The young man's eyes were like the moonlight on a winter night, icy and cold, with a condescending look of contempt, which made Doctor Xie's anger boil up. Without thinking, he shouted, "Okay! Okay! You really won't cry until you see the coffin! I'll make this bet with you. If you can cure this boy, I, Xie Chongming, will kowtow to you three times in public and worship you as my teacher. But if you fail to cure him, you will follow me to the Ministry of Punishment and accept the heaviest punishment for impersonating a doctor! Boy, do you dare?"
He Xi raised his eyebrows and said with a half-smile: "Forget about becoming my disciple. If you are willing to recognize me as your master, I don't want an old and ugly disciple like you! If you lose, just kowtow three times."
“You! You!!”
Doctor Xie was so angry that he blew his beard and glared, and he wanted to rush over and break the boy's slender neck immediately.
But He Xi ignored him and just looked at the little girl with a cold gaze: "I promise to do my best to treat your brother, and I am 80% sure that he will recover. But all treatments have risks. Are you... willing to believe me?"
The little girl looked up at He Xi blankly. In her clear eyes, a fluorescent purple glow appeared at some point, just like the most beautiful aurora she had seen deep in the forest.
She seemed to be possessed, without any doubt or resistance in her heart, and nodded slowly.
He Xi was relieved by the little girl's consent. She asked Manager Zhou for help and carried the boy into the hall of Shengde Hall and placed him on a table that was more than one person long.
Doctor Xie and Shopkeeper Qin also followed with frosty faces. They had to see with their own eyes how this arrogant boy actually blew his own trumpet and disgraced himself.
The hall of Shengde Hall was filled with curious people in three layers inside and outside.
He Xi stood at the forefront of the crowd and calmly took out a pack of silver needles from the space.
These silver needles were of different lengths, some were thick and some were thin. They also emitted a strange medicinal smell, which made the onlookers marvel.
But besides surprise, there was more contempt and ridicule. At this moment, no one believed that a boy who looked only sixteen or seventeen years old, without even obvious spiritual power fluctuations on his body, could possibly cure a patient with broken meridians.
He Xi looked at the boy's nose with his eyes and his heart with his nose, and began to insert the silver needle in his hand into the boy's body as quickly as possible.
The hall of Shengde Hall was brightly lit with candles, and the setting sun shining in from outside all gathered on the young man's hands, which were like carved jade.
Everyone only felt a series of phantoms like butterflies flying through flowers flashing and disappearing before their eyes. In the blink of an eye, the young man who was originally lying on the table in tattered clothes had been stripped of his shirt, and his body was covered with silver needles that were as thin as thin hair, like a hedgehog.
"This... What kind of treatment is this? Why have I never seen it before?" someone exclaimed.
"Don't even mention seeing it, I've never even heard of it!"
"Why can't I sense any spiritual energy fluctuations? Doesn't she need to use spiritual energy to heal her injuries?"
Noisy discussions arose one after another, but He Xi turned a deaf ear to them and just concentrated on fiddling with the silver needles in his hand and the boy's body.
This continuous insertion of needles and stimulation of acupoints lasted for half an hour, and crystal beads of sweat appeared on Hexi's forehead. The sweat slowly slid down and fell on her long eyelashes, like dewdrops on lotus leaves, about to fall off. (To be continued)