Chapter 11: Nine Needles to Restore the Soul

"What? Hua Tuo's Golden Formula doesn't cure diseases?"

Cao Xinghua's expression changed drastically. "Xiao Ye, you must be mistaken. There are many ancient records about Hua Tuo's Golden Formula, stating clearly that it is a Golden Formula that can be used for severe illnesses."

"You're all mistaken," Ye Bufan said, shaking his head.

The famous Mafeisan and Hua Tuo's Golden Formula were both formulas that originated from the Ancient Medical Sect. As a successor of the Ancient Medical Sect, how could he not be clear about the efficacy of Hua Tuo's Golden Formula?

He further explained, "Hua Tuo's Golden Formula can be used for severe illnesses; that's not wrong. But its meaning isn't to cure severe illnesses, but to help Late Stage patients alleviate pain.

In terms of function, it's similar to Mafeisan, except Mafeisan is used for surgical operations, while it's used for pain relief in the Late Stage of critically ill patients.

To put it plainly, it's just a painkiller formula that can be used for various ailments, including pain relief for Late Stage cancer patients. Its effect is much better than the painkillers currently used by cancer patients, and it has no addiction or side effects."

"This… how is this possible?"

Cao Xinghua looked incredulous. "This is impossible. If it can't cure diseases, why is it called Hua Tuo's Golden Formula?"

Ye Bufan said, "For some critically ill patients, such as Late Stage cancer, or pancreatitis, that kind of pain definitely makes life worse than death.

And this formula can effectively alleviate such pain. Only those who have experienced that suffering know the preciousness of this medicine, so it is called a Golden Formula."

"This…"

Cao Xinghua was completely stunned. The incomplete formula he had before prevented him from determining its properties and efficacy, ultimately leading him to misunderstand the ancient records.

As Ye Bufan said, the efficacy of this medicine is also extremely rare and valuable.

But he had placed all his hopes of curing his Old Man on Hua Tuo's Golden Formula. Since this formula could only relieve pain and not fundamentally cure the disease, what could he use to save him?

Seeing his dejected expression, Ye Bufan comforted him, "Cao, you don't need to worry too much. Although Hua Tuo's Golden Formula can't cure the disease, there are other methods we can try."

"Other methods?" Cao Xinghua's heart suddenly stirred. "Xiao Ye, can you cure my Old Man's illness?"

Ye Bufan possessing the complete Hua Tuo's Golden Formula showed the extraordinary nature of his sect, which rekindled a glimmer of hope in his heart.

Ye Bufan nodded and said, "Yes."

Cao Xinghua was overjoyed and excitedly said, "Xiao Ye, are you sure you can cure him? How confident are you?"

"Eighty percent!"

Ye Bufan

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This was a very modest statement. The other party merely had a lung disease, which was nothing in the Face of the Ancient Medical Sect's Legacy.

But Cao Xinghua was extremely excited. He had been trying for so long and couldn't find a Medical skill. Eighty percent confidence was unimaginable to him.

"That's great, Xiao Ye. Please come with me to diagnose my Old Man."

Ye Bufan nodded. This Old Man was so concerned about his friend's illness, which showed he was a man of strong character, so helping him was no big deal.

Cao Xinghua drove an Audi A6, and the two left Baicao Hall, heading to Jiangnan City's most famous Jiangnan Ruhuaxiao District.

It was his first time meeting Ye Bufan, and he wasn't completely trusting. The reason he invited him to treat his old friend was out of desperation, as he had no other better choice.

Cao Xinghua drove and asked, "Xiao Ye, how do you plan to treat my Old Man's illness?"

His question was both an inquiry and a test, wanting to see if Ye Bufan was boasting.

"According to what Cao just said, the most suitable method for this condition is none other than Revival Nine Needles."

"What? What did you say?"

Upon hearing the words Revival Nine Needles, Cao Xinghua's hands trembled in shock, and the car veered off course, almost colliding with an oncoming large truck.

Fortunately, Ye Bufan reacted quickly, pushing the steering wheel with his hand, which averted the danger.

"Cao, be careful!"

Ye Bufan called out, feeling quite amused. This Old Man was already so old, yet he was still so uncomposed.

Cao Xinghua slammed on the brakes and stopped by the roadside, then grabbed Ye Bufan's hand and said, "Xiao Ye, what did you just say? Was it really Revival Nine Needles?"

"Yes, is there a problem?"

"Oh my god, you actually know Revival Nine Needles! You're not lying to this Old Man, are you?"

It was no wonder Cao Xinghua was so excited. Revival Nine Needles was hailed as the most remarkable acupuncture technique in the history of Chinese medicine, once having the reputation of 'Revival appears, Gouhun cries.'

Legend has it that as long as one could use Revival Nine Needles, even a dead person could be brought back to life, rendering the two Gouhun messengers, Black and White Impermanence, helpless.

Ye Bufan said, "I certainly wouldn't lie to you. This needle technique is indeed part of our sect's Legacy."

"That's great, absolutely great! With Revival Nine Needles, Old He's life can finally be saved."

Cao Xinghua immediately had complete confidence in Ye Bufan, restarted the car, and sped forward.

The He Family of Jiangnan, in

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Jiangnan, was definitely an existence that all of high society looked up to.

The He Family's Old Man, He Changqing, once fought alongside the Grand Ancestor, achieving countless military exploits for Huaxia. He was one of the few surviving elders today, possessing extremely powerful influence in Jiangnan City and even Huaxia.

His three sons were also exceptionally outstanding. The eldest son, He Tianming, joined the army and already had shining stars on his shoulders. The second son, He Tianda, entered politics and was a high-ranking official in Jiangnan Province.

The third son, He Tianqi, became a successful businessman, having already amassed considerable wealth.

Because of this, the He Family held extremely strong influence throughout Jiangnan City.

The He Family's villa was the best building, Jia Yi, in the Jiangnan Ruhuaxiao District. It was a separate compound with three European-style buildings inside.

Cao Xinghua was clearly very familiar with the place, as the bodyguards at the gate offered no obstruction.

Upon entering, a middle-aged man of about 40 came forward; it was He Changqing's third son, He Tianqi.

"Uncle Cao, you've arrived," He Tianqi said with a worried expression. "I was just about to call you. My father's condition has been getting worse these past few days. Please, take a look at him quickly."

"Don't worry, I brought Xiao Ye today specifically to treat Old He's illness."

Cao Xinghua introduced Ye Bufan to He Tianqi, saying, "This is Dr. Ye Bufan."

"Ah?" He Tianqi looked bewildered. In the past, Cao Xinghua often brought some famous Chinese medicine practitioners to diagnose his father, but all of them were elderly men past sixty. When did such a young Chinese medicine practitioner appear?

Cao Xinghua understood his thoughts and said, "Don't let Xiao Ye's youth deceive you; his Medical skill is far superior to this Old Man's. Let's go, we'll go see Old He."

Although He Tianqi was somewhat skeptical of Ye Bufan, he still had to give Cao his Face. He led the two to a three-story building.

Cao Xinghua was familiar with the place and quickly led Ye Bufan into a separate three-story building, which was the He Family's private hospital.

Although it was a private hospital, the medical conditions were no worse than those of large hospitals.

Entering the ward, Ye Bufan saw an Old Man with white hair and beard lying on the bed, looking emaciated and pale, currently in a coma.

He Tianqi anxiously said, "Uncle Cao, please quickly think of a way to help my father."

Cao Xinghua, in turn, looked at Ye Bufan: "Xiao Ye, quickly help Old He."

Ye Bufan nodded and stepped towards He Changqing's bedside. Just as he was about to reach out to take his pulse, he heard someone behind him call out, "Stop! Don't touch my grandfather!"