Chapter 3: One Needle Down!

  Seeing no way out, Xia Qiuzi patted her buttocks and stood up, smiling playfully.

  "My little life is no less valuable than yours, old man! Don't forget that we two are now tied together... No, I mean we're a pair of grasshoppers strung on the same thread!"

  Her voice had a softness unique to girls, but the words that rolled out of her mouth didn't sound like something a girl would say.

  "Look up!"

  He seemed to be used to using this commanding tone of cold language. A pair of icy black eyes narrowed slightly, as if born superior, as if there would be a dense storm of pear flowers at any time, piercing into the gaps between people's bones, unable to be expelled, dissolved or grasped...

  Summer begins on the seventh day of the first month, conditioned reflex, lift head and clench fists tightly.

  "What?"

  "Come over!"

  He seemed to have looked enough, he suddenly untied his cloak and sat down, revealing the wound on his back.

  The tightly strung heart finally fell back into place on the seventh day of summer, and I couldn't help but sigh in relief at the narrow escape.

  Unexpectedly, the old man who had been watching for a long time suddenly knelt down with a 'thud'.

  "Father, absolutely not! How can your precious body be treated by this country bumpkin?"

  "Old Sun!"

  That person frowned, his tone was stern and had a warning meaning.

  "Old and decrepit, old and decrepit..." Old Sun knocked his head on the ground several times, speaking with great emotion, as if he would hang himself to death to prove his point. "Your Excellency, even if you want to take my head off, I absolutely cannot agree! The medical skills of our dynasty are advanced, famous doctors can be found everywhere, but which family of doctors has a young son who dares to call himself a divine doctor? And what's more, he is just a young whippersnapper?"

  Infantile oral thrush?

  At the beginning of summer, Qian could tolerate a thousand things and ten thousand things, but she couldn't tolerate others doubting her medical skills.

  "Oh, then you tell me, what would make you believe?"

  Old Sun hummed heavily and said, "If you know how to practice medicine, first recite the 'Huangdi Neijing' for me to hear?"

  Will she say her greatest advantage is... having super strong memory?

  She shook her head with a smile, "No."

  "Su Wen?"

  "I won't."

  "Discussion of Cold Damage"?

  "Nor will I."

  "What book will you recite? What skills do you have?" Old Sun asked with a tone of disdain.

  "Achoo!"

  Xia Chuqi rudely let out a big sneeze, wiped her mouth and smiled slyly.

  "But I will, miss, and you certainly won't..."

  Ignoring Old Sun's beet-red face, she went straight over to rummage through his medical box for medical instruments. As expected, the times were different and these medical instruments were also very shabby, making her, a genuine descendant of an ancient medical family, feel a kind of 'a skilled woman can't cook without rice' depression.

  Fortunately, there were still several silver needles left.

  She took out a silver needle and blew on it, then patted Lao Sun's shoulder.

  "Old sir, would you like me to give your grandfather an injection?"

  "What makes you think I'd believe... Ah!"

  Ah, a miserable cry, Old Sun couldn't have anticipated that she would suddenly become difficult. Terrified, looking at the two silver needles inserted in her shoulder, he was furious and wanted to raise his hand to scold her, but how could his arm be lifted again?

  "Hands, my old hands... You daredevil, you're so bold!"

  Smiling and raising an eyebrow, Xia Chuqi pretended not to know.

  "Huh? Old man, what's wrong with your hand? Come on, come on, come and hit me?"

  "You, you, you... what kind of sorcery have you used? You wicked woman..."

  "That's enough!"

  Two cold words made the two people who were arguing cease their noise immediately.

  "Alright, I can stomach the Prime Minister's schemes and won't bother with you." Xia Chuyi lazily pulled back her silver needle and put on a sweet smile as she met the profound gaze beneath that icy brow.

  "Alright, it's your turn! Today, you're in luck. You've met a divine doctor, so let me show you the power of acupuncture anesthesia."

  "Acupuncture anesthesia?"

  He smiled complacently and curled up his lip, but didn't bother to explain to him, just lowered his head and patted him on the shoulder.

  "Honestly, if you've made a mistake, don't come crying to me."

  The man remained motionless, like a statue.

  Between two people, it's so quiet that there is only the sound of wind.

  Boring and uninteresting! Ignoring me? Let you taste the power of my Golden Seal Divine Needle.

  She pinched her face, twisted a needle, and then "professionally" stabbed him in the shoulder Jing Hole...

  Isn't it cool? You're going to die from pain, let's see how long you can pretend.

  However, the Silver Needle had already sunk halfway in, and no matter what sinister moves she made to strike back while treating the patient, the majestic iceberg only showed a slight fluctuation on its broad shoulders, without any further reaction.

  Iron Man! Doesn't he know pain?

  For some reason, she suddenly felt a kind of tough and hard air on him that belonged to soldiers.

  Summer seventh, the pulse is steady, and the attitude is correct. Hold the needle handle, stab the big zhuan, seal the god hall, take the utmost yang... The flying needle walks through the hole, the needle tip stabs, the needle body enters the meat, and several silver needles are skillfully manipulated.

  Acupuncture, also known as "needle anesthesia", is a method of local anesthesia that originated in 1958. Although it was already an outdated relic in its previous era, for someone who doesn't even know what dynasty they're from, it's absolutely something they've never heard of before, and their medical technology is far behind by at least ten streets.

  Well, if I had to say something was off... it's that... she also did acupuncture for the first time!

  But anyway, she's dead and doesn't need her to bury her!

  She hummed a little tune, her lips curled up in a sly smile, like a small chick with wet feathers, one foot bare and the other wearing a damp hemp shoe. Her clothes were tattered, her skin was dark and thin, but she had a hint of elegance, though not stunning beauty. However, the radiance on her face, which shone with confidence as she wielded the silver needle with ease, was so dazzling that it left old Sun, who was over fifty years old, staring blankly.

  "Does it not hurt here?"

  She suddenly asked, and he also vaguely murmured a "hmm".

  "Ah, you've run into me! Your family must have accumulated a lot of good karma!"

  “……”

  "This anesthesia method that shocks both past and present, under the heavens, is unique to our family. You say you've had a stroke of good luck?"

  “……”

  To take advantage of the opportunity to earn some medical expenses, and to make a fortune in this world for the first time, Xia Chuqi did her best to boast about her medical skills from macro to micro, from positive to negative, and from shallow to deep, repeatedly hinting that this favor was deeper than mountains and seas. Unfortunately, no matter how much she boasted, that person remained silent like a sculpture, not responding at all.

  The seventh day of summer is over!

  With the attitude of "a doctor's heart is like a parent's, not caring about life or death", she quickly cleaned up his wound and smelled the medicinal ointment that Old Sun had handed over. She carefully applied it to his swollen wound, then used boiled medical water to soak a strip of cloth to bandage him while instructing Old Sun at the same time.

  "Note: Sanqi, Shengshigao powder... each 3 qian 3 fen, Huangdan, Baizhi... Bohe each 1 qian 3 fen, add Musk 1 qian grind into powder, external application, change once a day. In addition, Xu Duan 2 qian, Shengdi 1 qian 5, Baizhi... internal administration for 7 days, promote tissue regeneration, stop bleeding, reduce inflammation and discharge pus."

  "Miss, the prescription you've written is something I've never heard of before. Could you please enlighten me?" Old Sun's eyes were dazzled and his attitude became much more respectful.

  "Ancestral secret, only passed down to descendants!" Xia Chuyi glanced at his suddenly stiff old face and continued, "However, who made me a kind-hearted girl? There's a trick I can tell you, for wounds like this, it's best to use silk thread to suture, and then remove the stitches after they heal."

  "Suture? Remove stitches?"

  Looking at his shocked and frightened appearance, Xia Chuyi's medical ethics also traversed time and space. She knew that due to the limited medical conditions and technology in ancient times, doctors did not understand wound suturing, and countless people died in vain. Being a good person to the end, she introduced the benefits of external trauma suturing and precautions to Old Sun Head, speaking until her mouth was dry and tongue parched, and the pain and discomfort on her body returned, exhausting her energy, and she weakly sat on the reeds, waving her hand.

  "It's settled then! I've given you the medical expenses, now let's each go our separate ways..."

  Clang——

  A shrill, ear-piercing sound rang out, and before she could even close her mouth, a chill ran down her neck as a sharp sword pressed intimately against her throat. The sword's body was slender and thin, its light reflecting like the ripples on flowing water, its tip razor-sharp, with a faint mist of blood still lingering on it, seemingly having drunk its fill of human lifeblood.

  "Speak! Who are you?"

  Uh...

  He shouldn't have said "You pesky little demon" and then pulled out a gold coin to shoo her away, should he? How could this be?