Healing the Dying and Saving the Wounded
Shen Wuxiao took out the pills his wife had given him.
"Xu Teng, Fourth Brother, Gao Shan!" Shen Wuxiao called.
"Young Master!" Xu Teng and the others stepped forward.
They knew it was time to get busy.
"Today, we are doctors. A doctor's duty is to heal the dying and save the wounded."
"Xu Teng!" Shen Wuxiao looked at Xu Teng. "Mr. Ren Xiang had a fight with his girlfriend, and the rage went to his heart. His whole body is twitching and convulsing!"
"That whatever-needle of yours—make it more discreet. Make the twitching more severe, make him foam at the mouth. No problem, right?"
Xu Teng gave a sinister smile. "Young Master, don't worry. I prepared the finest ice needles. Once they go in, they melt into water. Even immortals won't notice."
Shen Wuxiao nodded. "Good. Ren Xiang's condition is unusual. If it gets serious, he might need a craniotomy, but I think everything should be considered from the patient's perspective."
"The top of a man's head is where his yang energy gathers, echoing above and below. Treating the lower part works the same way."
They immediately understood. "Young Master, are we cutting off two, or one?"
Shen Wuxiao frowned. "Cutting off what? What do you take your Young Master for? Xiao Yifeng has already lost one. How could Ren Xiang lose one too?"
"Don't say I'm stingy. Give him one more. Three—what does that represent? Yang energy overflowing to the heavens. As they say... uh... three yangs bring prosperity!"
Hearing that, they all gave him thumbs-up.
Xiao Jiu and Xiao Qi were women, yet even they could imagine how agonizing that would be.
Xiao Jiu raised her hand. "Young Master, how about giving him the one Xiao Yifeng has left? Let