Chapter 3 Putting in Needles Like a God

Eight-inch needle was not hard to understand, among Liu Feng's thirteen needles, there were eleven silver needles and two golden needles. Those two golden needles were eight-inch long.

For normal acupuncture, needles used were usually one-inch needle, one-and-a-half-inch needles, at most three-inches, and only a special select expert could use a longer needle.

And eight-inch needle almost only had been spoken of in the ancient medical manuals. There were completely no Chinese doctors who would dare to use it in the modern world.

"Old Feng, eight-inch needle... does it have any special use?" Another famous doctor stood by Old Feng's side and asked in a soft voice.

This time, Yang Ding also took a step closer towards Old Feng; he did not want to disturb Liu Feng diagnosing his daughter's illness but was also very curious why upon seeing Eight-inch needle, Old Feng, this extremely famous Chinese doctor in the country would be so shocked.

Old Feng said with a face filled with agitation, "Chinese medicine is divided into the Confucianist and Taoist schools; the two schools each carry needling technique. But no matter how wonderful the needling technique is, when it's a Taoist doctor's 'Thirteen Needles', in the thirteen soul-chasing needles, the most powerful would be the eight-inch needle! Moreover, there is one famous classic line: With Upper Needle and Eight-Inch Needle, one can rescue the soul back from the soul reaper!"

"With Upper Finger and Eight-Inch Needle, one can rescue the soul from the hands of the soul reaper!"

Yang Ding repeated these words, his eyes gleaming brighter and brighter, and asked very seriously, "Old Feng, is what you said true?"

"It is this recorded in the ancient manual, but the eight-inch technique is very dangerous to display. It is a superb technique that has almost been lost. Hence, even I don't dare to verify." Old Feng's gaze returned once again to Liu Feng at this point.

Yang Ding also hurriedly turned around, looking at Liu Feng's movements unblinkingly.

Only seeing Liu Feng raising his hand to pick out three silver needles from the needle pouch, planting them separately on Yang Shiwen's Star point on her forehead, and the Tian Rong points directly under her earlobes and on her neck.

Don't see how only three needles were planted; but Liu Feng's needling technique was less than a second, especially when he put the needles in the two Tian Rong points simultaneously, his both hands using at the same time, the needle falling effortlessly; the technique seemed to be like playing a musical instrument, having a floating and ethereal quality; Old Feng almost gave him a standing ovation.

"Good technique. Legend has it that the Upper Finger technique is not only a pulse-taking technique, but also a basic technique of the soul-chasing thirteen needles. Today, I finally see this amazing needle technique. I, Old Feng, did not speak empty words!" Old Feng could not help but open his mouth to talk about his dreams, clenching his fist and muttering excitedly to himself.

"Old Feng, are you too overexcited about this. Don't tell me you can't even perform this needle technique?" The other Western doctor used a condescending and sour tone.

Old Feng said excitedly, however. "You Western doctors don't understand. Think carefully about the needle movement of Mr. Liu and you will know that these three needles are equal in their strength. Definitely, it is only the needle piercing the skin and from what I see, the needle piercing the skin would only be three centimeters. But when you see carefully you will realize that when Mr. Liu had put in the needle, the big young lady's skin also underwent changes."

Going through Old Feng's explanation, this Western doctor immediately went silent...

Liu Feng did not bother about this agitated Old Feng. After putting three needles, he turned around to look at Yang Ding. "Old Yang, now let me talk about your daughter's illness and the ways to treat it."

"Yes, yes, yes." Old Yang's heart brimmed with hope and was submissive towards Liu Feng's words.

At the same time, Old Feng and another famous doctor's ears also straightened up.

Liu Feng said, "Your daughter, the first lady of the Yang Family, is not sick but get poisoned. The name of this poison is called "Nine Days Will Sink". It's derived from the snake blood of a cobra and from the nectar of the Nine Leaves Flower. People who are poisoned will be lazy in the day, and fear the cold. Everytime the poison acts up the whole body will start shivering as if it has contracted epilepsy, with unimaginable pain. Normal doctors would not be able to diagnose such poison. Even the medical equipment is not able to test it out."

Yes! yes! yes!

Yang Ding nodded his head hurriedly after hearing it. Because what Liu Feng said were the symptoms that have happened to his beloved daughter.

These two specialist-level doctors were shocked when they heard it, especially the Chinese doctor Old Feng, whose eyes flashed with shock unceasingly.

Following which, Liu Feng said, "If I'm not wrong, your daughter must have been poisoned eight days ago. At first, it would be like a normal cold. Later, it would worsen day by day. Today is the eighth day already right? If it's the ninth day, your daughter would have fallen into a long slumber."

"So terrific, it's the eighth day indeed!" Yang Ding's relaxed expression looked a little pained. "Luckily, luckily I had contacted your uncle in time, and invited you over. Mr. Liu, I believe you can definitely treat my daughter right?"

"Yes! Now I'm getting to the main point."

Liu Feng said, "I used three needles to calm your daughter's blood and the poisonous effect. Following which, eight-inch needles are required to stimulate your daughter's pulse, letting the yuan qi in her body swell and rise to its maximum, using her immune system to purge the toxins. After this process ends, it might cause your daughter, First Lady Yang to feel a little awkward, haha!"

"No worries, the illness won't defy the doctor, I understand this rationale." Yang Ding expressed his thoughts immediately.

"Then good." Liu Feng's right hand reached for the needle pouch, fingers touching the two eight-inch golden needles.

Old Feng, who was standing by the side got so agitated that he kept rubbing his hands and could not help muttering to himself, "Upper Finger, Eight-Inch Needle, I am finally going to see them! And it's using the Eight-Inch Needle to stimulate the Chong Channel. Chong Channel is within the body, and is the most miraculous one out of the eight extra-channels. Someone can actually treat illnesses through stimulating Chong Channel, and I'm really..."

"You shut up!" Liu Feng turned around vehemently, glaring at Old Feng and saying, "Later I am going to perform the Eight-Inch Needle. If you would dare to get so worked up, be careful, or I will throw you out of the window."

"Yes, yes, yes. I'm only watching. I promise to be quiet." The way that Old Feng was speaking sounded like a primary school student who was respectful towards his teacher.

Liu Feng nodded his head, satisfied. Later, he raised his hand and cast the blanket covering Yang Shiwen aside.

This first young lady Yang's body wore soft pyjamas made of yarn. Six buttons were all buckled and looked very conservative. But even so, her appealing chest and small slim waist revealed superb body curves.

Liu Feng raised his hand and undid the first three buttons under Yang Shiwen's chest, revealing a touch of tender white and two upturned arcs.

"Her breasts are a bit large and so springy that it's hard to put my needle in," Liu Feng muttered in a small voice, his right hand picking up one Eight-Inch golden needle into his hand.

At this time, the two specialist-level doctors were watching Liu Feng intently. Yang Ding also looked at Liu Feng intently. The two bodyguards also looked intently, but hearing Liu Feng's words, the several of them almost spewed out their old blood.

But after Liu Feng pulled out three-inch of the eight-inch needle, the needlepoint facing Yang Shiwen's heart nest, everyone's concentration powers once again focused upon Liu Feng's movements.

Grumble!

At this very moment, Old Feng and Yang Ding swallowed a mouthful of saliva at the same time; one of them was overly agitated, while the other was overly nervous.

But no one could have thought that Liu Feng's next movement was actually raising his left fist, which hammered down on Yang Shiwen's left breast.

Ping!

Everyone there who saw this scene almost had their eyes rolling out from their sockets and thought, "D*mn it. You don't put the needle down, but do hammer down on the family's first young lady's breast. Aren't you too unprofessional?"

That was right, Liu Feng's blow thrashed squarely on Yang Shiwen's chest. This force behind his blow was powerful and the Yang's first young lady's full doublets were wobbling ferociously under the chiffon.

What's more exaggerating was, after Liu Feng's blow, his right hand fell abruptly and plunged the eight-inch golden needle into Yang Shiwen's heart nest.

Puff!

The golden needlepoint pierced the skin with a crisp sound that resounded in the extremely quiet room. The scarier thing was that this was an eight-inch needle, which was actually plunged deep by Liu Feng. Only less than two-inches of needle tail remained outside of Yang Shiwen's skin.

"Shiwen!"

This time Yang Ding screamed. If not for specially believing in Liu Feng that lecherous uncle, this Chairman of the Dingsheng Group could have rushed forwards to battle it out with Liu Feng.

"Yang Chairman, don't worry." Old Feng hurriedly explained in a small voice. "That voice was plunged expertly, the first young lady would not be in trouble?"

Oh?

Yang Ding turned his head to look at Old Feng, his eyes filled with questioning.

Old Feng continued to say in a small voice, "If Mr. Liu put the needle under normal circumstances, this needle would pierce the muscle below the first young lady's heart. His earlier punch was to stimulate her heart. Under the sudden blow, it would let the heart shrink on its own voluntarily. At that moment when the heart shrinks voluntarily, the eight-inch needle would be able to dodge the heart muscle, piercing straight reaching the inner parts of the body and through the Chong Channel."

Oh!

After Old Feng's explanations, Yang Ding understood and even said in a small voice, "Having mastered the needle skill to such a high level, there must be few who have mastered such levels in Chinese medicine."

"Heh heh! It's rarer than that..."

Old Feng coughed dryly and said, "In the whole Chinese race, people who can master such needle insertion techniques are less than the count of my five fingers, I'm afraid. I can responsibly say that this is a god-like needle skill!"