Chapter 510 The Treatment
Chapter 510 The Treatment
"No one wanted to provoke them, but our ancestral precept…"
Jiang Wuhui stopped abruptly before finishing his words, for he suddenly realized that Green Bamboo was luring him to leak information, so he shut his mouth hurriedly.
"Ancestral precept? What ancestral precept?" Green Bamboo asked casually, but she had picked up her ears with much curiosity, in fact.
The Holy-saber Ancient Tribe was at peace with the world, but every time its disciples went to the secular world, they would be jointly hunted by the Holy-sword Villa and the Holy Medical Family without reason.
But once its disciples who had gone to the secular world were killed, the Holy-saber Ancient Tribe would take fierce revenge and attack the Holy-sword Villa and the Holy Medical Family with all its members.
The Holy-goddess Tribe, which held themselves aloof from the world, had never gotten involved in the disputes of the complicated human world. But if the Holy-saber Ancient Tribe went to the secular world, they would join hands with the other two Holy Gates to resist the tribe.
Probably, the Holy Medical Family and the Holy-sword Villa would have long been destroyed by the Holy-saber Ancient Tribe without the support of the Holy-goddess Tribe.
Strangely, the Holy Medical Family and the Holy-sword Villa had never changed their stance despite the previous fights. As long as they learned that the disciples of the Holy-saber Ancient Tribe went to the secular world, they would make all efforts to kill them, even though they feared the tribe.
"No, I said nothing."
Jiang Wuhui replied with quite an unnatural expression, having cold sweat on his back due to fear. The ancestral precept was the first rule of the sect discipline, which was not allowed to be spread to outsiders. Anyone who dared to spread it would be punished for the crime of betraying their sect.
Seeing that he was unwilling to say it on whatever condition, Green Bamboo instantly pursed her lips and snorted coldly. "You are boring. Whether you say it or not, I don’t care!"
She muttered inwardly, "Ancestral precept? What kind of ancestral precept is it? What kind of enmity do the members of the Four Holy Gates really have? I’m really curious about it."
Not affected by these words, Jiang Wuhui stared attentively at Ding Ning, who was still trying his best to rescue the patient, but his eyes glinted with shock and confusion. "Who is he?
"I wish him not to be a disciple of the Holy-saber Ancient Tribe; otherwise, I’m afraid that the Ancient Martial World will suffer from another catastrophe."
Meanwhile, Yan Hui was also in shock and confusion, but was sure that he did not sense it wrong. "That is the complete flavor of the Seven Needles of Yangui, but it seems a little different."
The Seven Needles of Yangui, which was created by an amazing ancestor of the Holy Medical Family in the Holy Martial Realm 1,000 years ago, originated from the martial arts technique Qiuyan Sword Skills that made him famous.
The Qiuyan Sword Skills consisted of seven parts, with each part containing seven sword-wielding movements. After he tried to forcefully reach the Divine Realm but failed, his body decayed and his soul was about to disappear, but he was unwilling to die and studied medicine painstakingly, attempting to find a slim chance of survival and change his fate.
Although he failed to change his fate and finally could not avoid death and the disappearance of his power, he realized the essence of medicine from the Qiuyan Sword Skills and created the Seven Needles of Yangui.
Like the Qiuyan Sword Skills, the Seven Needles of Yangui also consisted of seven parts, with each part containing seven needling manipulations. The Yan Family used to be a family of traditional Chinese medicine, but declined along with the decline of traditional Chinese medicine.
Yan Xun’s grandfather once saved a respected big shot of the Holy Medical Family by chance. After that big shot could move around freely, he returned to the Holy Medical Family to recuperate and went back to the secular world to find Yan Xun’s grandfather to pay the debt of gratitude 10 years later.
Pitifully, Yan Xun’s grandfather passed away long ago, and Yan Xun was quite poor at that time. To extend his gratitude to the kindness of the Yan Family, the big shot exceptionally passed the first part of the Seven Needles of Yangui to him and made the Yan Family one of the businesses of the Holy Medical Family in the secular world. This was the proof of "killing two birds with one stone"—paying the debt of gratitude and making money.
Relying on the first part of the Seven Needles of Yangui, the Yan Family gradually emerged and had a place in the medical world.
The Qiuyan Sword Skills was a killing technique, while the Seven Needles of Yangui originating from it was a way to save human lives. This showed how brilliant the ancestor of the Holy Medical Family was.
Only the most qualified and core disciples of the Holy Medical Family had access to learning the complete Seven Needles of Yangui. Since Yan Hui had abruptly sensed the complete flavor of the Seven Needles of Yangui, how could he not feel shocked and be confused?
"Is that boy a qualified and core disciple of our sect? But why have I never seen him? I have never heard that, apart from me and Junior Sister Qingyun, other people have come to the earthly world!"
The Holy Medical Family was neither big nor small, with different factions and complicated inheritance. As for the number of its
More importantly, there were a few forbidden areas, to which even Yan Hui, a disciple inside the sect, had no access. Therefore, he was not sure if Ding Ning was a qualified and core disciple of the Holy Medical Family.
Initially, he wanted to ask Junior Sister Qingyun, but when he remembered that she had only joined their sect around 10 years ago and spent her time cultivating in a secluded area, having fewer acquaintances than he had and having fewer chances to know about it, he did not waste time doing so.
But the Seven Needles of Yangui was very important, so he had to figure it out. He had been calm, but now he could not stay calm anymore. Standing up, he walked toward Ding Ning.
Junior Sister Qingyun looked at him with confusion, but did not get an explanation from him, so she also stood up and followed him.
"Yan Hui has gone over. Is that boy really a member of the Holy Medical Family?"
Hiding in the crowd, Green Bamboo muttered.
"Be patient. Let’s wait and see."
Jiang Wuhui had quite mixed feelings at this moment. He hoped that Ding Ning was a member of the Holy Medical Family and also hoped that he was not.
If he was a member of the Holy Medical Family, Jiang Wuhui would not have a fair reason to fight for the Ice Spirit Body holder; if he was not, he was possibly a member of the Holy-saber Ancient Tribe. That was even further from his wishes.
According to their ancestral precept, no matter when or where, if they met members of the Holy-saber Ancient Tribe, they had to kill them!
Perhaps he could kill Ding Ning easily, but he was afraid of the vengeance after that.
In history, numerous experiences had shown that although the Holy-saber Ancient Tribe was at peace with the world, no matter who dared to touch their tribal people, they would lead all their members to take the most brutal revenge.
Although the Three Holy Gates, if they joined hands, could match the power of the Holy-saber Ancient Tribe’s attack, the killers would have no chance to live.
Jiang Wuhui was only 25 years old this year, but he had reached the peak level of the Earth Martial Arts Realm and could reach the Sky Martial Arts at any time, coming after only the best genius Night Lone Ranger of the Ancient Martial World. He was one of the gifted disciples the Holy-sword Villa had been concealing.
As for the so-called best genius Long Xiaotian of the Ancient Martial World, haha, he had never treated him with respect. How could the essence of the small Long Family be comparable to that of the Four Holy Gates?
He still had a bright future, but he had not enjoyed the beautiful life enough, so he did not think that it was worthwhile to perish for a disciple of the Holy-saber Ancient Tribe.
So, he wisely chose to keep watching and would only make a decision after confirming Ding Ning’s real identity. If Ding Ning was indeed a disciple of the Holy-saber Ancient Tribe, he would not hasten to action and would only let others deal with the trouble, so as not to be retaliated on by the Holy-saber Ancient Tribe.
Absorbed in treating Xiao Yan’s disease now, Ding Ning did not notice that Yan Hui had approached him secretly. Even if he had noticed him, he would have had no time to worry about him.
Although the Yangui Array of 49 Needles had controlled the bleeding, cleared the blood, and also repaired the broken blood vessels, it was only a temporary cure.
The key to the problem lay in the arteriovenous malformation inside her cranium. If it was not corrected, it would reoccur sooner or later.
If the Western medical treatment was applied, a craniotomy would be conducted, but as a traditional Chinese physician, he would not use that treatment.
Xiao Yan had not been able to exercise vigorously since she was young, so she had a poor physical condition. It was not an exaggeration to say that she was fragile.
That was to say, Xiao Yan, who had a lack of exercise, had a poor immune function with weak resistance to viruses and also a serious deficiency in vitality.
To put it bluntly, if she had not happened to meet Ding Ning, even if she was cured, she would only be able to live for another 10 years at most with her physical condition.
If she was unfortunately infected with a few other diseases, she might not be able to survive for three or five years.
So, he was waiting for the spiritual aura gathered by the Seven Needles of Yangui to wash the meridians of her brain and replenish her vitality.
As her long eyelashes trembled slightly, Xiao Yan opened her eyes slowly. When her confused eyes fell on Ding Ning’s face, she recalled what had happened.
Finding that she was in his arms, Xiao Yan instantly blushed, struggled to stand up, and murmured, "What’s wrong with me?"
"Don’t move. The treatment is not over. Hold on for a while."
Ding Ning saw no genders at the moment, only a doctor and his patient, and he spoke seriously but softly.
"Hmm!"
Xiao Yan’s cheeks turned pink. After replying with a light voice, she closed her eyes shyly, but when remembering that the person before her was her cousin’s husband, she felt sad instantly.
"Awake, awake, she should be fine."
"The Little Miracle-working Doctor deserves his name! He can even cure such a serious disease. Brilliant!"
"Thinking back about the challenge of the Little King of Needles now, I even feel ashamed for the Yan Family."
"This girl was lucky and happened to meet the Little Miracle-working Doctor; otherwise, even if she had been sent to the hospital, it is hard to tell if she could have been cured."
"Right, if I were this girl, I would pledge to marry the doctor."
"The man is excellent, and the lady is beautiful. That’s a good match."
"A hero has saved a beauty. This is a match made in heaven."
…
As one reporter surprisingly found that Xiao Yan had woken up, the onlookers immediately burst into noise, talking about it happily.
Zhao Zifeng looked quite sulky in the crowd, and the roaring fire of anger kept rising in his chest. When others paid no attention to him, he left the crowd quietly, took out his mobile phone, dialed a number, and gritting his teeth, saying, "Jingang, now I want you to do something for me…"
Humans are so complicated. Previously, Xiao Yan liked him so much, but he did not care about her at all and only enjoyed the feeling of being secretly loved by her.
Now, when these people said that Ding Ning and Xiao Yan were a good match, he was crazily jealous. Finally, he could not bear it, wanting the Ninghai boy to pay an equivalent price to relieve his hatred.
But he did not notice that a figure, who was following him stealthily, heard every word of his conversation on the phone and also recorded it.
Zhao Zifeng hung up the phone, smiled grimly, looked around, and then left quickly.
After he left, the figure behind the big tree walked out, gave a sinister smile, took out his mobile phone, quickly texted a message, and sent it. "The fish is in the urn. Act now."
"Ho!"
Ding Ning suddenly moved. The pair of hands made numerous faint traces in the air. In an instant, the 49 silver needles were put away by him.
Then, he took out another 13 silver needles and put them into the 13 acupuncture points around the arteries and veins of Xiao Yan’s head at the speed of lightning.
But the palm that held Xiao Yan’s neck had secretly delivered to her a stream of the True Qi, which forcibly impacted the abnormal arteriovenous vessels.
In fact, the silver needles were only a trick, which was used to cover up his Meridian Severing Hand. Now, all the meridians in Xiao Yan’s brain had been locked. At this moment, she was a living dead person.
What Ding Ning had to do was break the old form and make a new one. First, he would forcibly rupture her deformed arteriovenous blood vessels, and then he would reshape them.
This method had great risks. After all, there was blood pressure in the blood vessels. Once they were broken by the True Qi, the whole blood vessels would burst. The consequences were unimaginable.
Therefore, he had to seal her blood vessels and the brain cell tissues around them with the Meridian Severing Hand and the whole brain with his True Qi, making the deformed arteriovenous blood vessels remain static. Even if the blood vessels burst, the amount of blood would not be too much.
But if so, his energy consumption would multiply. The longer he kept it, the more True Qi he lost. Losing it was like freeing the flood of water from the dam.
Under the direction of Mr. Jiang and his companions, everyone present knew that it was a critical time for treating the disease, and they all spread out consciously. Not only did they close their mouths, but they even breathed carefully, afraid that they might disturb him. The whole site was in silence.
"Bang!"
A soft gunshot sound broke the silence, and a sniper bullet came straight toward Ding Ning’s forehead…