Chapter 27: Spiral Needle Dissolving Technique

  Under the suspicious gaze of these traditional Chinese medicine experts, Han Ankang didn't explain much either. Carrying his traditional Chinese medicine kit on his back, he returned to the intensive care unit where Zhao's old man was being treated.

  As he once again performed the Liu Yang Hui Tian Zhen, waking up Old Man Zhao from his drowsy state, he recognized that this was the long-lost ancient technique of Daoist acupuncture, and finally believed. The Chinese medicine master who was said to be extremely divine by the experts at the provincial hospital yesterday turned out to be a Chinese medicine doctor who had graduated from medical school just over a year ago, and should still be called a 'greenhorn'.

  Only Gu Heng, who had some contact with Han Ankang, knew that when Han Ankang was studying at the Traditional Chinese Medicine Academy, his level of traditional Chinese medicine theory and actual treatment were higher than those of other students. The family's handed-down ancient massage technique, he had never seen before. Therefore, facing colleagues asking him about Han Ankang's situation, he could only say what he knew.

  Upon learning that Han Ankang came from a family of traditional Chinese medicine, these old TCM doctors mistakenly thought that the nearly lost Six Yang Revival Needles he performed might be his family's unique skills. Therefore, out of curiosity, they didn't dare to disturb Han Ankang's treatment.

  Zhao Hu woke up again from his daze and looked at Han Ankang, who had chatted with him for a bit yesterday. In a slightly hoarse voice, he said: "Thank you!"

  Everyone who knows Zhao Hu's extremely competitive personality also knows that there are not many people in the entire China worthy of his gratitude. Unexpectedly, he was now thanked by a young traditional Chinese medicine practitioner.

  Han Ankang always showed a warm and gentle smile to his patients, saying: "Old man, from today on, I'll be your attending physician. Next, I'll use acupuncture to remove the bullet that represents your merit. Since it can't be taken out, I'm afraid we can't leave it as a keepsake for you, don't mind, okay?"

  At that time, in the War to Resist US Aggression and Aid Korea, Zhao Hu was hit by a bullet from the US military which has not been removed until now. Hearing this young doctor still care about his feelings, he squeezed out a faint smile: "It's nothing, being entangled with this bullet for a lifetime, I'm glad to hear it leave!"

  Everyone present knew that the bullet had been in Zhao Hu's body for a longer period than some people's age. Think about it, such a potentially lethal time bomb was hidden inside his body all this time. If he wasn't someone with extraordinary courage, he would probably have been scared to death, how could he remain as calm as Zhao Hu?

  After saying these words, Zhao Hu's breathing became somewhat labored, but after a head massage from Han Ankang, his breathing quickly stabilized. Seeing that Old Man Zhao wanted to speak again, Han Ankang stretched out a finger and placed it in front of his mouth, smiling as he said: "Old Master, later we still have a big battle to fight, why not save some strength and fight alongside me?"

  It's clear that the old man in front of him is a fierce warrior, and he describes treatment as going to war, which undoubtedly arouses his strong will to survive. Indeed, Zhao Hu was very pleased with Han Ankang's grasp of his belligerent temperament, nodded seriously, and promised to cooperate fully with Han Ankang's treatment.

  Knowing that the treatment would be a slow and arduous process, Han Ankang took out the hundred-year-old ginseng from the medicine box he had obtained from the Zhao family yesterday. He took out a sharp small knife and cut the ginseng into thin slices that could be swallowed or held in the mouth. This empty-handed ginseng-cutting skill also made the experts present gasp in amazement.

  Cut the ginseng into thin slices, Han Ankang took out two slices and signaled to Old Man Zhao to open his mouth, putting the ginseng slices in his mouth for him to hold. If he felt the ginseng was getting too hot, swallowing it wouldn't be a big deal.

  Everything was ready, and Han Ankang took out the golden needle he had familiarized himself with overnight, taking out one of the thickest needles. He also placed a prepared magnet aside for use. Knowing that this dissolving technique was also a test of the patient's willpower, Han Ankang looked at Zhao Jia Lao Ye Zi, who had made psychological preparations.

  "With a slightly serious expression, he said: 'Old man, during the treatment later on, there will be some discomfort and pain. I hope you can endure it for a bit longer. If you can just hold on this time, after several treatments, you should be able to regain your strength. You used to take down American soldiers, so surely you won't succumb to a bullet wound?'"

  Zhao Hu's face fell as he listened to this, his eyes flashing with anger at Han Ankang's doubt about his willpower. Just as all his attention was focused on his anger, the golden needle that had been ready in his hand was swiftly and accurately hit by a bullet from Han Ankang, right on its head.

  Although it was just a flash, the people present were shocked by Han Ankang's boldness in administering the injection. Even Zhao Hu, who was still angry, felt a tremble in his heart and couldn't help but let out a painful hum.

  It wasn't until now that he realized he had been distracted by the young doctor earlier. If he had stared at the golden needle piercing next to his heart, he would have been mentally tense too. Although it felt a bit uncomfortable now, he still managed to hold on with his endurance.

  With the gold needle in place, he could feel the tip of the needle was just above the bullet head. Han Ankang faced the old man who had reacted and gave a thumbs up: "Not bad, worthy of being a tiger general on the battlefield. We've passed the first test, next is the endurance test, later you'll feel a bit numb and painful. That's the effect of the treatment, if you want to recover quickly, just bear with it."

  But if you really can't bear it, don't force yourself to endure it, be sure to tell me. This is related to my next treatment, so you must remember! And you can't pretend to be strong either!"

  Standing by and watching Han Ankang treat his father like a child, Zhao Cheng was shocked and also admired Han Ankang for being able to grasp his father's temperament. The more serious you are with him, the more he thinks you're talking nonsense and doesn't take it seriously. But if you can grasp his temperament, you can basically get him to listen to you completely.

  As Zhao Hu nodded again, the ancient spinning needle technique was performed once more, shocking the elderly Chinese medicine practitioners present. As the golden needle began to vibrate and spin at a high frequency, Zhao Hu felt as if an ant was crawling on his heart, but he could endure this uncomfortable yet not-too-painful sensation by gritting his teeth. Thus, although Zhao Hu looked like he was about to scream in agony, he remained silent and continued staring at Han Ankang.

  At the same time as the golden needle was spinning rapidly, Gu Heng and others standing beside it staring at the golden needle saw that. The golden needle which had been shining with a golden yellow color earlier now had a layer of black powder covering its tip. Every time the powder on the tip of the golden needle increased, Han Ankang would wipe the magnet over it, sucking away the powder from the golden needle.

  Seeing the magnet absorb the black powder on the gold needle, the experts who knew why Zhao Hu was critically ill also quickly realized that the powder should be the bullet residue left in Zhao Hu's body. The people present had an epiphany-like feeling about this miraculous acupuncture treatment.

  Only the old Chinese doctor present was very clear that in order to turn the hard bullet into powder and guide it out, this kind of acupuncture is extremely difficult, and it's not an exaggeration to describe it as 'harder than climbing to heaven'. And at that moment, the golden needle kept trembling at high speed, maintaining its frequency and rotation without hurting the patient, and slowly dissolving the bullet. The accuracy in between made the old Chinese doctor present sweat all over just thinking about it.

  Staring at Han Ankang, who was fully focused on the golden needle, and Zhao Hu, who was also staring at the golden needle while sweating, this old man carefully discovered that every time the golden needle was about to stop, Han Ankang would flick it lightly with his finger, and after each flick, Han Ankang's breathing would become slightly heavier.

  Although he felt unbearable itching and was a bit worried, as the black powder was slowly guided out by the golden needle, Han Ankang, who had been clear-headed until then, suddenly became drenched in sweat, like someone who had just been pulled out of water.

  Until the end, Zhao Hu felt that something was wrong. He found Han Ankang's pale face and quickly put away the golden needle, saying: "The situation is more serious than I thought, so it can't be completely cleared today. We'll have to wait a few more days before doing the dissolving technique again. Have someone prepare some ginseng soup for Master, and we'll proceed with the acupuncture after I recover."

  Quickly finishing his words, Han Ankang fell into Cui Zhen Shan's arms, who had rushed to support him upon seeing that something was wrong. The backlash from the acupuncture technique was extremely severe for Han Ankang. During his previous treatment, a similar situation had occurred, but he hadn't directly fainted like this before.

  Thinking that something had happened, Zhao Hu felt a great deal of the oppressive feeling in his heart lifted after taking away the golden needle. He immediately said: "Dahou, quickly get the doctor to take a look, what's wrong with this child?"

  Da Tou was Zhao Chengcheng's milk name. In fact, without the governor's orders, Gu Hengli, who was good at taking pulses, immediately went over and pulled Han Ankang's arm over.

  "Governor Zhao, Secretary Zhao, and this brother, Xiao Han just consumed too much energy and hurt his body's vitality. He temporarily fell asleep. Let's give him an IV drip of nutrients later, and he'll wake up after a rest. Don't worry too much!"

  When Zhao Hu heard that Han Ankang had become like this for his own illness, he was naturally moved. This time, he really stepped into the Ghost Gate Pass and got help from Han Ankang, letting him see the opportunity to regain new life. Especially when Han Ankang fainted before, what he said was all about arrangements for him, this benevolent doctor's heart is even more worthy of respect from this old general.

  Feeling a bit better, Zhao Hu immediately ordered his son, the provincial governor, to arrange for the best care for Han Ankang. Still somewhat uneasy, he specially had a bed added to the hospital room. Only when he personally saw Han Ankang lying on the bed as if asleep and didn't appear abnormal did this old man feel slightly more at ease.

  Until the old man saw that there were so many people in the ward, it was a bit crowded, and he hurriedly drove out all the hospital leaders and officials who came to visit. Leaving only his son and Cui Zhen Shan, who was invited by him to ask about the matter of how he and Han An Kang knew each other.

  When he learned that the young master of the Cui family, who was a few years younger than him, also owed Han Ankang a life, Zhao Hu finally understood why the patriarch of the South Korean Cui family would travel thousands of miles to China to stand up for a doctor. For these old men, the value of An Kang was far more than just a lifesaver.