The seven-inch long golden needle was slapped into the center of Mr. Qian's eyebrows by Ye Qiu's rough palm.
Qian Bowen felt his heart tighten. Can his father bear such a slap from Ye Qiu?
However, he did not understand medicine, and the three masters of traditional Chinese medicine did not stop Ye Qiu, and he did not dare to say anything.
As everyone knows, the three masters of Chinese medicine are also in extreme shock at this moment.
This was the first time they had seen this method of acupuncture.
"Lao Zhang, you are proficient in acupuncture, have you ever recognized the acupuncture method Xiaoye used?" Nie Xueliang asked in a low voice.
Zhang Jiuling shook his head: "I have never seen it."
hiss!
Nie Xueliang took a breath of air and said: "This method is too overbearing, even you don't know..."
"No need to worry, Xiaoye won't do anything random."
Zhang Jiuling has blind trust in Ye Qiu.
Among the people present, he was the only one who had seen Ye Qiu treat illnesses and save people several times, so he had great confidence in Ye Qiu.
then.
Ye Qiu took out a second golden needle, which was also seven inches long and as thin as a hair. After disinfecting it with alcohol, he flicked it with his finger.
"Buzz!"
The golden needle trembled rapidly and made a buzzing sound. Then, Ye Qiu slapped the golden needle into Mr. Qian's Baihui point with another palm.
Immediately afterwards, Ye Qiu pointed at Mr. Qian's temple again, sending a wisp of innate Qi into it.
As soon as the Xiantian Qi entered Mr. Qian's body, Mr. Qian's body began to tremble violently.
"There's a reaction!"
Qian Weidong's eyes lit up and he began to look at Ye Qiu with admiration.
Three masters of traditional Chinese medicine diagnosed and treated my father for a long time and used many methods. Even though they swallowed the Dabu Decoction made from 100-year-old ginseng, there was no sign of his father waking up.
Qian Weidong did not expect that Ye Qiu would make his father react in a very short period of time just by using two golden needles.
Moreover, Mr. Qian's body was shaking more and more frequently, and it looked like he would wake up at any time.
"Jinglan's son is not simple!"
Qian Weidong glanced at Ye Qiu and thought to himself.
Time passes minute by minute.
Mr. Qian's body trembled for ten minutes without opening his eyelids.
"What's going on? Why hasn't Mr. Qian woke up yet?" Li Chunfeng asked in confusion.
Nie Xueliang then said: "According to common sense, Mr. Qian should have woken up long ago!"
Zhang Jiuling smiled and said: "Don't be anxious, watch quietly, Xiaoye has his own sense of proportion."
Another five minutes passed.
Ye Qiu withdrew his fingers, but did not take back the two golden needles left on Mr. Qian's eyebrows and Baihui point.
"Ye Qiu, why hasn't father woke up yet?" Qian Bowen asked anxiously when he saw Ye Qiu stopping.
"Uncle, grandpa won't wake up."
What's the meaning?
Qian Bowen's face turned pale. Doesn't this mean that his father is still going to die?
When Qian Jinglan heard this, tears appeared in the corners of her eyes, and asked: "Qiu'er, is your grandpa... really hopeless?"
"Mom, don't cry. I haven't finished speaking yet." Ye Qiu said, "Grandpa won't wake up for the time being, but he will wake up soon."
"Ye Qiu, what do you mean?" Qian Bowen asked doubtfully: "You said one moment that my father would not wake up, and the next that he would wake up. I was confused by you."
Ye Qiu explained: "As I said before, grandpa was cursed by someone using the art of aversion to victory. Therefore, there is only one way to revive grandpa, and that is to find the object of aversion to victory."
"As long as you find something disgusting and burn it, grandpa will wake up immediately."
Qian Bowen's expression softened a little and he said: "So that's the case. You should have told me earlier. It scared me to death."
"Ye Qiu, let me ask you, is it true that father can only wake up if he finds something he hates to win?" Qian Weidong asked.
Ye Qiu nodded: "Yes."
"What if you can't find the thing that makes you tired of winning?"
"Then grandpa will never wake up."
"That's troublesome." Qian Weidong said with a bitter face: "We don't know who put the curse on my father, so how can we find something that hates winning?"
Qian Bowen continued: "Although my father is a bit rigid, he has never made enemies with others. I can't think of who is trying to kill my father?"
Ye Qiu said: "Uncle and uncle, you don't need to worry, I have my own means to find the person who cast the curse."
Hearing this, surprise appeared on the faces of Qian Bowen and Qian Weidong, and they asked one after another:
"Ye Qiu, are you telling the truth?"
"Can you really find the person who cast the curse?"
Ye Qiu smiled bitterly and said: "Two uncles, can you trust me more? In addition to being a doctor, I am also your nephew. Don't you even have some basic trust in me?"
Qian Bowen coughed twice in embarrassment: "Ahem, it's not that we don't trust you, it's just..."
"Qiu'er, don't joke with your two uncles." Qian Jinglan glared at Ye Qiu and asked, "When are you going to find the person who cast the curse?"
"Don't worry, we need to prepare something first." Ye Qiu asked Qian Bowen: "Uncle, do you have a compass at home?"
"Compass?" Qian Bowen was stunned for a moment before reacting: "Are you talking about the compass used for fortune telling?"
"Yes." Ye Qiu nodded and asked, "Do you have any at home? I need it."
"Father likes these things. If I remember correctly, there is one in the drawer of his desk. Just wait for me." After Qian Bowen finished speaking, he went to find the compass.
As soon as he left, the three masters of traditional Chinese medicine couldn't help but ask Ye Qiu.
"Xiaoye, what acupuncture method did you use just now?"
"Why did you leave the two golden needles in Mr. Qian's acupuncture points and not take them out?"
"Since you clearly know that you need to find the object of victory and burn it before Mr. Qian can wake up, then what is the meaning of your treatment just now?"
"Three seniors, I will answer your questions one by one."
Ye Qiu said with a smile: "What I just used was the soul-suppressing needle, which is a relatively unpopular Taoist acupuncture technique, so Mr. Zhang must have never heard of it."
"The Soul-Calming Needle has the effect of removing evil spirits and exorcising evil spirits."
"The curse is an evil spirit, and it happens to be restrained by the soul-killing needle."
"As long as I leave the two golden needles in Grandpa's acupuncture points, Grandpa will not be cursed to further harm his body."
"I don't know if the seniors noticed it, but after I administered the soul-suppressing needle, my grandfather's complexion returned. This means that the soul-suppressing needle has taken effect."
The three masters of traditional Chinese medicine glanced at the bed. Indeed, Mr. Qian's face had returned to rosy.
Ye Qiu continued: "As for what Mr. Li asked, I know that I need to find something that is disgusting and burn it so that grandpa can wake up. Why do I still need to use the soul-suppressing needle? What is the meaning of doing so?"
"Actually, I do this for two reasons."
"The first one, as I just said, the soul-suppressing needle can restrain the curse so that the curse cannot further harm grandpa's body."
"As for the second one...Mr. Li, please check Grandpa's pulse!"
Li Chunfeng was a little confused, but he still did as Ye Qiu said. When he took hold of Mr. Qian's pulse, he was suddenly shocked.
