Chapter 18: Nine-Turn Soul-Returning Acupuncture Technique

Chapter 18: Nine-Turn Soul-Returning Acupuncture Technique

Zhou Lang studied medicine, so his mind was relatively meticulous; after thinking about what had just happened, he roughly understood what was going on and said loudly, "Old General Qin, Zen Master Fangzhi, I am not some assassin. The two of you are overthinking this."

"You… you are not here to assassinate Old General Qin?"

Except for Zhao Xiaorou, everyone else showed expressions of surprise; Zen Master Fangzhi asked incredulously, his expression still tense.

"I have seen Old General Qin on television and in newspapers. The old general is one of the people I respect the most; why would I assassinate him?" Zhou Lang laughed. "Zen Master, please do not pin such labels on me. I really cannot bear that."

"Could it really be a mistake? But we received intelligence that a top assassin from Dongying learned that Old General Qin had come here and was sent to assassinate him."

The four men who had been knocked away by Zhou Lang earlier had all stood up by now. The leader asked suspiciously; since Zhou Lang had no intention of hurting them earlier, they were not seriously injured.

No wonder Old General Qin's men were acting as if they were facing a great enemy; after hearing this, Zhou Lang finally understood what was going on.

"Little brother, if you were an assassin, no one would be able to stop you. I suspect my head would have been taken off long ago. Why bother talking so much nonsense with us?"

Old General Qin, who was sitting in a wheelchair, laughed; needless to say, he believed what Qin Tian had said.

"Old General Qin, you are wise. I really am just here for a visit with my friend."

Zhou Lang also secretly breathed a sigh of relief. However, he was a bit curious; when he saw Old General Qin Jingyu on television a few years ago, he was still walking with the vigor of a dragon and tiger. How did the old general end up in a wheelchair in just a few short years? Because the old general's martial arts were at the "Master" level, and he was a famous expert in the military. Even at over ninety years old, he should still be very sturdy.

"Benefactor, I was overly nervous, which is why I let Old General Qin's guards attack you. I apologize." The old monk, Zen Master Fangzhi, pressed his palms together. "If you do not mind, Benefactor, please come into the temple to talk."

Old General Qin Jingyu was a founding tiger general of Huaxia who came out of Dianxi Province. Back then, when the Dongying people invaded Dianxi in large numbers, he led his subordinates to hold their ground, killing the Dongying people until corpses littered the field, which saved Dianxi from being devastated.

It is said that in one hand-to-hand combat, isolated and without support, he single-handedly killed a fifty-man squad of Dongying soldiers with his blade. Therefore, his prestige among the common people in Dianxi Province was very high. Although decades had passed, no one had forgotten his achievements.

That was a history of blood and fire. For such an iron-blooded general, Zhou Lang naturally felt respect, so he nodded and took Zhao Xiaorou with him into the temple.

"Little brother, young lady, please sit. I do not yet know the names of you two." After entering the temple, Old General Qin said politely. He was a dignified founding general, yet he had no airs at all and was very polite to both Zhou Lang and Zhao Xiaorou.

"I am Zhou Lang, and she is Zhao Xiaorou." Zhou Lang said after sitting down. "The Old General is a Senior I respect. You calling me 'little brother' really makes me feel ashamed."

"Brother Zhou, I have a high military rank, and you have a high level of cultivation. Why can't we call each other brothers?" Old General Qin waved his hand and laughed. "There are countless generals in Huaxia, but those who become Cultivators at such a young age are likely as rare as a Phoenix, aren't they?"

Since Old General Qin put it that way, Zhou Lang didn't say anything more and instead asked, "Is the Old General returning to his hometown?"

"I am still serving as an advisor in the military, so how can I retire and rest? It is because of this leg ailment that I came to Feiyun Temple to ask Zen Master Fangzhi for treatment."

Old General Qin sighed. Clearly, this leg ailment had been troubling him for quite some time.

"Then I wonder if Zen Master Fangzhi has a way to treat it?" Zhou Lang looked at Zen Master Fangzhi and asked.

Zen Master Fangzhi's two disciples and Old General Qin's four guards were guarding outside the temple. Only Zen Master Fangzhi and a young man pushing the wheelchair were inside the temple.

"My Medical Skills are limited, and my cultivation is not profound enough, so I am somewhat helpless," Zen Master Fangzhi said.

"Why not let me take a look at the Old General's leg ailment?"

Zhou Lang respected Old General Qin quite a bit, so he offered proactively. Now, he had learned all the Medical Skills recorded in the Dual Cultivation Manual and was a divine doctor rarely seen in the world.

Sometimes the twists and turns of life are truly unpredictable. A few days ago, he was still an ordinary college student who could be humiliated by anyone at will, but now, he was a Cultivator, an expert.

"Brother Lang, you also know Medical Skills?"

Before Old General Qin and Zen Master Fangzhi could speak, Zhao Xiaorou asked in surprise.

If she hadn't been too shocked when Zhou Lang saved her from Brother Xiaohu, or when he was playing with a steel pipe at Brother Wei KTV, the previous exchange between Zhou Lang and Zen Master Fangzhi had already shocked her. Because Zen Master Fangzhi had pointed out the fact that Zhou Lang was a Cultivator, she didn't seem to be an ordinary girl; she knew the significance of the word "Cultivator."

"I know a little." Zhou Lang laughed. "Did you forget that I study medicine?"

"Where is Benefactor Zhou currently employed?" Zen Master Fangzhi asked.

"I am currently a junior student majoring in Clinical Medicine at the Dianxi University School of Medicine," Zhou Lang answered truthfully.

"So many divine doctors in the capital are helpless against my grandfather's leg ailment, and even Zen Master Fangzhi, with his divine Medical Skills, cannot find a way to save him. Zhou Lang, can you do it?"

The young man pushing Old General Qin's wheelchair spoke up. This man was about 1.8 meters tall, with a steady Aura and the demeanor of a tiger from a general's family. However, his words were full of disbelief toward Zhou Lang.

"Do not be rude." Old General Qin immediately reprimanded the young man, then said to Zhou Lang, "Little brother, his name is Qin Pojun, my only grandson. Young people don't understand things, so please don't take offense. Then, I will trouble you to take a look at my leg."

If it weren't for the fact that Zhou Lang had previously displayed formidable cultivation, a young medical student like him wanting to treat a founding old general would likely have had no chance, no matter how high his Medical Skills were, because no one would believe him. Now that Qin Pojun doubted his medical attainments, it was simply because he was too young.

"Old General, you are too kind."

Zhou Lang stood up, came before Old General Qin, and rolled up his pant leg.

Immediately, Zhou Lang saw a shocking sight. The old general's legs were thin and withered, and there was a serious phenomenon of atrophy. No wonder he could only sit in a wheelchair.

"Old General, how long has this leg ailment been bothering you?" Zhou Lang asked after observing carefully.

"My leg was injured in the war back then, and it would hurt whenever it was cloudy or rainy. But at that time, I was busy with military affairs and didn't pay much attention to it. I didn't expect the leg ailment to suddenly worsen three years ago, and it became like this." Old General Qin sighed.

The Medical Skills from the Dual Cultivation Manual flashed through Zhou Lang's mind one by one. After a little thought, Zhou Lang said to Zen Master Fangzhi, "Zen Master, do you have silver needles for Acupuncture here?"

"Zen Master Fangzhi has already tried the method of Acupuncture," Qin Pojun said.

"Everyone has their own methods. There is no harm in trying again." Zhou Lang smiled.

Zen Master Fangzhi said nothing, but went to his meditation room and brought back a box of silver needles contained in an antique wooden box.

"Old General Qin, I am going to insert the needles."

Zhou Lang took out nine silver needles of varying lengths. Holding the silver needles in his hand, he felt no sense of unfamiliarity. He was already a Cultivator, and although he had only studied Medical Skills in the ancestral copper coin "Qiankun Palace" for one night, he already understood everything recorded in the Dual Cultivation Manual like the back of his hand.

Old General Qin nodded, and Zhou Lang's hand moved.

His slightly delicate hand moved so fast that the people around were dazzled. In less than a second, nine silver needles had already been inserted into nine Acupoints on Old General Qin's right leg.

"Nine-Turn Soul-Returning Acupuncture Technique!"

The elderly Zen Master Fangzhi exclaimed.