Siheyuan: My name is Cao Xing, and I have a strong background

Feijing Zouqi is a method of acupuncture recorded in ancient literature.

Its main function is to activate Yang energy and revitalize life, which is a technique to seize the fortune of heaven and earth.

However, this acupuncture technique requires not only the method of acupuncture but also 108 golden needles for restoring life.

But they have all been lost!

The doctor in the gown did not expect to see the unique acupuncture skills that were only recorded in literature here, and he was truly amazed.

Cao Xing did not expect that this man in a gown could actually recognize the acupuncture method he performed, and he immediately looked at him deeply.

As far as Cao Xing knows, there is indeed a summary of the method of flying meridians and moving qi recorded in the current ancient texts.

But the man in front of him could actually tell what acupuncture technique he used from his needle-applying technique and just a few words. This is not easy, and at least requires a strong foundation in acupuncture.

If this happened in ancient times, he would have at least been an imperial physician.

Could this guy be sent by higher-ups to protect the Huang family?

Cao Xing was now performing the acupuncture, so he didn't dare to be too distracted and immediately focused his attention on Mr. Huang.

As time passed, Cao Xing's forehead began to sweat slightly, but Mr. Huang's face became redder and redder, which was the result of the rapid flow of qi and blood.

To supplement the innate with the acquired is the essence of acupuncture!

However, this method of flying meridians and moving qi is not a method to change your destiny. It can only play a guiding role. It still depends on the food and medicine supplements in the later stage.

Two hours passed, and Cao Xing's hands kept changing the golden needles. An ordinary person would have collapsed long ago, but he was only sweating slightly.

Even the sweat he was sweating from was not due to tiredness, but rather excessive concentration.

Seeing that the time had come, Cao Xing took out the needle and looked at Mr. Huang again. He found that he was breathing evenly!

It was incredible that a dying person could be brought back to life, and everyone in the room was very excited.

Seeing Cao Xing had removed the needle, the doctor with glasses began to applaud.

"Wonderful! Wonderful! May I ask your name, sir?"

Cao Xing pretended to be a little tired and wiped the sweat off his face.

"Sir, I don't deserve it. I just have a teacher like Cao."

Seeing that the doctor wanted to speak, Cao Xing interrupted him with a wave of his hand and said directly to the Huang family's eldest brother, "Ask outside to send ginger and hot towels over, and also a basin of hot water."

The eldest son of the Huang family now admired Cao Xing very much. Upon hearing this, he immediately ran outside to get it in.

Cao Xing wrapped ginger in a hot towel and placed it on Mr. Huang's forehead, soles of his feet and belly button, and then placed a basin of hot water next to Mr. Huang.

Then he looked at the eldest of the Huang family and instructed: "Mr. Huang will wake up within a day. Don't move him. Put some basins of hot water in this room during this time to ensure the humidity in this room."

In response to the words of the miracle doctor, the head of the Huang family nodded repeatedly.

Cao Xing walked to the table again and wrote down a prescription.

"Go get the medicine according to the prescription right away. This medicine must be boiled for six hours after purchase. Then find a way to get some ice to refrigerate it. Give it to the old man as soon as he wakes up."

"After that, tell the old man to stop working, get more sun, and take a dose of medicine every three days for half a year."

"If you have the ability, drink more chicken soup and other tonic foods. If you don't have the ability, come to me and maintain it for half a year. In this way, the old man will have no problem living for another ten years."

The eldest brother of the Huang family, who remembered Cao Xing's words one by one, shed tears of gratitude and was about to kneel down.

How could Cao Xing accept such a gift? He quickly helped him up.

He walked over to Old Lady Zeng and said with a smile, "Grandma Zeng, I have fulfilled my mission. You must give me a few more grapes later."

Old Mrs. Zeng was so excited that she couldn't speak and kept holding Cao Xing tightly.

"Okay, good boy, grandma, on behalf of the Huang family, I thank you!"

Cao Xing said quickly: "Grandma Zeng, look at what you said. This is not the fate of the old man. It's because we get along so well."

"You are still good at talking."

"Grandma Zeng, I'm leaving now. Please let me know if you need anything later."

"Eat your meal before you go. I'll kill a pig for you."

Cao Xing waved his hands and said, "Please don't bother me anymore. I'm so tired now and just want to take a nap."

"Well... well, let's wait until Old Huang gets better before we talk about it."

"You are right. We have a long life ahead of us. We have plenty of time."

Cao Xing's words were not a compliment. The great-grandmother in front of him was actually a long-lived person. She lived to be 100 years old!

After explaining everything, Cao Xing put away the golden needle and left the Huang family.

Just as they reached an alley, he stopped and spoke to himself.

"Come out, aren't you tired of following me for so long?"

After saying that, he turned around and saw a middle-aged doctor wearing glasses and a gown appearing from the corner.

"I am just amazed at your medical skills, please forgive me."

Cao Xing was also helpless. He didn't expect that there was someone with such high medical skills in the Huang family. He watched the whole process of him saving people. If he had known this, he would have let this person go.

This person spoke in a very literary way, which made Cao Xing become more literary as well.

"I don't deserve it, sir. I just happened to learn this needle technique."

The middle-aged doctor smiled and shook his head, saying, "Sir, you have the inherited golden needle for resurrection, and you also know the lost acupuncture method. How can you be worthy of the title of Sir?"

"Haha, Chinese medicine is broad and profound, acupuncture is always available, and the medical science is endless. How dare I call myself a master!"

The doctor complimented him upon hearing this.

"When I look at your prescriptions and your natural use of medicine, I realize that your understanding of Chinese medicine is much deeper than mine. You are qualified to be my teacher."

Cao Xing actually had a hard time convincing him. It was obvious that this man wanted to rely on him.

"You don't have to praise me like that. I told you that my medical skills are still limited and I can't be someone else's teacher. What do you want?"

The man actually bowed to Cao Xing.

"My name is Cao Zhi. I have been very interested in Chinese medicine since I was a child. Now I see that you have wonderful acupuncture techniques and natural pharmacology, so I want to become your disciple. I hope you will help me."

Cao Xing didn't expect that this person was his relative, but he had no intention of accepting him as a disciple, so he immediately refused.

"Your medical skills are already very good. The best way is to continue to study Chinese medicine. Becoming a disciple is not a good choice. Besides, our medical skills are only comparable. I can't teach you anything. You should leave as soon as possible."

Cao Xing really couldn't get used to such flowery talk. He suppressed the feeling of nausea and was about to turn around and leave, but the middle-aged doctor didn't give him the chance.

"Sir, it's okay if you want to leave. Cao Zhi also knows your home and will visit you when he has time."

Upon hearing this, Cao Xing was completely speechless.

He immediately asked, "What do you want?"

Cao Zhi's eyes were full of desire: "Become my disciple!"

"impossible!"

After saying this, Cao Xing didn't give him any chance to speak again. He turned around and ran away.

Although there was disappointment on Cao Zhi's face, his thirst for traditional Chinese medicine prevented him from giving up.

He could see that Cao Xing's skills were far superior to his, and his acupuncture techniques were no less adept than his master's. He would never let such a great scholar go.