Bearing the Heavy Burden of Life and Death, the Physician's Inner Demons!

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When he stepped into the main hall of the pharmacy, his wife's finger was already on the weak man's pulse. She let out a sigh of relief and said:

"This injury is very crude, but it's not directly life-threatening. Instead, it gives enough time to heal. As long as we find someone who can use Inner Qi to perform acupuncture, it won't be difficult to treat. However, people with Inner Qi are not common here. You might have to die slowly in regret and fear. I wonder who could be so ruthless."

The Captain's expression flickered, and he didn't respond. He only said:

"Just a petty thief. Please, Madam Feng, perform the acupuncture."

The woman nodded slightly and turned to call out to Wang Anfeng:

"Feng'er, come here."

The young man walked to her side and saw his seemingly elegant aunt beckoning him closer. She whispered something in his ear. Wang Anfeng's expression was first slightly surprised, then he nodded slightly, listening carefully. After only a few minutes, she looked up and said:

"Feng'er's Inner Qi cultivation is sufficient, but he has never studied medicine, let alone acupuncture. I can guide him in performing acupuncture, but there are many risks."

"...May I ask what your chances of success are?"

"Survival versus sudden death, it's about fifty-fifty."

"Sudden death?!"

The Captain's face turned pale, and a hint of struggle appeared on his face. After a long silence, he waved Zhao Daniu over and whispered a few words to him. Grief and shock alternated on Zhao Daniu's face, and he finally retreated in silence. The Captain then clasped his fists towards Li Kangsheng's wife and said:

"May I know Madam Feng's esteemed name?"

"I dare not. My surname is Feng, and my given name is Lan."

The Captain mumbled the name twice, then turned and said sternly, "Zhao Daniu, if Heaven takes me, Zhang Zhengyang, it's because He cares for me. Remember to burn paper and offer wine every month. If you take your anger out on Mr. Feng and Mr. Li, and this young brother, I will not forgive you. No matter how much wine you burn, I won't touch a drop!"

Zhao Daniu forced a smile and said, "Brother, what are you saying? How can I be such an ungrateful person? The military discipline is strict, and you haven't even punished me with the military rod yet. How can I leave?"

Zhang Zhengyang laughed heartily at this. Despite his weakness, there was a hint of heroism in his voice. He then leaned down, gritted his teeth, and said:

"Please, Mr. Feng and young brother, perform the acupuncture!"

Feng Lan nodded slightly, rolled up her silver needles, and stood up.

"Then please, Captain Zhang, move to the inner room. Master Zhao was making a commotion here earlier, attracting many onlookers, so it's no longer suitable for me to guide Feng'er."

Zhang Zhengyang readily agreed. He was supported by Zhao Daniu and a few others as they followed Feng Lan and Li Kangsheng into the inner room for the acupuncture. It was only about ten square meters and had a bed. Feng Lan sat on the bed, untied the thin ropes on two bedposts, and black curtains hung down from both sides, separating the inside from the outside. She said:

"Captain Zhang, there is a distinction between men and women. My husband will locate the acupoints outside, and Feng'er will perform the acupuncture. Please change your clothes and extend your right arm. I need to take your pulse constantly to prevent any mistakes. Acupuncture requires silence, so please, Master Zhao and the others, wait outside and do not let anyone disturb us."

Holding the silver needles at this moment, Feng Lan's words were devoid of her usual gentle elegance, instead exuding a heroic spirit. Zhao Daniu nodded repeatedly and said, "Madam Feng, rest assured, we are here, and we won't let a single person in!" Zhang Zhengyang, however, chuckled and said, "Then you'd better find half a person to let in."

Zhao Daniu was stunned for a moment. Seeing that Zhang Zhengyang could still joke, he felt a little relieved and wanted to retort, but he was afraid of delaying the time, so he stopped talking. With a thud, he knelt down and kowtowed sincerely to Li Kangsheng and Wang Anfeng. He got up and said, "Brother..." Before he could finish, his eyes began to redden, and he couldn't speak further. He turned and stepped out, guarding the door like a guardian spirit.

As Zhao Daniu and the others left, the muscles on Zhang Zhengyang's face twitched violently, and his complexion turned much paler. Wang Anfeng was slightly startled, then he heard his uncle sigh:

"To be able to endure such excruciating pain and still joke, the Captain's fortitude is admirable. Please undress quickly."

Zhang Zhengyang endured the pain and raised his hand to unfasten his iron armor. As he lifted his inner garment, he said with a wry smile:

"There's no other way... My brothers are all stubborn. If they saw me in pain, they'd probably be more scared than I am. It's enough for me to suffer alone. Why should I make them worry with me? Let me die, but to involve my brothers in my fear and worry would be truly cowardly."

As his voice faded, his inner garment was also lifted, revealing a strong and sturdy physique. The front had various scars from swords and blades, but the back was smooth. Li Kangsheng helped Zhang Zhengyang over and reached his hand through the curtain. Zhang Zhengyang felt two cold fingers on his pulse and heard a voice from inside:

"Acupuncture is a risky path. We must first activate the body's vital energy. Husband, pinpoint the Qi Sea and Guanyuan acupoints. Feng'er, use the third needling method that Aunt just taught you to needle these two points."

Wang Anfeng's heart began to race. He had spoken earlier because he wanted to save a life, but now, at the critical moment, a lot of nervousness arose.

The life of this imposing man, and even the reputation that his uncle and aunt had worked hard to build over the years, now rested on his shoulders!

He had never experienced anything like this before, and for a moment, he felt his arms stiffen. For several breaths, he didn't move. It wasn't until Li Kangsheng used two fingers to stretch the skin of Zhang Zhengyang's Qi Sea acupoint that he suddenly came to his senses.

He hurriedly raised his hand to take the needle from the white cloth, but he used too much force, pricking his own finger and causing a few drops of blood to seep out, staining the white cloth.

Li Kangsheng's heart skipped a beat, but Zhang Zhengyang, seeing Wang Anfeng's stiff movements in taking the needle, chuckled:

"Young brother, there's no need to be nervous. Just think of me as a large piece of fatty pork."

Wang Anfeng took a deep breath, forcibly calmed himself, turned to look at the acupoint, and held the silver needle in his fingers, but he didn't know how to insert it. Although he was mature, he had only just turned thirteen. He wasn't a born prodigy who could remain calm and composed even when lives were at stake, nor was he a seasoned veteran who had rolled in seas of blood and disregarded life and death.

The more he told himself not to make a mistake, the harder it was to start. Cold sweat beaded on his forehead, and the three-inch silver needle felt as heavy as a thousand pounds.

Silence filled the room. He could hear his own heartbeat, the breathing of everyone present was terrifyingly rough, as if ghostly spirits were whispering in his ear from behind. The black curtains were like clouds covering the ground. The bulging veins on his thick wrist looked like broken snakes twisting in agony. Zhang Zhengyang's pale face smiled weakly, then suddenly contorted into a tragic sight of blood flowing from all seven orifices, his eyes wide open in death, staring at him. Outside, not a sound could be heard, only the sound of footsteps, growing faster and faster.

Drip, Drip, Drip, drip, drip, drip...

"Needle!"

His mind in turmoil and anxiety, a sudden roar exploded in Wang Anfeng's ear. His wrist flicked, and unconsciously, a needle was inserted into the Qi Sea. The Inner Qi could directly enter Zhang Zhengyang's body through the silver needle. This acupoint is located on the Ren Meridian, the sea of all Qi, and has the effect of greatly replenishing vital energy. Zhang Zhengyang's expression suddenly relaxed slightly. Feng Lan's voice came again, "Feng'er, calm your mind and focus, be desireless and selfless. The arrow is already on the string. Your Inner Qi is limited, and his time is running out. For the second needle, Guanyuan, use the reinforcing method!"

With lives at stake, Wang Anfeng had no turning back. He gritted his teeth, moved his wrist, and the silver needle landed at the spot Li Kangsheng indicated. With a flick of his finger, a faint hum could be heard. Before he could even look at Zhang Zhengyang's expression, Feng Lan's voice came again, her tone like pearls dropping onto a jade plate, becoming increasingly urgent.

"Blood Sea!"

"Kongzui! Qiemen!"

"Diji! Zhongdu! Liangqiu! Waiqiu!"

The clear shouts came with almost no pause. Wang Anfeng's eyes widened, his heart no longer having any room for fear or worry. His ears seemed to have gone deaf, everything a hazy blur he couldn't hear, yet his aunt's voice grew increasingly urgent and clear.

His forehead was covered in cold sweat, but his hands were steady. One silver needle after another landed like falling stars, piercing Zhang Zhengyang's body. With the final shout, the needles entered his body, and all the needles on him hummed in unison. Zhang Zhengyang suddenly flipped over and coughed up a large mouthful of black blood, his face instantly turning pale.

The men guarding outside rushed in with a clatter, as if a dam had broken. The sounds of wind, water, and commotion all flooded his ears at once. Only then did Wang Anfeng feel a weakness spread through his body, involuntarily breaking out in a cold sweat.