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"Dr. Kang! It's actually Dr. Kang!" someone exclaimed.

"Dr. Kang has the ability to bring the dead back to life. Lord Qi is saved now!" Another person exclaimed with admiration.

Not only these two, but almost everyone was energized. If it weren't for the fact that asking for autographs wasn't common, they probably would have rushed over in a swarm.

The white-bearded old man was named Kang Ping, the third-in-command of Yiyuantang, and also came from a family of traditional Chinese medicine practitioners. He had been seeking medical advice and knowledge from his ancestors since he was a child, and had been doing so for fifty years.

Kang Ping was a renowned doctor in the area. Ten years ago, he joined Yiyuantang and immediately rose to the position of the third-in-command. The imperial court had intended to offer him a position, at least a minor official post, but he refused.

This is why Kang Ping's reputation grew even more, and he was even said to be able to bring the dead back to life. No wonder he was called a miracle doctor.

"Dr. Kang, please save Lord Qi!" Wang Ba, who was kneeling on the ground, quickly crawled to Kang Ping's side and pleaded while hugging the other's leg.

Although Dr. Zhang from Jiletang is somewhat famous, he is nothing compared to Kang Ping from Yiyuantang. This can be seen from Wang Ba's attitude before and after.

"Hmph, you brat, get out of the way." Kang Ping flicked his sleeve and coldly shooed away Pei Shaotian, who was trying to find a way to treat Poker Face.

Pei Shaotian was nearly forty, but in front of Kang Ping, he was indeed a young man. Moreover, faced with the poker-faced man, he was truly helpless and dared not delay the best time for treatment, so he obediently stepped aside.

"This man is the third-in-command of Yiyuantang. He is renowned for his superb acupuncture skills and is even said to be able to bring the dead back to life," Doctor Zhang whispered in Pei Shaotian's ear, sighing and shaking his head repeatedly.

As a doctor, Dr. Zhang should not be narrow-minded; it would be best if the poker-faced man could wake up.

But if that's the case, Kang Ping will definitely seize the opportunity to make a scene, and then the status of Jiletang will be completely trampled underfoot by Yiyuantang.

To be honest, Jiletang's medical skills are not as good as Yiyuantang's, but they take a more approachable route, which is why they have gained a lot of goodwill.

Yi Yuan Tang, on the contrary, took a high-end approach, charging exorbitant prices that only wealthy merchants and nobles could afford. Naturally, it lost its mass appeal.

Although ordinary people know that Jiletang is not as good as Yiyuantang, most of them will choose Jiletang due to cost considerations. Moreover, they don't know exactly what makes Yiyuantang better than Jiletang.

If Kangping manages to save Poker Face this time, the people will truly see the strength of Yiyuantang. If they get a serious illness, even if it means going bankrupt, they will probably still choose Yiyuantang.

"Bring me my golden needles!" Kang Ping ordered the two servants without even checking Poker Face's condition.

The two carefully took out an exquisite jade box from the medicine chest, which contained thirteen gleaming gold needles, instantly dazzling everyone.

"What an arrogant old man." Lin Ping watched with interest from the crowd. He didn't believe that Kang Ping also had X-ray vision and could see the patient's condition at a glance. He probably just used it to pretend to be an expert.

As for the thirteen gold needles, it's probably a common trick; the same needling technique is used regardless of the patient's illness.

It's just like universal hot water.

"The needle is out! The needle is out! This is Dr. Kang's signature technique!" A group of people stared wide-eyed, even those who didn't understand medicine wanted to remember some of the key points of the movements.

Many quack doctors from the surrounding area came upon hearing the news, forming pairs, one holding silver needles and the other acting as a guinea pig, trying to steal the acupuncture technique.

To this, Kang Ping smiled dismissively: "I have studied acupuncture techniques for fifty years. How could you possibly learn them so easily?"

This is a confident smile, but also an arrogant one.

"Thirteen Needles to Revive the Soul!"

With a cold shout, Kang Ping's golden needles appeared continuously in his hand from the jade box, swiftly piercing Poker Face's body.

"Thirteen needles to bring back the soul? That's a joke for kids. I'd like to see how they bring the soul back to life." Lin Ping sneered, treating it like a circus performance.

Poker Face's condition was in the heart area, and he was certain that Kang Ping wouldn't dare to insert needles into the heart, as the slightest mistake could damage the heart, and then it would be too late to save him.

Let's talk about the Thirteen Needles for Resurrection. It's clearly a gimmick. Whether humans have souls is another matter, so how can they possibly be resurrected?

Ancient people held strong feudal beliefs and believed that people had souls. In addition, the definition of death was unclear, and they mistakenly believed that the cessation of breathing and pulse was death. If Kang Ping accidentally saved the two people at this time, he would be praised for bringing them back to life.

Kang Ping's eyes gleamed, his movements nimble, and he softly called out, "First is Taiyuan, second is Daling, third is Shenmen..."

With each soft shout, Kang Ping's golden needles continued to pierce Poker Face's hands and feet.

"Ninth is the wrist bone...twelfth is the capital bone!" Kang Ping inserted twelve needles in one go, and a few drops of sweat actually fell from his forehead. Two servants kept wiping him with soft silk cloths.

"We don't understand it either, and we dare not ask! Is it really necessary to sweat so much from such a simple set of movements? I don't know if it's because he's weak or because making tea is too much trouble." Lin Ping shook his head helplessly, unable to figure out why Kang Ping was sweating.

The audience was in an uproar, especially the quack doctors, who kept sticking needles into their companions, mistakenly believing they had learned the skill of bringing the dead back to life.

Kang Ping ignored them and said dismissively, "Acupuncture point identification is just a minor skill."

The reason he was shouting out the names of these acupoints so enthusiastically was purely to show off. The essence of acupuncture lies not in which acupoint to insert, but in how to insert it and how deep.

There are so many intricacies involved; even the slightest difference in depth can mean the difference between heaven and hell. Moreover, acupuncture involves twisting, flicking, and brushing, and different movements can lead to vastly different results.

"The twelve primary acupoints?" Lin Ping looked at them coldly, thinking to himself, "It seems that the secrecy of ancient medicine was exceptionally strong."

These twelve acupoints are from "Ling Shu: Nine Needles and Twelve Acupoints," clearly written in the textbook. Judging from the expressions of these quack doctors, it's probably the first time they've heard of them.

This shows that even a widely accessible medical text like the "Huangdi Neijing" was not accessible to everyone in ancient times.

These twelve primary acupoints do indeed govern the five internal organs and six bowels of the human body and can treat some diseases, but they have no effect whatsoever on myocardial infarction.

Amidst the intense attention, Kang Ping inserted the thirteenth golden needle into the forehead of the poker-faced man, shouting, "Thirteenth day...resurrection!"

As Kang Ping carefully inserted the golden needles into Poker Face's forehead, Lin Ping couldn't help but shudder, breaking out in a cold sweat for Poker Face.

Although he disliked poker faces, he didn't want a living person to be tortured to death. Besides, Lin Ping needed to rely on the other party to achieve the effect of pretending to be bad and slapping them in the face.

I just hope that Kangping won't prick too hard with this needle.