Ye Qiu desperately wanted to cure Yang Dawei.
First, to save Yang Dawei’s life.
Second, to win this round and claim the title of Medical Sage.
Third, because patients like Yang Dawei, afflicted with terminal illnesses, were often deeply pessimistic, believing treatment was hopeless and their days were numbered, either awaiting death or seeking it.
He wanted to cure Yang Dawei to give hope to other terminally ill patients.
Ye Qiu said to Yang Dawei, “I deeply understand your feelings, but please don’t be so pessimistic.”
“A terminal illness isn’t necessarily incurable; it’s just that doctors capable of treating it are rare.”
“Mr. Yang, let me try!”
Yang Dawei looked at Ye Qiu in astonishment.
“You want to treat me?”
Ye Qiu nodded solemnly, asking, “Mr. Yang, will you give me a chance?”
“I will,” Yang Dawei replied without hesitation, then added, “But I have a terminal illness. It’s incurable.”
“Mr. Yang, let me ask you, is a terminal illness a disease?”
“Of course it’s a disease.”
“Exactly. Since it’s a disease, there must be a way to treat it.”
Ye Qiu said, “Mr. Yang, from now on, don’t think about anything, and don’t move. I’m going to start your treatment.”
Yang Dawei nodded.
Truthfully, he held no hope.
In his fifty-plus years, he had never heard of anyone curing a terminal illness.
Besides, Ye Qiu was so young.
If Ye Qiu could truly cure a terminal illness, wouldn’t that make him a divine healer?
Ye Qiu took out a leather pouch, pulling out thirty-six golden needles, and began sterilising them one by one.
Seizing the moment, Ye Qiu instructed, “Staff, please display Mr. Yang’s medical report for everyone to see!”
The staff promptly projected Yang Dawei’s medical report onto the big screen.
A report from the Affiliated Hospital of Southern Medical University: advanced tuberculosis.
The audience whispered among themselves.
“It’s really advanced tuberculosis. Can Dr. Ye cure it?”
“Highly unlikely, it’s a terminal illness!”
“If Dr. Ye can cure it, that would be incredible!”
“I hope Dr. Ye succeeds. If he does, other terminally ill patients will have hope.”
“I don’t know why, but with better living conditions nowadays, more people seem to get terminal illnesses.”
Among the crowd, Xu Changjin’s beautiful eyes were fixed on Ye Qiu, unblinking.
She was both worried and full of anticipation.
“Dr. Ye, you can do it. I believe in you,” Xu Changjin prayed silently.
Three minutes later, the needles were sterilised.
Ye Qiu began the treatment.
He took seven golden needles, shook his hand, and swiftly inserted them into Yang Dawei’s right chest.
Then, he flicked the tail of one needle with his finger.
“Buzz!”
The needle trembled instantly, causing the other six to vibrate in unison, emitting a humming sound.
“Guiding qi through needles!”
“The Seven-Star Needle Technique!”
Zhang Jiuling and the others recognised the acupuncture method Ye Qiu was using.
Next, Ye Qiu took two seven-inch golden needles and inserted them into Yang Dawei’s temples on both sides.
He flicked again.
Buzz!
Both needles trembled simultaneously. One needle emitted a wisp of white mist, while the other released a wisp of black mist.
The black and white mists flowed, converging above Yang Dawei’s head to form a yin-yang taiji pattern.
This scene stunned the audience.
“What kind of acupuncture is this?”
“It even created a taiji diagram. It looks impressive.”
“It seems mysterious, but will it work?”
The masters of Chinese medicine were also whispering.
“Old Zhang, what needle technique is young Ye using?” Nie Xueliang asked.
Among them, Zhang Jiuling was the most skilled in acupuncture.
Zhang Jiuling’s eyes were glued to the taiji diagram, but before he could respond, Xu Liu said, “Heaven and earth divide into yin and yang; taiji gives rise to two forms. He’s using the Taiji Two Forms Needle Technique.”
“In terminal illness patients at an advanced stage, the body’s yin and yang are imbalanced.”
“Young Ye is addressing the patient’s yin-yang imbalance.”
Though Ye Qiu was focused on treating, he could hear every word on stage clearly.
“Senior Xu, as expected of the leader of the four great masters, seeing through my intention at a glance.”
Ye Qiu marvelled inwardly, refocused, and continued the treatment.
Yang Dawei’s condition was critical—advanced tuberculosis, with his body’s functions failing and little time left.
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Three minutes passed.
Golden needles were inserted into several key points on Yang Dawei’s body—his heart, neck, back of the head, and abdomen.
Soon, all thirty-six golden needles were placed, distributed across thirty-six major acupoints on Yang Dawei’s body.
Each needle was trembling.
Five minutes later, Ye Qiu flicked one needle lightly with his finger.
“Ding!”
Instantly, all the needles stopped trembling.
Ye Qiu grasped Yang Dawei’s wrist, checking his pulse.
His brow furrowed.
Then, Ye Qiu discreetly drew two talismans and infused them into Yang Dawei’s body.
After completing this, he removed all thirty-six golden needles from Yang Dawei’s body.
Ye Qiu began inserting needles again.
He placed another thirty-six golden needles.
After finishing, he flicked one needle, causing it to tremble.
The other needles remained still.
Ye Qiu proceeded to flick the second needle, the third, the fourth…
He flicked each of the thirty-six needles in turn.
The first time, the thirty-six needles inserted into Yang Dawei’s body used the technique of guiding qi through needles.
This time, by flicking each needle individually, Ye Qiu was injecting innate true qi through his fingers into the needles, which then channelled the innate qi into Yang Dawei’s acupoints.
Time ticked by, second by second.
In the blink of an eye, forty minutes had passed.
Ye Qiu had not yet finished the treatment, and everyone was on edge for him.
This was the first time on this stage that Ye Qiu had taken so long to treat a patient.
“Can Dr. Ye create a miracle?”
“It’s tough.”
“Advanced tuberculosis is a terminal illness—impossible to cure.”
“Actually, Dr. Ye could stop. No matter how he treats, the outcome won’t change.”
“Have you forgotten what Dr. Ye said? He’s a doctor and won’t easily give up on a patient’s life.”
“Dr. Ye is a good doctor, but how can a terminal illness be cured? Sigh…”
Another half hour passed.
By now, Ye Qiu had been treating for over an hour.
Ye Qiu removed the golden needles from Yang Dawei’s body and checked his pulse again.
After a moment, Ye Qiu turned to the four masters of Chinese medicine, a pale smile on his exhausted face, and said, “Seniors, I’ve succeeded!”
