Chapter 2 Upper Finger, Eight-Inch Needle

Facing the two famous specialist-level famous doctors' questions, Yang Ding was embarrassed for a start.

These two people were hired by him with much money to treat his daughter's illness and Liu Feng was a top-rated expert whom he had hired through relations that normal people would not be able to understand. No matter whether Liu Feng could heal his daughter's illness or not, Yang Ding would never offend Liu Feng.

But hearing these two experts' suspicions, Yang Ding also had his own reservations. Liu Feng was seriously too young. From his looks, he should be no more than twenty years of age and even if this young person had agile fingers, was his doctor skills really that exalted?

Just when Yang Ding felt like he was put on a spot, Liu Feng spoke up, "You two old men are actually something; so have you treated the illness of the Yang Family's First Miss?"

"This..."

"Not for the time being."

The two specialist-level famous doctors were flushed to the face with Liu Feng's question, which knocked much of the wind off their sails.

Liu Feng continued to carry a mirthful look and continued asking, "Then have you diagnosed the illness of the Yang Family's First Lady? Is there a full prognosis? How long it takes for the illness to heal?"

"This..."

"A further investigation is necessary to make the right diagnosis."

These two specialist-level famous doctors were not less confident, and their voices became much quieter.

Oh!

Following which, Liu Feng's bitter smile vanished from his face. "I can understand that you have not healed the illness. But you could not even find out what the illness was; how dare you doubt others? I see you must be speaking not from experience but your brazenness!"

The two specialist-level doctors' faces turned dark when they were scolded by Liu Feng and their breathing got rougher, as if they wanted to say something but could not find the right words.

At the same time, Liu Feng stretched out both hands and planted one needle under each of the bodyguards' ears. They were unmoving.

Following which, the two bodyguards regained their mobility and the two hurriedly retreated to behind Yang Ding, not wanting to offend Liu Feng anymore and even revealing a deep respect for him in their eyes.

As for those two famous doctors, after seeing this scene, they were shocked and their eyes had almost bulged out of their sockets. This time, they had finally understood how Liu Feng had subdued those two bodyguards. Just depending on these skills, it was apparent that Liu Feng's skills were very extraordinary.

Liu Feng was exacting in his focus, speaking as he kept the needles, one after the other, "Acupuncture points, can you master such precision? Just your level, I'm afraid you have not seen it? If you don't have the capability, you should keep a low profile, and don't put your faces in front of others just to get smacked, understood?"

"You... good, good, good!" Old Feng was originally quiet but he was angered to the point of hollering with rage. "I can't, and I will extend my face to get hit. Then today I do want to see how you will treat the first Miss' illness. If you are able to treat her illness today, I will kneel down to worship you as my teacher."

Another specialist also followed, saying, "Yes, if you are able to treat the young lady's illness today, I will also kowtow to you as my teacher."

"Huh! Paying respects to me as a teacher, fat hope!" Liu Feng's words were filled with disdain and almost made the two specialists vomit blood out of rage.

"Huh! Mr. Liu, let's, let us first see my daughter." Yang Ding hurriedly rounded up the spat. No matter how skilled Liu Feng's medical skills were, it was better to let him see his daughter first; at least it would prevent this angry youth from angering these two specialists.

Liu Feng nodded and followed Yang Ding out of the door, with the two bodyguards following closely behind.

When the four had gone out of the door, the two specialist-level doctors exchanged glances and closely followed them out.

...

Yang Ding's daughter was named Yang Shiwen. Her innocent looks showed that it was unsurprising that she was the first beauty of the East China Sea; only it was a waste that the illness had caused her face to turn pale and she appeared extremely haggard.

Liu Feng followed Yang Ding to the third level where Yang Shiwen's bedroom was. Entering the room, they could see this beautiful first young lady who was ill.

Yang Shiwen's facial features were intricate. Her skin was as delicate as the gel. At the same time, curled up on the bed, with her blanket pulled up to her sharp chin, a head of shiny black and fresh smooth hair; but the hair along her hairline appeared unkempt and her eyes were both closed; her long, dense and outstanding eyebrows drew two beautiful arched lines. In her illness, she still radiated beauty, and even looked delicate and charming.

Even if people had entered the room, this Yang Shiwen, the first young lady did not open her eyes; it was not clear if she was still asleep, or in a state of coma.

"I'm going!"

When Liu Feng saw Yang Shiwen, he also raised his eyebrows. "Old Yang, your daughter's forehead is raised to the point of sharpness, her nose bridge pinched to sharpness, and her chin sharper than flint. Such looks, on the streets, would cause her to be liked by everyone and be called a super goddess. But these three sharp lines when aligned, would cause a look of beauty with a short-lived life. She can only live at most till 20 years old."

Huh！

Hearing Liu Feng's words, Yang Ding's expression turned into stone in a fleeting moment and his whole body turned stiff. Looking as if she was in a state of deep slumber, the corner of Yang Shiwen's eyes seemed to twitch a little.

"Chey! Nonsense. Are you here to heal, or to tell fortune?"

"If you can't do it, then say it clearly. Don't come up with all these scientific fluff. It's simply even more ridiculous than traditional Chinese medicine."

The two specialist-level doctors who followed found another point to attack Liu Feng again this time, jibing him with sarcasm one after the other. Just now, Liu Feng had demolished their credibility; these two world-renowned doctors were suppressing their anger and wanted to find a chance to strike Liu Feng properly down in front of Yang Ding.

"You to shut your mouths!" But only, Yang Ding, who looked sulkiest suddenly turned his head and spoke very sternly to those two specialist-level doctors and hollered, clearing his lungs.

These two famous doctors were scared to the point of shrinking their necks; Yang Ding, being the wealthiest man in Dong Hai City had managed Dingsheng Group for near twenty years and definitely possessed an authority that no ordinary man could understand—if he were to truly explode in anger, it would be terrifying.

After roaring at these two doctors, Yang Ding immediately got up, and in an earnest tone spoke to Liu Feng, "Mr. Liu, in the beginning, your uncle, the old man Teacher had also read my daughter Shiwen's fortune, saying she would have a short life and also mentioned the limit of twenty years. Mr. Liu please, you must save Shiwen!"

"You don't have to say it, since I am already here, your daughter will definitely not die." Liu Feng sat by the bed's side and grabbed Shiwen's hand, locking her pulse, and added, "At least I don't let her die at this illness."

When Liu Feng started to take Yang Shiwen's pulse, his whole disposition changed. His mirthful expression vanished instantly and was replaced by seriousness. His sharp eyebrows arched faintly and his whole being radiated an imposing manner that made one rise in respect.

What was more attention-grabbing was how when Liu Feng was taking the pulse, his index and middle fingers tapping on Yang Shiwen's snow-white wrist, the ring and little fingers tapping on the skin of her arm rhythmically, which actually played a divine sounding rhythm.

Yang Ding looked at Liu Feng unblinkingly, his eyes filled with expectancy.

These two specialist-level doctors were also looking at Liu Feng at this point. They still naturally wanted to see Liu Feng become a laughing stock.

But only, after seeing a short time, that Chinese doctor who was called "Old Feng" suddenly exclaimed, "Upper Finger, this Mr. Liu, your pulse-taking technique is actually Upper Finger?"

This sound of exclamation made the other doctor beside him jump in shock and even Yang Ding turned around to look at Old Feng.

"Hey! You can still recognize the Upper Finger technique, looks like you have some knowledge!" Liu Feng was still taking pulse for Yang Shiwen, the Upper Finger finger technique's rhythm clearly in no mess.

"Yes, yes, I have heard before, Mr. Liu, I apologize to you." Old Feng respectfully bowed towards Liu Feng and said earnestly, "Someone who can exercise the Upper Middle technique must have a medical ability that I definitely cannot catch up to; I was rude just now."

"Yes!"

Liu Feng calmly answered.

"Old Feng, what's the Upper Finger?" Yang Ding asked curiously.

"It's a very miraculous finger technique of the Traditional Chinese Medicine world. Mr. Yang, you see..." Old Feng explained patiently. First young lady's arm was rhythmically tapped on by Mr. Liu's ring and little finger, and almost surfaced layers of ripples like wind caressing the water surface."

"Hey! It's really the case! How could it be so miraculous?" Yang Ding's face revealed shock.

"I don't know the rough meaning because the Upper Finger is a technique mentioned by the Chinese medicine's old manuscript. I only know the surface explanation! Guilty!" Old Feng said.

This time, Liu Feng took out a bag of needles from his waist and with a light flick, the cloth bag unfolded by the bedside, revealing the eleven silver and two golden needles inside.

Several people at the scene noticed Liu Feng's action, and when they saw the thirteen needles in the cloth bag, Old Feng almost jumped on the spot and again cried out, "Eight-inch needle, my goodness! Am I dreaming? Not only did I see the Upper Finger technique today, but also the eight-inch needle!"