Chapter Twenty-Eight: Back from the Brink
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Ye Feng’s words rekindled the Zhao family’s hopes in an instant.
“Really... There’s still hope...”
“You... You’re not joking, are you?”
Everyone was both shocked and somewhat afraid to believe it.
Zhao Wanting burst into tears of joy. “I knew it, Mr. Ye. I knew you would have a way.”
“As long as you can save my grandfather, I’d be willing to serve you for the rest of my life.”
Zhao Wanting was the old man’s most cherished granddaughter, and the bond between grandfather and granddaughter ran deep. To save his life, she was willing to pay any price.
“Young man, if you can truly bring my father back, the Zhao family will not treat you unfairly,” said Zhao Wanting’s father, Zhao Tianming, solemnly.
“Hmph. But if you dare deceive us, the Zhao family won’t let you off either!” Zhao Tiancong still harbored a trace of doubt.
At that moment, Divine Physician Liu Wenjing finally recovered from the shock of what had just happened.
He did not believe he had done anything wrong. After all, who could guarantee that every patient could be cured? Even when a hospital performed surgery, the family members still had to sign a consent form beforehand.
But Ye Feng had actually returned—and was even claiming that he could save the dead.
This time, Liu Wenjing could no longer remain calm.
“How can the dead possibly be brought back to life?”
“Even if I made a mistake in treatment just now, that doesn’t mean I believe you can overturn the laws of heaven and earth!”
What was more, the person before them was a corpse that had only just died.
Did the man really think he was an immortal?
“Indeed...” Hua Guodong looked at Old Master Zhao’s body, which was deathly pale and utterly drained of blood. “Hero, why don’t you examine him once more to make sure you’re confident? Otherwise, if you fail to save him later, people may misunderstand.”
After all, the misunderstanding between Ye Feng and the Zhao family was already deep. If he gave them hope only to plunge them into despair again, the matter would be even harder to explain.
“It’s fine,” Zhao Wanting hurriedly said. “As long as you do your best, that’s enough. Our Zhao family won’t blame you this time.”
“Agreed!”
The members of the Zhao family nodded one after another. Once they had calmed down, reason returned to them. They were, after all, a prominent family—not unreasonable people.
Though surrounded by doubt and criticism, Ye Feng merely smiled and let it pass.
“Everyone, step aside. I’m going to begin saving him.”
At his words, the Zhao family members gathered around the bed consciously retreated to the side.
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“Young man, do you need any equipment or tools?” Seeing that Ye Feng had come empty-handed, the hospital director, Chen, offered his assistance.
“I need nothing.” Ye Feng calmly walked to the bedside. “Just don’t disturb me.”
“Hmph, putting on an act!” Liu Wenjing folded his arms and watched, still unwilling to concede. “I’d like to see how you plan to bring a dead man back to life!”
The hospital director was deeply puzzled as well. If Ye Feng could truly revive someone with nothing but his bare hands, it would be nothing short of a miracle in the history of medicine.
Ye Feng glanced at Old Master Zhao on the bed. The man looked as though he had crawled out of a coal pile—his face was ashen, and his deathly appearance was horrifying.
This was the consequence of the baleful energy being completely detonated. Death had come almost instantaneously.
“What a vicious method.”
Though Ye Feng was the disciple of the Medical Sage Who Kills, he felt that even his own master would shake his head upon seeing this.
Then Ye Feng extended one finger.
At its tip, true energy began to gather, drawing out a thread of power.
It danced at his fingertip like a white flame.
“Controlling needles with energy?!”
When Liu Wenjing saw this, he was so astonished that his mouth fell open, as though he had seen a ghost.
“Divine Physician Liu, what does ‘controlling needles with energy’ mean?” the hospital director asked quietly.
He had to repeat the question several times before Liu Wenjing returned to his senses.
Liu Wenjing took out his own silver needles and demonstrated the method of using needles to conduct energy.
“What I’m doing is using needles to control energy: I condense my own true energy onto the silver needle.”
“My true energy cannot leave my body on its own. It must pass through the silver needle as a medium.”
“This is also the acupuncture method mastered by most practitioners of traditional medicine.”
As he spoke, Liu Wenjing pointed at Ye Feng and said with a trembling voice, “Now look at him!”
“He isn’t relying on any external object at all, yet he can condense true energy at his fingertip. That is controlling needles with energy!”
“No wonder he dared to claim he could heal people despite coming empty-handed. With this single technique alone, there are only a handful of people throughout Great Xia capable of it!”
After hearing Divine Physician Liu’s explanation, the hospital director was left speechless with shock.
“It’s really that powerful?”
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“Then... does that mean that young man really is the disciple of the Medical Sage Who Kills?”
Liu Wenjing nodded gravely.
He had not believed it before, but after witnessing Ye Feng display this needle technique, he had no choice but to accept the truth.
“If he truly is the successor of the Medical Sage Who Kills, then he really can ‘heal the dead.’”
“Old Master Zhao can be saved!”
After roughly the time it takes to drink a cup of tea, Ye Feng had finished condensing his true energy.
Because he was treating a “dead man” this time, he had needed to prepare for somewhat longer.
Immediately afterward, Ye Feng pointed lightly at several acupuncture points on Old Master Zhao’s chest without touching him.
With every stream of true energy that entered the body, a portion of the baleful energy was expelled.
Old Master Zhao’s complexion began to recover at a speed visible to the naked eye.
“The old master’s complexion is returning!”
The members of the Zhao family held their breath in excitement and lowered their voices, afraid to cry out.
In the space of a few breaths, Ye Feng had administered nine needles, completely eliminating the baleful energy that had invaded the old man’s body.
Finally, Ye Feng pointed once at the old man’s forehead, between the brows.
True energy coursed through his entire body.
It was as if the switches within the human body had been repeatedly turned on.
His breathing returned!
His pulse returned!
His blood began to flow freely!
Old Master Zhao suddenly drew in a deep breath.
His body jerked upright on the bed like a carp leaping from the water.
Then he abruptly opened his eyes.
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