he may cause serious problems.

Yesterday, he was delayed by Li Zhongguo's matter and was turned away when he went to the Ma family for a consultation. Today, he specially invited Ma Teng to Huichuntang, thinking that he would show off his skills to express his apology. However, he did not expect that he could not get it right after so long, which was really embarrassing.

"Um... Mr. Ma, please don't worry, I... I'll try again!"

Feng Yizhen took a deep breath, picked up a silver needle, aimed it at the Feishu acupoint on Ma Teng's back, and slowly inserted it.

The moment the needle entered the acupuncture point, Ma Teng's body trembled violently, he spat out a mouthful of blood, and slumped onto the examination chair, his breath weak.

"Dad!" Ma Fei's expression changed drastically. He rushed forward to support Ma Teng and turned to glare at Feng Yizhen.

"Feng Yizhen, my father only came here to treat an old ailment, and you not only dragged it out for two hours, but you also made him vomit blood during the acupuncture. Do you even know how to treat illnesses?"

Feng Yizhen quickly checked Ma Teng's pulse and felt a chill run down his spine.

Oh no, the needle pressure was too strong and damaged the lung meridian!

"I'm sorry, Mr. Ma, I made a mistake by accident, but rest assured, I will definitely take full responsibility."

"Take responsibility? What makes you think you can take responsibility?"

Ma Fei was furious: "Yesterday I heard that you misdiagnosed the old master of the Li family and almost delayed saving his life, so I refused to let you in."

"But you shamelessly invited my father over, only to treat him like this. I think your title of 'King of Medicine' is completely empty; your medical skills are utterly terrible!"

Feng Yizhen was sweating profusely, unsure how to explain himself.

At the crucial moment, the shop door was pushed open, and Su Hao and Song Xiaoxiao walked in side by side.

"Boss, do you sell high-quality ginseng here?"

"master?!"

Feng Yizhen recognized Su Hao at a glance, her voice filled with barely suppressed excitement.

Ignoring Ma Fei's murderous glare, he exclaimed joyfully, "Mr. Ma, I am powerless to help your father with his illness, but there is one person who can definitely cure him!"

After saying that, Feng Yizhen, as if grasping at a lifeline, quickly stepped forward and bowed deeply to Su Hao.

"Master! Please help Old Master Ma!"

Song Xiaoxiao was stunned.

Although she had never met any important figures, she had been influenced by Feng Yizhen, a great man, since childhood.

These medical giants are actually called Master Su Hao?

"You scoundrel, you didn't cast a spell on Doctor Feng too, did you?"

Su Hao did not respond to Song Xiaoxiao's words, but instead looked in the direction Feng Yizhen pointed.

He only glanced at it briefly before concluding, "The vital energy of the five internal organs is mostly depleted, the lung meridian has been punctured by the silver needles, causing blood and qi to flow in reverse, and old injuries are deeply entangled in the spleen and kidneys. If this continues for another half hour, even a celestial being would find it difficult to save him."

Feng Yizhen felt nothing but boundless admiration.

He had previously only managed to detect the damage to the lung meridian by taking the pulse, but Su Hao, with just a glance at the qi, accurately described the underlying hidden dangers. This skill of observation was something he could never hope to achieve even after a lifetime of arduous practice.

"The master's insight is truly remarkable!"

Feng Yizhen bowed again: "I am incompetent and have accidentally injured Elder Ma. I implore you, Master, to save him! A generous reward will be given upon completion!"

Su Hao waved his hand: "There's no need for such a large sum of money. You're an old friend of Old Master Li, and you were busy helping him yesterday, so it's only right that I lend a hand."

He stepped toward the examination chair, and just as he was about to begin, Ma Fei suddenly reached out and stopped him.

"Wait a minute! I don't know why Feng Yizhen calls you 'master,' but you look like you're only in your early twenties, barely grown up, what could you possibly know about acupuncture and medicine?"

It's no wonder Ma Fei was suspicious, since even Song Xiaoxiao thought so.

Traditional Chinese medicine emphasizes the accumulation of experience; those with superb medical skills are inevitably over fifty years old.

Most young people in their early twenties have only just grasped the basic theories and may not even be able to remember all the meridians in the human body, let alone see through the hidden injuries of internal organs at a glance.

Su Hao glanced at Ma Fei and said indifferently, "You are thirty-two years old this year. You have a weak spleen and stomach from birth. You suffered from anorexia and physical weakness for many years when you were a child. When you were about fifteen years old, you went out racing and your chest was hit hard by heavy protective gear, leaving a hidden internal injury."

"Over the years, you've been busy with business, working day and night, constantly smoking and drinking, and eating only greasy and highly nourishing foods. Your internal injuries keep flaring up, and you suffer from chest tightness and pain every night, making it difficult to fall asleep. Is there any truth to what I'm saying?"

Ma Fei froze, his pupils dilating suddenly.

These were his secrets that he had kept hidden for over a decade. He had nearly died from a car accident that hit his chest, and he had never revealed the hidden illnesses he had developed since then to anyone, not even his personal assistant. Yet the young man in front of him had revealed everything with just one glance.

Before Ma Fei could recover, Su Hao revealed an even deeper, hidden medical history: "When Ma Fei was young and making his way in the business world, he got into a fight and was shot in the lower back, near his kidneys. Although the bullet was removed, his kidney energy was permanently damaged."

"Last month, I was sleepwalking late at night and accidentally fell from a building. My already weak internal organs were further damaged. Today, I was also accidentally injured in the lung meridian by acupuncture. With the combination of internal and external ailments, I ended up in this near-death state."

Ma Fei's mind went blank.

Only the older generation in the family knew about his father being shot in his early years. He had deliberately kept the news of his father's sleepwalking fall a secret, but Su Hao could tell him everything clearly.

"Who...who exactly are you?" Ma Fei's voice had unconsciously taken on a hint of respect.

Who I am is not important.

Su Hao said with his hands behind his back, "The important thing is, if you keep stopping me, your father will be in his coffin."

Ma Fei realized what was happening too late and quickly moved aside.

Su Hao walked slowly to the examination chair. Without using any silver needles, he raised two fingers, and a wisp of warm and pure true energy condensed at his fingertips. He then quickly and lightly tapped the acupoints all over Ma Teng's body, as fast as a blur.

Tanzhong, Feishu, Shenshu, Qihai...

Streams of pale golden energy flowed from his fingertips into Ma Teng's meridians, repairing the lung vessels punctured by the silver needles and suppressing the rebellious blood stasis.

To onlookers, all they could see were blurry afterimages left by Su Hao's arm, and they couldn't even discern the trajectory of his fingers.

Only Feng Yizhen stood aside, as if he were seeing a god.

"This...this...this is using qi to strike acupoints?!"