novelraw Chapter 67: Admit Defeat
Chapter 67: Admit Defeat
The stethoscope slammed onto Zhao Jinhai’s head, making him clutch his head without daring to utter a sound, glaring hatefully at Xu Xiangbei.
Xu Xiangbei turned his face towards the suffering Ding Yong, smirking evilly, "Hurt, doesn’t it? Let’s do it again."
Upon hearing there would be another round, Ding Yong was scared out of his wits; he couldn’t bear such pain.
Before he could react, Xu Xiangbei slapped his shoulder heavily, injecting an imperceptible thread of True Essence through the Jianjing point.
Ding Yong wanted to run but was firmly held by Xu Xiangbei, unable to move. The piercing pain struck again, not just his shoulder but half his body felt like it was being pierced by needles.
He burst into tears and knelt, "Big brother, spare me. The bet between you and Divine Doctor Zhao has nothing to do with me. I’m just here for treatment. I have elders above me and children below, please spare my little life."
The surrounding crowd began doubting Xu Xiangbei’s actions, thinking he was bullying a pitiful patient. Accusations rang out, with some even shouting, "Didn’t you say you would heal people? Why are you just hitting them?"
"Yeah, can you even heal at all?"
Even the old lady turned her face away in distress, unable to bear witnessing Ding Yong’s suffering, "Young man, you can’t do this. It’s a sin."
Zhao Changgui revealed a sinister smile, feeling it was time to speak. He let out a cold snort, stood up, adopting a righteous posture, "Kid, you’re going too far bullying people. All these villagers are watching you. If you cause more trouble, I’ll call the police on you."
Ding Yong, heartbroken, wiped his tears with his left hand, suddenly realizing his left hand could move.
A warm current was gently flowing through his arm, easing the piercing pain greatly, and bringing a slight tingling sensation, making him feel as comfortable as a spring breeze.
He burst into a smile through his tears, grinning at Xu Xiangbei foolishly, then gently waving his left hand, he couldn’t help but cry out again, decades old but crying like a child, shoulders trembling continuously.
He laughed and cried like a madman, while Zhao Jinhai gloated, "It’s over; this fatty has gone mad from the treatment by this kid."
Zhang Xiaoli laughed heartily, sarcastically, "So pathetic, couldn’t move his left hand before, and now he’s gone mad, haha."
However, Zhao Changgui’s face turned ashen, alternating between red and white, as he clearly saw Xu Xiangbei’s hand. Even though it rested on Ding Yong’s shoulder, his index and thumb were pinched together like holding a needle.
His eyes were filled with astonishment, unconsciously replicating Xu Xiangbei’s gesture, his surprise gradually turning into shock. Could this be the legendary Eight Needles of Heaven, lost for a century?
No way, this kid is barely in his twenties; how could he possibly know the Eight Needles of Heaven? Impossible.
He screamed in his heart, his gaze changing from shock to hatred, jealousy, and malice.
Someone in the crowd with sharp eyes exclaimed, "His left hand is moving, it really is moving."
The crowd erupted, Zhao Changgui slumped into a Tai Chi chair, no longer as spirited as before, his face now dark as water, fiercely pinching his fingers until they bled.
Ding Yong wiped his tears, these were tears of joy and excitement, kneeling on the ground, he tightly gripped Xu Xiangbei’s hand, "Little Divine Doctor, thank you. Though your method is strange, my left hand really moved and has sensation. You are like a reborn parent to me."
Ding Yong wanted to kowtow but was glared at by Xu Xiangbei, "Get up. If you don’t, I’ll make your arm immobile again."
Ding Yong, knowing Xu Xiangbei’s prowess, was frightened and jumped up from the ground in a flash. Xu Xiangbei chuckled, "Next time, don’t visit quacks again; all he gave you were painkillers. Of course, you didn’t feel pain, but once you stop the medication, the pain comes back worse, and so does the condition."
Upon learning the truth, Ding Yong glared hatefully at Zhao Changgui, "You’re really a quack; you gave me painkillers, no wonder my shoulder didn’t hurt, but it hurt terribly once I stopped the medication."
Zhao Changgui, exposed, wished he could crawl into a hole, still unwilling to give up, his voice hoarse with agitation, asked Xu Xiangbei, "What method did you use to cure him?"
Xu Xiangbei giggled, "Calling you a quack isn’t an exaggeration at all. Can’t you see it? Weren’t you just gesturing too?"
Xu Xiangbei glanced at Zhao Changgui’s right hand, the index finger pinching hard enough to bleed, revealing his internal struggle.
Initially, he just intended to ruin his reputation; Xu Xiangbei felt Zhao Changgui had some story behind his resentment towards the Eight Needles of Heaven.
Zhao Changgui, deeply scheming, although hating Xu Xiangbei intensely inside, displayed no expression on his face, retracting his hand behind him, "The Eight Needles of Heaven? Impressive, I’ve seen it again, I lost."
Xu Xiangbei pointed at Zhao Changgui and scolded, "Lost, did you? Serves you right, you quack. You couldn’t truly cure Ding Yong, gave him just painkillers. Of course, the pain reduced, but his chill worsened, and his meridians were blocked. If it had been a few days later, even the Eight Needles of Heaven couldn’t cure him."
Zhao Jinhai and Zhang Xiaoli exchanged bewildered looks, unable to comprehend how Ding Yong’s arm suddenly moved. Was this guy an inside man? Impossible; before entering, Zhao Jinhai had specifically checked Ding Yong’s left hand to ensure it couldn’t move.
Seeing Zhao Changgui concede, Zhao Jinhai panicked, "Dad, don’t admit defeat. This kid was just a blind cat catching a dead mouse, curing Ding Yong by sheer luck."
Zhang Xiaoli, full of disbelief, hid behind Zhao Jinhai, her eyes growing fearful, regretting her previous impulsiveness. Smearing his reputation was one thing, but why did I have to speak out? If Zhao Changgui loses, he’ll get fifty slaps.
The crowd erupted into voices, "Truly a Divine Doctor!"
"This kid’s really got skills."
"Little Divine Doctor, take a look at me, please check me."
The crowd first gasped, then began to cheer, scrambling to push to Xu Xiangbei’s side, hoping for a consultation.
Xu Xiangbei took a drag of his cigarette and shouted at the pressing crowd, "Don’t come over, or I’ll worsen your conditions. If you want treatment, go to the People’s Hospital, I’m a consultant there."
The crowd knew Xu Xiangbei’s eccentric disposition, quick-tempered and unpredictable, none daring to provoke him. Scared into retreating, someone suggested, "So why are we waiting? Let’s quickly go to the People’s Hospital, no more seeing this quack."
In the blink of an eye, the once bustling clinic became desolate, deserted.
"You’ve lost, now smash that plaque."