4 Reverse Rescue, Prepare for Funeral

The surrounding passengers had basically heard of Divine Doctor Hua's reputation. Several of the people sitting on this train went to ask Divine Doctor Hua for medical advice.

Upon hearing that the man was Divine Doctor Hua's disciple, the passengers immediately felt deep veneration for him. Their eyes were filled with reverence as they looked at the man. The people behind wanted to take a look at the man's face and squeezed forward. The people in front could not resist the push from behind and got closer and closer to Master Ji and the man.

The flight attendants, who had appeared in the crowd at some point, struggled to maintain order.

"Don't squeeze, don't crowd around, give the doctor enough space!"

Unfortunately, no one listened to him. The more he emphasized that doctors needed to treat patients on the spot, the more curious people wanted to see the legendary "Nine Revolutions Mysterious Needle."

The flight attendant's voice was hoarse from shouting. Her face was red from anxiety. In the end, she cursed, "Don't you have ears! Don't disturb the doctor. You're in charge of saving lives!"

However, there were too many guests and no one cared about him at all. Some people even retorted.

"What are you shouting for! You're the loudest in the entire carriage. You're disturbing the doctor!"

"That's right! Why is a lousy flight attendant so arrogant!"

The passengers spoke one at a time, causing the flight attendant to fly into a rage. Some of the passengers secretly covered their mouths and laughed. The order that had been impossible to maintain was even less likely to be heard now.

The flight attendant was furious and started shouting at the leading passengers.

Seeing that the situation in the carriage was about to become even more chaotic, the man in the suit suddenly stood up and waved his hand like a leader. "Everyone, be quiet. The patient's condition is critical now. The noisy environment is not suitable for me to save him. Retreat!"

When the passengers heard his commanding tone, they immediately shut their mouths as if they had been trained. The carriage was instantly silent. Everyone took a step back to give the man in the suit enough space.

The man in the suit smiled with satisfaction and took a shallow breath, as if he was enjoying the feeling of control to the fullest. The effect of his simple words could not be matched by a hundred words from the flight attendant. It showed how convinced the passenger was of the man in the suit.

But Kong Xiuyao thought differently.

As the saying went, saving lives was like putting out a fire. Saving lives was a race against time.

The man in the suit was holding a needle in his hand. He first listened to the flight attendant's verbal battle with the passengers, then added support when the flight attendant was at a disadvantage. If this was a debate, Kong Xiuyao would definitely give him a hundred points.

But he was saving someone now! Master Ji's face turned from black to white. He only breathed in but not out. He was about to die! The man in the suit was still talking to the passenger?

By the time he came to save them, Master Ji might have hardened. Kong Xiuyao ignored everything and picked up his cloth bag again.

"Hey, hey, hey! Little brother, what are you doing! Divine Doctor Hua's disciples are all here. Go away!" A big sister in flowery clothes shouted to stop Kong Xiuyao.

This lady's voice might be the reincarnation of the loudspeaker. The entire village could hear her if she was tied up at the village entrance to broadcast the news.

In this volume effect, the man in the suit seemed to have finally remembered something important.

He pretended to kick Kong Xiuyao's feet casually and glared at him in disgust. His eyes were filled with disdain.

Kong Xiuyao stepped aside speechlessly. He wondered if Little Hua had eyes on her head. Where could he find such a petty disciple?

According to seniority, this man in a suit had to address Kong Xiuyao as Grandmaster. After all, the legendary Divine Doctor Hua was his 99th disciple. As he had only studied for a short period of time, Hua Hong had only learned the fifth needle before he was chased down the mountain by him.

Unexpectedly, not long after he left the mountain, he became quite famous.

Now that lives were at stake, Kong Xiuyao didn't want to waste any more time with him. He was waiting to see if the man in the suit could pretend until the end.

Everyone's attention returned to Grandpa Ji. His chest was like a broken bellows. He panted a few times. His pupils gradually rolled back, and his breathing weakened.

As everyone held their breath and focused, the man in the suit pinched his orchid fingers and inserted the first needle…

Acupuncture had a long history in the Dragon Kingdom. It could be traced back to 4,000 years ago, around the same time as metal appeared. It usually involved stabbing a millimeter needle into the patient's body at a certain angle and using acupuncture techniques such as twisting and inserting to stimulate specific parts of the body to achieve the goal of treating the illness.

The Nine Revolutions Mysterious Needle was even more profound than traditional acupuncture. It was first recorded in the Yellow Emperor's Internal Scripture, but it had been lost for many years. It was said that it had a total of nine main needles and several secondary needles. The person who used it first stabbed the main needle to stabilize the universe, then supplemented it with secondary needles.

One needle to slow down the pain, two needles to disperse the bruise, three needles to calm the heart, four needles to get rid of illness, five needles to keep the soul… All the way to the ninth needle, it had the miraculous effect of reviving the dead.

However, the key to saving someone's life still lay in the experience of the person performing the acupuncture. With every needle inserted, more or less, the final outcome might be very different.

Therefore, after Eldest Master Ji received Divine Doctor Hua's treatment, his old illness would relapse. Not only was it because he had only learned the fifth needle, but it was also because he was still inexperienced.

Now, he even let his half-baked disciple clean up the mess. Kong Xiuyao covered his face and felt that Hua Hong had embarrassed him.

As he sighed repeatedly, a variable suddenly appeared!

After the man in the suit had inserted the third needle, Uncle Ji's spine suddenly straightened and he let out a series of screams. His skinny torso was like a bow, arched in reverse, and his chest bulged like a balloon. He felt like he would explode in the next second!

"What… what's going on?" The man in the suit shielded his face with his right arm and took a step back before anyone else. If it wasn't for the window behind him, he might have retreated even further.

Master Ji, who was on the ground, was squirming on the spot in an extremely distorted posture. His painful screams were terrifying. The passengers who were tightly gathered around him scattered and retreated as if they were hiding from a disease. They completely looked at how hard they had worked to get to the front row.

Even someone who lacked common sense would know that an uncontrolled regurgitation of the body had injured the spine. And it had happened very quickly. How did the man in the suit insert the needle? Could treating the lungs damage the spine?

What was even more infuriating was that instead of taking emergency measures, he pretended to be calm. After wiping the sweat off his forehead, he said to Fang Fang, "Unfortunately, little girl, prepare your grandfather's funeral."

Kong Xiuyao went up and slapped him. In the next second, the man's face swelled up like a monkey's butt that had been smeared with blush.

"Mediocre! Are you speaking human language?"

He actually said such cold-blooded words to a ten-year-old girl! Kong Xiuyao could not stand it anymore.

He shook out the cloth bag again. A row of needles, the same as the man in the suit, was placed in front of everyone. The man in the suit was stunned and did not think to settle the score with Kong Xiuyao.

This was because he could tell from the characteristics of the millimeter that the other party was using the same needle technique as him.

"Si--" The man in the suit covered his swollen left cheek and thought angrily, "I, a disciple of Divine Doctor Hua, have only learnt the second needle. You're so old. Why are you pretending? It's just nice. If someone dies, that life would be on you!"