Chapter Sixteen: Ancient Dart Needle Technique

  Cui Zhihao chose to believe in himself among the many experts, and Han Ankang didn't continue to waste words with these experts. He came to Cui Lao, who was lying on the bed, his body constantly trembling, but unable to make a sound, and quickly removed all the intravenous tubes stuck in his wrist.

  After removing the intravenous needle, Han Ankang took off the needle package on his wrist in front of the experts present. Looking at this ancient needle package, except for the doctor who asked questions earlier with a solemn face, the other experts did not think that this young doctor had such great skills to safely transfer Cui Lao, who was on the verge of death, to another place for treatment.

  Kim Jong Kook, who had been shaken to his core since he arrived here, handed over the travel bag and took out a ginseng that almost cost him his life in the mountains. Han Ahn Kang received a small piece of the hundred-year-old ginseng's whiskers and placed it in a glass cup in the hospital room to soak in water.

  When he saw the ginseng, Li Ren, a national hospital expert and also a master of traditional Chinese medicine, exclaimed: "Centennial ginseng!"

  After these three words were spoken, Han Ankang turned his head to look at him and didn't say much, but felt that someone who could recognize the dry participation year at a glance should have a relatively solid foundation in traditional Chinese medicine identification. Even Choi Zhihao, who was standing aside and had no good feelings towards these doctors, did not dare disturb Han Ankang, but was curious about what the precious medicinal material was that was soaking in the water cup.

  "Li Doctor, do you recognize what's in that cup?"

  Knowing this matter, it's likely to make the president of this large group distrust their hospital. Li Ren also took the opportunity to explain: "Director Cui, where did you invite this expert from? Do you know that the thing the doctor just brought out is a top-quality 100-year-old Changbai Mountain ginseng that's hard to buy even with money?"

  "As far as I know, not long ago in a Singapore auction house, a hundred-year-old ginseng was sold for a staggering 10 billion won. With such a precious ginseng to save his life, it's no wonder he dared to guarantee that Choi would be fine even if he were transferred to another hospital. This hundred-year-old ginseng is indeed a top-grade lifesaving treasure!"

  100 billion won, this amount would naturally not be a problem for Choi Ji-ho, the head of such a large conglomerate. But Kim Jong-kook, who had just helped Han Ahn-gong with his luggage, was startled by these words.

  He couldn't have imagined that a travel bag worth only tens of thousands of won would contain rare and precious medicinal herbs worth billions. For a moment, he also felt that this new friend was getting more and more incomprehensible.

  Learning from Li Ren that they had this treasure, Father's transfer to the hospital would not be in danger, Cui Zhihao, who had just decided to take a gamble, undoubtedly let out a long sigh of relief. Just as everyone watched Han Ankang take out a small alcohol lamp from his bag and light it up, putting several silver needles on the flame for disinfection.

  Hàn ānkāng, who was focused on treating the patient and didn't have the energy to listen to what people in the room were saying, turned his head and said, "When I'm administering the acupuncture, no one is allowed to disturb me. If I accidentally insert the needle incorrectly, you will all be held responsible."

  Just as these words once again enraged the experts, who were too afraid to speak out, Han Ankang quickly untied the sick clothes from the old man's body and opened his chest, which was also dry and bony with a foul smell.

  After putting the disinfected silver needle on his hand, under everyone's gaze that couldn't help but take a breath of cool air, he quickly inserted the long silver needle into the major acupoints on the old man's chest.

  Looking at the few silver needles inserted in the heart position, if it weren't for Han Ankang's warning just now, the experts present who understood those acupoints would probably think that Han Ankang was going to commit murder!

  It's not over yet, after inserting the silver needle at the chest, Han Ankang inserted another silver needle into the old man's top of the head and temple. Until all the disinfected silver needles were finished, Han Ankang also let out a sigh of relief with some excitement.

  Experts who thought it was over after the silver needle was inserted, saw Han Ankang take a deep breath, bend his right middle finger, and with a very slow but rhythmic motion, lightly plucked the inserted silver needle.

  It was as if a miracle had occurred, and the silver needles that had been plucked began to vibrate in rhythm, one by one, until the last needle started to quiver. The first plucked silver needle was still shaking with the rhythm.

  It's Lee In, who is studying what they call Korean medicine, who stammered out: "Ancient acupuncture! Heaven! I thought only the ancients could do this, but it seems that in this life, I really have the chance to witness this divine needling technique. Director Choi, may I ask you, what's the name and background of this great master?"

  Li Ren, who knew that Han Ankang's medical skills were far beyond his own, was extremely cautious when asking Choi Ji-ho and also wanted to know what was so magical about the ancient acupuncture technique. After telling Li Ren about Han Ankang's background, he also asked him what was so magical about the acupuncture technique.

  Under the curious gaze of everyone present, Li Rendao said: "I believe you all know that Chinese medicine has a long history. I was once fortunate enough to get a book that records the various magical and mysterious techniques performed by ancient Chinese medical masters. Among them is the 'Dǎo Zhēn Shù' (弹针术) technique just demonstrated by Master Han."

  You might think that just plucking it once is simple, but what I'm telling you is that to maintain the frequency of the tremolo after the initial pluck. There isn't a single master of Korean traditional music in all of Korea who can do this.

  According to the medical book, acupuncture must be used in conjunction with Taoist true energy. As far as I know, there are not many people who possess this kind of Taoist true energy in Huaxia. Director Cui, you're able to find such an extraordinary person to treat your father's illness, it has to be said that your luck is enviable!

  When Cui Zhihao saw that Han Ankang could cure his father's strange illness, he felt that this dead horse doctor's method really brought unexpected benefits. After listening to Li Renming's seemingly profound sighs, Cui Zhihao thought of the legendary mountain hermits in their clan who possessed some martial arts skills.

  Even if someone has attained a high level of cultivation, to the point where they are impervious to swords and guns, Cui Zhihao knew that no matter what, he had to get along well with Han Ankang. This would have an immeasurable impact on elevating the status of the Cui family in South Korea in the future.

  At the same time, Cui Zhihao also knew that Han Ankang, who was not good at socializing but valued relationships, couldn't be won over by fame or fortune alone. After listening to Li Ren's words, he too began to consider how to establish a good friendship with Han Ankang.

  Just as everyone was marveling that there were indeed people in this world who could withstand the true energy of Taoism, after the needle on his forehead was finished, Jin Zhongguo, standing beside Han Ankang, found that Han Ankang's face had turned extremely pale. By the time the last needle was finished, he even appeared to be unsteady on his feet.

  Jin Zhongguo hastily stepped forward and supported Han Ankang, concernedly asking: "Little Han, are you okay?"

  At this time, Cui Zhihao, who was probably also injured by the needle earlier, hurriedly stepped forward and said: "Let Master Han be so tired from saving my father, Zhihao is extremely grateful."

  After finishing, he carefully gave Han Ankang a 90-degree bow and looked at the sincerity on Cui Zhihao's face. Knowing his own affairs, Han Ankang waved his hand and gently pushed away Jin Zhongguo's supporting hands, sighing: "It's nothing, it's just that my skills are not yet up to par, which is why I overdosed with the needle, almost unable to hold on until the last needle."

  However, fortunately, a moment later as expected, Cui Lao should be able to speak. At that time, just feed him the ginseng water in the cup, and he shouldn't have any problems within three days. Moreover, he won't have to suffer from physical itching pain either."

  It's been days since I've heard my father open his eyes and speak, Cui Zhihao. As soon as Han Ankang arrived, he was able to treat my father to this extent. Overcome with emotion, I bowed again and said: "Thank you, thank you!"

  Only when they realized that Han Ankang's medical skills were beyond their reach, these relatively decent experts didn't dare to complain about him anymore. After all, in the medical field, doctors with high medical skills will still be respected by other doctors.

  The medical skills and ethics that Han Ankang has shown are completely worthy of respect from these experts. For this reason, the gaze of these hospital high-level experts towards Han Ankang also contains a hint of concern.

  Han Ankang, who had found a chair beside him and sat down with his eyes closed to regulate his breathing, soon heard the old man on the bed suddenly say: "So comfortable!"

  Although the voice was small, everyone in the room heard it clearly. Han Ankang said that within a minute, the old man would open his eyes and speak. As expected, after saying this sentence, Cui Lao quickly opened his eyes, which had been unable to open for many days due to weakness.

  When he saw the silver needle tied to his chest and his excited son standing beside the bed, he also smiled with comfort and said in a slightly hoarse voice: "Zhihao, where is the master you invited this time? I want to thank him. Although I couldn't speak or open my eyes just now, I know that if it wasn't for his treatment, I probably wouldn't have been able to see you again until I died. In any case, I must thank him, this needle feels so comfortable!"

  For the first time, I heard someone say that being pricked by a needle feels comfortable. This old man is quite interesting. Without Chui Zhihao's introduction, Han Ankang walked up and asked with a smile: "Old Chui, how do you feel now?"

  Father saw the sudden question and Han Ankang was a little confused, Cui Zhihao hurriedly said: "Dad, this is Master Han Ankang, a medical master from Huaxia, who just gave you an injection."

  As soon as he heard his son's introduction, Cui Lao, who was lying in bed, also felt that it was indeed the case that "the country is full of talented people, and the new generation surpasses the old". When did such a young doctor have such exquisite medical skills?

  If it weren't for his son saying that Han Ankang was the one who had saved him, he probably wouldn't have guessed that the medical master who had pulled him back from the brink of death with just a few needles would be so young!