The carefree life of Yang Shuisheng, the village miracle doctor

"Boss Wang, he's not a doctor at all."

"He's just a country bumpkin who came to town to buy something."

Those who had just witnessed Liu Laosi's commotion couldn't help but chime in.

"He was just here buying silver needles from Dr. Li."

Upon hearing this, Wang Kun's expression turned even more unpleasant.

He shoved Yang Shuisheng aside and stood in front of the old man.

"Dr. Li, please think of something quickly, and stop just any Tom, Dick, or Harry from touching my dad."

Yang Shuisheng was pushed back a step by him, but he was not angry. He simply put away the silver needles and looked at him coldly.

A dog bites Lü Dongbin, failing to recognize a kind heart.

Dr. Li was sweating profusely with anxiety, his voice bitter: "Boss Wang, I really... can't do anything about the old man's condition..."

As he spoke, his gaze involuntarily drifted toward Yang Shuisheng, who had been pushed aside.

Thinking of the young man's precise acupressure technique to relieve asthma, and his decisiveness in stepping forward.

Looking at the elderly man whose life was rapidly slipping away, Dr. Li suddenly felt a glimmer of hope that even he found absurd.

"Comrade Yang, are you... are you confident in using acupuncture?"

Yang Shuisheng glanced at the old man, whose face was ashen and whose breath was almost gone.

"From now on, I'm 100% confident."

"If we delay any longer, even a miracle won't save them."

"Ten percent?"

"With just these few broken needles of yours?"

Wang Kun seemed to have heard the biggest joke in the world. He pointed at the silver needles in Yang Shuisheng's hand and then at the oxygen cylinder next to him.

"If a few acupuncture needles could pull someone back from the brink of death, what would be the point of having these machines? What would be the point of having doctors like Dr. Li?"

"Dr. Li, you don't actually believe this kid's nonsense, do you?"

Dr. Li's face flushed with embarrassment at the questioning.

But seeing the old man's deteriorating condition, he hardened his heart and said to Wang Kun, "Boss Wang, there's no other way now, so let him give it a try."

"It's better than...it's better than just watching. If anything goes wrong, I'll take responsibility."

"You'll take responsibility? Can you even bear it?" Wang Kun roared, his eyes bloodshot. "If anything happens to my dad, can you take responsibility?"

"This kid doesn't even have a medical license, and you dare let him do it?"

"What if I accidentally hurt my dad?"

The onlookers began to whisper among themselves, most of them pessimistic.

"Exactly, he's too young, he doesn't seem reliable at all."

"Acupuncture can cure diseases, but this person is about to die, how many needles can work?"

"It would be impossible to explain why someone who could have made it to the county hospital died after a few injections."

"You can't just grab any treatment when you're desperate."

Listening to the surrounding discussions and Wang Kun's doubts, Dr. Li was under immense pressure.

But he still looked at Wang Kun with unwavering resolve: "Let him try; your father might still have a chance."

"If you don't let us try, then we're just waiting to die. Boss Wang, the choice is yours!"

Wang Kun looked at his dying father, then at Dr. Li, whose face was full of determination.

Finally, his gaze fixed on the expressionless Yang Shuisheng.

His fists clenched so tightly they cracked, his facial muscles twitched, and he was torn between his inner turmoil and his own conscience.

Ultimately, the faint hope that her father might survive outweighed her distrust and anger towards Yang Shuisheng.

"Fine! Go ahead and stab me! But what if my dad..."

Before he could finish his threat, Yang Shuisheng, who had been watching coldly, suddenly and slowly put the silver needles he had taken out back into the needle box one by one.

"What are you doing?" Wang Kun was taken aback.

"Nothing." Yang Shuisheng closed the needle case, put it in his pocket, looked up at Wang Kun, and said in a calm voice, "I was thinking of helping to save people just now, but I don't want to anymore."

"You!" Wang Kun could hardly believe his ears, a surge of anger rising to his head. "You fucking tricked me?"

Dr. Li was also dumbfounded and quickly tried to smooth things over: "Xiao Yang, this..."

"Are you kidding me?"

Yang Shuisheng interrupted Dr. Li, staring directly at the enraged Wang Kun.

"I was trying to help your father, but you stopped me, questioned me, pushed me, and cursed at me."

"Now that you're out of ideas, let me try?"

"I'm in a bad mood and I don't want to try anymore."

"What does your father's life or death have to do with me?"

"You were the one who stopped me from getting the injection; I was just going along with your wishes."

"How is this considered playing a trick on you?"

Yang Shuisheng's words were like a resounding slap in the face, making Wang Kun's face burn and his mind buzz.

Wang Kun has been in Daliang Town for so many years, and everyone, whether in the legitimate or criminal world, gives him some face.

Let alone a country bumpkin dressed in rags, even the town's bigwigs would greet him politely as Brother Kun or Boss Wang.

Today, I was humiliated in public by this brat, who even said he didn't want to save me?

"Good! Good! Good lad!" Wang Kun trembled with rage, pointing at Yang Shuisheng with eyes so dark they looked like he wanted to kill him. "You've got guts! In Daliang Town, no one has ever dared to talk to me like that."

"You just wait. Once this matter with my dad is settled, see how I deal with you."

"as you like."

Faced with this blatant threat, Yang Shuisheng merely raised an eyebrow, showing not a trace of fear on his face.

"If you want to mess with me, I'm ready anytime."

"But now, it seems your father can't wait that long."

His words reminded Wang Kun.

Wang Kun turned around abruptly and looked at his old father on the door panel.

In just a few words, the old man's face was no longer just ashen, but had turned a deathly bluish-gray, and the faint rise and fall of his chest had almost completely stopped.

"dad!"

Startled, Wang Kun rushed to the old man's side and shouted loudly.

All that anger and harsh words were utterly meaningless in the face of my father's impending death.

What face, what revenge, none of it is as important as my father being able to catch his breath.

Dr. Li cried out anxiously, "Comrade Yang! I'm begging you, Dr. Li!"

"If you truly have a solution, please act quickly! Saving a life is more meritorious than building a seven-story pagoda!"

Xu Xiaomei, the intern nurse next to him, was also staring intently at Yang Shuisheng.

I'm curious whether he truly has the ability but doesn't want to save people, or whether he simply lacks the ability.

"It's beyond saving, beyond saving."

"These few broken needles of ours are hardly enough to save anyone."

Upon hearing Yang Shuisheng point him out, Wang Kun no longer cared about saving face.

He turned around abruptly to face Yang Shuisheng, and for the first time, his face, which usually commanded respect in the town, showed an almost pleading expression.

"Young man, I was wrong just now."

He gritted his teeth, forcing out the words with difficulty from his throat: "I'm a bastard, I apologize to you."

"Please...please save my dad! If you can save my dad, we can discuss any conditions."

Dr. Li quickly chimed in, "Yes, Xiao Yang, you see, even Boss Wang knows he was wrong. The old man really can't wait any longer. If you have a solution, please act quickly."

Looking at Wang Kun's aggrieved and helpless expression, and glancing at the old man who was barely breathing and on the verge of death, Yang Shuisheng felt his displeasure caused by the other party's attitude dissipate somewhat.

He wasn't really refusing to help someone in distress; he simply couldn't stand the other person's arrogant attitude.

"Remember what you said."

Yang Shuisheng coldly uttered a sentence and then didn't linger any longer.

He took out the needle box again and strode over to the old man.

This time, no one stopped them.

He took a deep breath, and his eyes instantly became incredibly focused, as if the noisy crowd around him had disappeared.

He gently pressed his left hand against the old man's thin, bony chest, while his right hand, with fingers that moved like plucking flowers and willow branches, instantly pulled out three of the longest silver needles from the needle box.

Without the slightest hesitation, and without even the repeated confirmation of acupoints as a typical traditional Chinese medicine practitioner.

With a flick of his wrist, three silver needles, accompanied by a faint whistling sound, pierced with unparalleled precision into the old man's chest at the Tanzhong acupoint and the Feishu acupoints on both sides.

The needle was inserted quickly and steadily, reaching a depth of about an inch!

Immediately afterwards, his fingers flew, and several shorter silver needles fell, piercing the Neiguan and Hegu acupoints on the old man's hands, as well as the Baihui acupoint on the top of his head.

With each needle insertion, he secretly mobilized the two faint strands of Qi within his body, carefully guiding them through the silver needles into the corresponding acupoints and meridians of the old man.

Although the sensation of this energy is weak, it has an indescribable and miraculous effect on activating the almost stagnant vitality of the elderly and clearing the blocked lung channels.

To outsiders, Yang Shuisheng simply inserted seven or eight needles quickly, his technique so swift and skillful that it seemed like he was a novice.

But just as he dropped the last needle, and his finger lightly brushed the end of the needle...

"Cough...cough cough..."

On the door panel, Old Master Wang, who had been as still as if he were dead, suddenly let out a weak but clear cough.

Then, to everyone's disbelief, the old man's ashen, lifeless face visibly regained a faint glimmer of color.

Although still pale, the ashen aura that represented death had clearly faded.

"He's breathing! The old man is breathing!" a sharp-eyed nurse exclaimed excitedly.

The old man's chest, which had been almost still, began to rise and fall slightly and rhythmically. Although it was still shallow and slow, he was definitely breathing.

"Dad! Dad! Can you hear me? Dad!"

Wang Kun rushed to the old man's face, his voice trembling, he could hardly believe his eyes.

Dr. Li stared intently at the old man's transformation, his face contorted in disbelief. He murmured involuntarily, "He's alive... he's really come back to life! How is this possible..."

The clinic, which had just been filled with doubt and despair, was now eerily silent.

Everyone stared wide-eyed, mouths agape.

Looking at the elderly man whose condition had clearly improved on the door panel, and then at Yang Shuisheng, who had put away the silver needles and had a calm expression, his mind went blank.

With just a few silver needles, in less than a minute, an old man who had one foot in the grave was pulled back from the brink of death.

Is this medical skill? Or magical magic?