Gu Hongfei was utterly terrified.
He had been born into a family of physicians and grown up surrounded by medicine, steadily learning under his grandfather's guidance.
He vaguely remembered how his grandfather had spoken of the lost arts of traditional Chinese medicine time and again, both excited and regretful. His grandfather had often sighed that, had those arts not been lost, traditional Chinese medicine would surely have gained worldwide recognition.
Unfortunately, too many miraculous medical techniques had been buried in the river of time. By now, traditional Chinese medicine had few wondrous arts left with which to prove its power to the world.
But today, something unexpected had happened.
The Nine Spirits Twelve Needles was a miraculous medical technique from Zhang Zhongjing's era, drawing on the finest elements of various acupuncture methods. Each insertion could activate the human body's latent power and restore its vitality. Together with the Thirteen Ghost Gate Needles, it was known as one of acupuncture's twin formidable arts.
If the Thirteen Ghost Gate Needles sought to bring a dying person back to life, then the Nine Spirits Twelve Needles used the body's latent vital energy to perform extraordinary repairs upon that person's existing physical condition.
At that moment, Gu Hongfei's emotions were tangled, but above all, he could hardly believe that Jun Wangchen had demonstrated such a miraculous medical art.
A young man barely into his twenties, someone he thought qualified to be no more than a medical assistant, could actually perform a lost medical technique?
Gu Hongfei's startled cry made the onlookers exchange glances. He had been so dismissive of Jun Wangchen earlier, yet now he looked utterly shocked. Clearly, Jun Wangchen's technique was anything but ordinary, and their confidence in him grew.
"You know a thing or two!" Jun Wangchen looked up at Gu