Chapter 12: Hua Tuo's Nine Needles

  Xiao Yu opened the medical box, took out a package of acupuncture needles, pulled out a golden needle, and wiped it with disinfectant with extremely familiar movements. He then placed the needles one by one on a medical tray.

  "Take off his upper garment." Xiao Yu said to the staff.

  As soon as Xiao Yu's voice fell, Director Huo came over to help Old Cai take off his upper garment. Xiao Yu took the medical tray and picked up a golden needle. With a light flick of his wrist, he inserted it with a slight pop. Xiao Yu continuously inserted nine golden needles into the nine major acupoints on the stomach and abdomen, the entire process giving people a special aesthetic feeling, as if a hand was dancing on the patient's belly.

  He strummed the needles, Xiao Yu's index finger lightly plucked the nine golden needles in sequence. After he finished playing one round, the first golden needle stopped trembling, and Xiao Yu continued to play according to the order.

  Cai Lao lay on the bed, watching Xiao Ye's fingers dance lightly on his belly like a spirit. As Xiao Ye inserted all nine golden needles, Cai Lao, who had been tortured by pain and was no longer recognizable, suddenly felt a warm current rising from his navel, flowing around his stomach and abdomen, circulating again and again...

  "Ah... so comfortable!" Cai Lao exclaimed involuntarily.

  Everyone in the house saw that Cai Lao had just finished stitching, and he was no longer in the same painful state as before. His whole body gradually relaxed. "Hiss...hiss..." A series of rapid inhalations echoed through the room, and everyone exclaimed in disbelief, looking at each other with shocked faces.

  "This is also too unbelievable!"

  Xiao You's acupuncture technique completely overturned everyone's understanding, especially Old Cai. Old Cai had also asked his traditional Chinese medicine friend to administer acupuncture before, but he had never seen such a miraculous effect. One night, Old Cai went to the bathroom over ten times, and today he felt like his buttocks were no longer his own. Whether he wanted to go or not was beyond his control; as soon as his stomach cramped up again, he would look down and see that he had already gone. This kind of suffering wasn't something an ordinary person could endure.

  Who would have thought that after a few needles, a warm current rose up in my belly, flowing through my stomach and abdomen in sequence. The urgent need to go to the bathroom that I had just been barely holding back suddenly vanished without a trace.

  Director Huo, despite not understanding traditional Chinese medicine, knew some basic acupoints. When he saw Xiao Yu's every needle piercing the chest and abdomen's major acupoints, his heart skipped a beat. Every major acupoint Xiao Yu pierced was what was called a "deadly acupoint" in martial arts; if one were to make even a slight mistake, it could be fatal. After Xiao Yu finished, he seemed calm and collected, but Director Huo, standing on the side, was drenched in sweat. Watching Xiao Yu administer acupuncture was more nerve-wracking than performing an operation himself. It was simply too stimulating.

  When Xiao Yu finished playing the nine verses, exactly nine minutes had passed. Xiao Yu then took out the golden needles one by one, disinfected and wiped them clean before putting them back into the needle case. If you looked closely, you would notice that the golden needles used by Xiao Yu were also nine inches long.

  "It's alright, I'll be fine after taking a few more doses of medicine later." Xiao Yu said with a calm smile.

  Xiao Yu's acupuncture technique this time was actually derived from Zhong Yi's memory. According to the memory, this set of acupuncture techniques was created by Hua Tuo in his later years and only passed down to his closed-door disciple, Zhong Wuyan, who is also an ancestor of Zhong Yi. After Hua Tuo's death, this technique has been passed down through generations in the Zhong family. With Zhong Yi's death, the legacy of Hua Tuo's school was cut off, but Hua Tuo's achievements have been passed down to the present day. In Xuzhou, Jiangsu Province, there is a memorial tomb for Hua Tuo; in Pei County, there is an Ancestor Temple of Hua, where a couplet in the temple expresses the author's feelings and summarizes Hua Tuo's life.

  "A doctor disembowels himself, actually opening a sacred door in the courtyard, who knew that the jailer's incompetence would cause his last letter to be reduced to ashes."

  This set of acupuncture is called Hua Tuo's Nine Needles. In ancient times, nine was a term for the ultimate extreme, and all things in heaven and earth did not exceed nine. Hua Tuo's Nine Needles were created by Hua Tuo in his later years, combining various schools of needling techniques. The name "Nine Needles" implies extremity, meaning that there is no other acupuncture technique that can surpass it, and also contains all the needle techniques under heaven.

  "Lao Cai, you're finally okay! If something had happened to you, how would we explain it to your wife?" White Teacher exclaimed, running over to hug Lao Cai, who was lying in bed and had regained some energy after Xiao Yu removed the needle.

  Yes...

  "Yes, Old Cai, you scared us to death..." The others in the house also said.

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  Watching the numerous experts who have added up to several hundred years of age, like children, being so happy, Xiao Yu was deeply moved by their friendship.

  Xiao Yu took out the four treasures of the study from the medical box. The pen was that thick and large brush he bought in Zhongnan Province, and the inkstone was a high-quality Duan inkstone left by Xiao Yu's grandfather. He picked up the pen and lightly rubbed it on the inkstone twice before writing steadily.

  As soon as he picked up the pen, Xiao You's heart suddenly stirred up a strange thought. With a gentle stroke of his brush, a few small characters danced onto the paper with a unique charm and natural flair.

  As he looked at the words under his pen, Xiao You's heart skipped a beat, and he was stunned for a moment, even leaving an ink dot on the paper before coming to.

  I have been practicing calligraphy with my grandfather for over 20 years. I am very familiar with my own handwriting, although I write well, I have always imitated others and haven't created my own style. My characters only have form but no spirit. Now when I look at the characters I write, not only do they have both form and spirit, but they also have a unique style, and the characters exude a kind of elegance.

  However, this time he quickly figured it out. Zhong Qi was a one-of-a-kind talent who had merged his memories with himself, and must have also merged his writing experience.

  "Good, I didn't expect...I really didn't expect Dr. Xiao to not only have good medical skills, but also be a great calligrapher!" Master Jin, an expert in calligraphy and painting, noticed the moment Xiao Yu took out his brush, as for them, Xiao Yu's brushwork had a certain appeal to it. As a calligraphy expert himself, Master Jin was quite skilled with the brush, and he knew that writing large characters with this thick brush wasn't difficult, but writing the word "pharmacy" on an A4 paper wouldn't be easy.

  So at the moment when Xiao Yu picked up his pen, he came to Xiao Yu's side, wanting to see if this young man could still bring himself surprises. Unexpectedly, Xiao Yu's brush brought him not surprise but shock.

  Writing calligraphy requires not only perseverance but also talent. If a person has only perseverance without talent, then no matter how long he writes, he will be nothing more than a craftsman. If he has talent without perseverance, then he can't even be considered a craftsman. But if he has both perseverance and talent, then he is destined to become a master of his generation.

  So when Xiao Yu put down his pen, he was shocked. Xiao Yu's words were elegant and flowing, with a hint of ancient charm, and the words revealed the style and integrity of a great Confucian scholar. Looking at Xiao Yu's words, Teacher Jin could only sigh "Master, absolutely master". But when did China have such a young calligraphy master?

  "Old Cai, Old Bai, Old Mao come and take a look!" Teacher Jin said as he took the prescription written by Xiao You and walked over to Lao Cai's bedside.

  Tomorrow I have to go back to work, so I'll try my best to write as much as possible, at least one chapter. Finally, thank you to Xuan Shi and Feng Yun for their support, thank you, thanks.