Making you a son-in-law is not about making you conquer the world.

Li Yongnian's eyes widened instantly, like two burning flames of anger. His voice trembled with rage, yet it was all the more resounding:

"Hmph! How dare you presume to say that Young Master Chen is unqualified to treat patients? I have practiced medicine for decades, and although I would not dare to say that my medical skills have reached the pinnacle, I must admit that I am still inferior to a young talent like Young Master Lin. If what you say is true, would I also have to resign and abandon my ambition to heal the sick and save lives? That is utterly absurd!"

"Moreover, if it weren't for Young Master Lin's usual character and friendship, why would I, Li Yongnian, condescend to personally trouble myself with such a trivial illness? You, a mere captain, are nothing but a minor military officer, yet you dare to spout such nonsense, questioning our medical skills and character. You are truly arrogant and disrespectful!"

At this point, Li Yongnian's face turned ashen. His words were not only full of firm support for Lin Ping's medical skills, but also revealed his respect for the inheritance of medical skills and his defense of his own value.

His words moved everyone present, and even those who had initially harbored doubts began to reflect on their own actions.

The constable broke out in a cold sweat, staring at Lin Ping in disbelief. He then looked at his own testicles, a chill running down his spine, and his ominous premonition grew stronger.

The onlookers were also stunned. They did not expect that Lin Ping's medical skills were even more superb than Li Yongnian's. Even Li Yongnian's appearance was only because of Lin Ping's face. So it was not that the prefect loved the people and personally invited Li Yongnian, but that the city lord loved the people.

"Young Master Lin is a master of traditional Chinese medicine, saving lives and healing the wounded. He is truly a blessing to the people and to Jiangcheng!" Li Mingxuan shouted loudly from the crowd.

These words expressed the sentiments of the common people, who echoed them in unison. From then on, the situation changed, and the city lord's mansion gained the upper hand over the government office.

Zhang Hongyuan, standing in the crowd, was so angry that his face turned green. His hands were clenched into fists. If it weren't for a determined look coming from the window of the restaurant next door, he probably would have already rushed out.

Since Li Yongnian had already said all that, the head constable naturally dared not stop him. Lin Ping walked up to the injured man with an air of authority, glanced at him lightly, and said, "Four ribs are broken, but no vital organs are injured."

Li Yongnian was carefully feeling the injured man's ribs with his hands, and it took him a long time to barely conclude that the injured man had four broken ribs. Lin Ping, on the other hand, only glanced at the wound and knew more clearly than he did. Such superb medical skills were simply unprecedented.

"Doesn't Young Master Lin find this matter suspicious?"

Li Yongnian frowned and asked, not intending to treat the man's injuries immediately.

Lin Ping smiled faintly, feigning confusion as he asked, "Oh? What's the strange thing?"

Upon learning that Lin Ping had not discovered anything amiss, Li Yongnian was delighted. This proved that he surpassed Lin Ping in certain aspects and was not completely overwhelmed.

“A horse’s hoof is hard, and it’s a short, sharp kick. If it hits the chest, it’s impossible for it to just break a rib. At best, it will damage internal organs; at worst, it will cause the victim to vomit blood and die.” Li Yongnian voiced his doubts: “It’s like breaking a bone for the sake of breaking a bone…”

A fracture just for the sake of a fracture?

Lin Ping found this idea somewhat novel, and at the same time admired Li Yongnian's medical skills and knowledge.

As he said, a hard hoof is like a stone. If it hits the ribs, the area of ​​impact is small, but the pressure is great. It will inevitably cause the broken ribs to penetrate the internal organs, resulting in serious injury. But this person only had broken ribs, and his internal organs were not damaged at all.

Lin Ping laughed and said, "Because he wasn't kicked by the horse's hoof at all. Instead, he was thrown backward and broke his ribs with his palm before landing, thus creating the illusion of spitting blood."

As if struck by a sudden realization, Li Yongnian tore open the injured man's clothes and indeed found a clear handprint on his chest.

"Young Master Lin is indeed incredibly insightful, but why would he injure himself?" Li Yongnian asked in confusion.

In terms of medical skills, Li Yongnian is definitely a master, but when it comes to cunning and deception, he is still a novice.

"Because he wants to frame me!" Lin Ping said without any hesitation.

Li Yongnian was furious and slapped his thigh, saying, "This is outrageous! I, Li, will definitely clear Young Master Lin's name!"

Clearly, Li Yongnian wanted to reveal everything he knew in order to exonerate Lin Ping.

However, he was not a coroner and did not have the qualifications. Even if he could persuade some people with his own prestige, he would not gain the approval of the prefectural government. At that time, the prefect would definitely say that he was in cahoots with Lin Ping and could not be used as a witness.

"I appreciate Dr. Li's kindness, but this matter has nothing to do with Dr. Li, so please don't involve me."

Lin Ping gratefully declined, but noticed the embroidery needle hidden in the other's sleeve. He almost laughed out loud, but quickly became serious and said, "If Dr. Li has some free time another day, I would like to pay him a visit so we can discuss vascular suturing techniques."

"Vascular suturing? So that's what it's called!"

Li Yongnian was so excited he almost jumped up. He had finally obtained the medical skills he had been longing for. If Lin Ping really taught him everything he knew, his medical skills would definitely improve by several levels.

The two quickly regained their composure. Lin Ping gently patted the injured man's cheek and said coldly, "If you obediently confess that Yan Ming framed the City Lord's Mansion, I will spare you some physical pain."

This man naturally overheard Lin Ping and Li Yongnian's conversation, so he simply lay down on the ground with his neck outstretched, giving off an air of complete indifference.

Lin Ping gave Li Yongnian a wink, and Li Yongnian immediately understood. He said loudly, "My medical skills are not good enough to heal this man's injuries. I think that only Young Master Lin can save his life."

These words caused another wave of shock. Everyone held their breath and stared intently at Lin Ping. Many doctors who had come after hearing the news were ready to learn and loudly pleaded with Young Master Chen to treat the patients.

Under the pressure of everyone's expectations, Lin Ping reluctantly allowed Li Mingxuan to bring his medicine box and those strange medical tools.

Lin Ping took out eight seven-inch-long steel needles... Yes, steel needles, as thick as thin iron wire.

With eight steel needles between his fingers, Lin Ping explained, as if giving a lecture: "To treat serious injuries, you need acupuncture! I, Lin Ping, am not very talented, but I happen to have mastered eighteen sets of ancestral acupuncture techniques!"

Acupuncture?

Acupuncture techniques?

The doctors who were watching were so excited that they almost cried, and they hurriedly took out their brushes to record the information on bamboo paper.

Even Li Yongnian borrowed paper and pen and listened intently.

As doctors, they naturally learned acupuncture, but they only learned the basics. It was effective in treating some rheumatic diseases, but it couldn't cure serious illnesses.

They had also heard that some medical masters were proficient in acupuncture and possessed the medical skills to bring the dead back to life.

Now, Lin Ping actually claimed that he was proficient in eighteen sets of acupuncture techniques, which was like a thunderbolt, striking everyone's hearts.

"Seven plus one needle for the Ghost Gate!"

Lin Ping waved his hand, and seven-inch-long steel needles haphazardly pierced the wounded man's flesh, causing him to let out a pig-like scream.

The name "Ghost Gate Seven Plus One Needle" originated from a TV program. He originally wanted to call it "Six Plus One Needle," but since he had eight steel needles, he could only use this name.

In fact, Lin Ping didn't just randomly insert needles; he specifically targeted the areas with the most pain receptors in the human body. For example, he inserted two needles at the Fengshi acupoint in the middle of the thigh and two needles at the Buttocks acupoint.

Each of the four needles was inserted more than three inches deep, and Lin Ping felt pain just looking at them.

The next two needles were inserted into the temples, causing the person to convulse in pain and break out in large beads of sweat.

The seventh needle was inserted into the person's Baihui acupoint. To increase the pain, Lin Ping also used various methods such as twisting the needle and flicking the needle.

After the seven needles were applied, the man felt as if he had been electrocuted, but he dared not jump up directly.

Lin Ping shook his head helplessly, naturally feeling sorry for the person. Then he loudly explained to everyone, "These seven needles can protect the heart and blood vessels and save lives, while this last needle has the effect of reviving the soul!"

"Seven needles to save a life, one needle to bring the dead back to life—truly an acupuncture technique that amazes heaven and earth!" The doctors exclaimed excitedly. They had long since memorized the acupoints and depths of the first seven needles, and then stood on tiptoe and craned their necks to wait for Lin Ping's last needle.

Lin Ping held a silver needle in his entire palm, as if he were holding an awl. He slowly squatted down in front of the injured man, then gently lifted his left hand and pinched his index finger hard.

Why the left hand?

This is because it's Lin Ping's own habit; he believes that the left index finger plays the most important role.

Next, images from "My Fair Princess" flashed through Lin Ping's mind, as if Ziwei was lying on the ground, and he was the ruthless Rong Mama.

"Little brother, just you wait and see!"

Lin Ping's words carried an undeniable firmness, and a complex smile appeared on his lips, a smile that contained both helplessness at the impending measures and a response to the provocation of the person before him.

The steel needle in his hand gleamed coldly in the afterglow of the setting sun, like a sharp blade of judgment, piercing into the nail of the man's left index finger without a word.

In that instant, the air seemed to freeze, and time itself stood still. The excruciating pain of the needle piercing the skin and penetrating deep into the bone erupted instantly, like a thousand ants gnawing at the heart, or like being burned alive by raging fire.

The man's expression shifted from shock to extreme pain, his face contorted beyond recognition, and the flesh of his finger was forcibly stretched out along the trajectory of the needle, forming a shocking blood blister.

A pig-like scream echoed in the quiet air, filled with despair and fear, as if even heaven and earth were moved.

The pain surged like a tidal wave, making him forget the pain of his broken ribs and the weight and danger of this mission. He jerked up as if electrocuted, trying to break free from this unbearable torment.

Everything around seemed to have lost its color, leaving only the glaring crimson and endless wails.

The screams of a pig being slaughtered were not enough to describe the man's pain. Even with broken ribs and a mission to complete, he still sprang to his feet.

Look! It's alive! It's really alive!