Heavenly Dragon Doctor Son-in-Law-Chapter 160 - 161: Qin Long Takes Action!

Tang Yuxiang was the first to act. He brandished a gun and dragged Qin Long inside.

"You have no skill, yet you still act so tough!" Tang Yuxiang roared furiously, swinging his hand to slap Qin Long’s face. "You bastard, Grandfather is about to die because of you, and you’re going to be buried with him!"

BANG!

Qin Long moved faster, catching his wrist in a firm grip.

"Whether I have any skill is beside the point," Qin Long said sternly, forcefully shoving Tang Yuxiang’s hand away. "If you cause any more trouble, the Old Master really will die."

The Tang Family members froze. Could Qin Long really save him?

"Qin Long, as long as you save the Old Master, I won’t let anyone drive you away! Not even Zhang Meilan!" Tang Sen pleaded, grabbing Qin Long’s clothes desperately.

"It’s too late for all that now," Mu Daochun said, clasping his hands behind his back. "With my Golden Needle technique, I could have cured the Old Master in one go. But this man changed the Old Master’s body temperature before I could act and recklessly massaged him. Now, not even the Daluo Golden Immortal could save him." He had successfully shifted the blame for killing the old man onto this cripple, Qin Long. Otherwise, his lifelong reputation would have been ruined today.

"Qin Long, you murdered the Old Master!" Wang Ming shouted, seizing the opportunity to sling mud.

His accusation caused an immediate uproar.

Instantly, the Tang Family turned on Qin Long. Someone had to take the blame for the Old Master’s death, and Qin Long was the perfect scapegoat.

"You’re all talking nonsense! Ah Long only lit some alcohol lamps. How could that have killed Grandfather?" Tang Xuewu cried, jumping in front of Qin Long to protect him.

Before her words could even fade, Tang Chuchu pointed an accusing finger at her. "Tang Xuewu, what a good granddaughter you are! After how much Grandfather doted on you when you were little! Qin Long murdered him, and you’re still defending him?"

Hearing this, the rest of the Tang Family unleashed a torrent of vile insults and accusations at Tang Xuewu.

"Go on, keep cursing," Qin Long said, pulling Tang Xuewu behind him. "If the Old Master doesn’t receive treatment within five minutes, he will die without a doubt."

A dead silence fell over the room. If Qin Long really could heal the Old Master, they were wasting a priceless, life-saving opportunity.

"Qin Long, please, I’m begging you, save the Old Master!" Tang Sen hurried to Qin Long’s side, pleading earnestly.

After a moment’s thought, Qin Long leaned on his crutch and slowly walked over to the bed.

"Kid, the Old Master’s heart meridians are ruptured, and his vitality is severely depleted," Mu Daochun sneered. "Even I, a Medical Saint, am powerless. Are you sure you want to keep up this tough-guy act?"

Qin Long shot him a disdainful glance. "You call yourself a Medical Saint? You’re nothing but an idiot!"

Qin Long’s sharp rebuke made Mu Daochun’s beard bristle with fury. "You little bastard, you..."

"As a master of medicine, you acted recklessly without even diagnosing the condition? Your initial use of the Golden Needles was passable, but everything you did after that was reckless malpractice that endangered a life. You truly are a complete idiot!"

Qin Long slowly sat on the edge of the bed and retrieved a gold needle from a copper bracelet with one hand.

"Kid, you dare call me an idiot? Fine! Let’s see just how good your acupuncture is!" Mu Daochun shouted, his patience worn thin.

"Idiot, watch me closely. I’ll show you what the real Gold Needle Crossing Points technique looks like!" Qin Long retorted, waving a hand as the golden needles glinted on his copper bracelet.

Given the urgency, Qin Long didn’t bother driving the Tang Family out.

"I want to see how you’re going to bring the Old Master back from the dead," Mu Daochun huffed, flinging his sleeves as he sat down on a nearby stool. "If you fail, I will personally call the police and have you arrested!"

Mu Daochun knew the old man’s heart and blood vessels were shattered. He was hanging by a thread with no chance of survival. Forget him; even a grandmaster from the National Medical Hall in Yenjing would be helpless. Perhaps if his own great-grandfather were still alive, there might be a sliver of hope. But Qin Long was just a disabled young man leaning on a crutch, yet he had the audacity to claim he could save the Old Master. It was absolutely impossible. He would just wait and see how Qin Long would clean up this mess.

Wang Ming also stared at Qin Long with disdain. As long as Qin Long fails to cure the Old Master, the Tang Family will surely have him thrown in prison. He didn’t care if the Old Master lived or died; he just wanted Qin Long to fail so he would have an excuse to teach him a brutal lesson.

All eyes were fixed on Qin Long—Tang Xuewu, Tang Yuxiang, Tang Chuchu, and the rest. Even the team of hospital specialists, who had been observing from the side, stared intently.

Tang Xuewu’s pretty face was tense, her palms sweating with nervousness. She wanted her grandfather to live, and for Qin Long to stay.

Soon, the nine Golden Needles, heated over an alcohol lamp, began to emit a brilliant golden light.

Watching Qin Long’s actions, Mu Daochun wore a look of scorn. He had studied the Golden Needle technique since childhood and had achieved great success, curing countless patients. Looking at the nine needles in Qin Long’s hands, he felt supremely confident in his own judgment. But something felt off.

The nine Golden Needles spun rapidly in Qin Long’s grasp, his technique exquisitely refined.

Seeing this, Mu Daochun was stunned, a look of surprise on his face. A fraud could never possess such skill. Then again, he could perform the same technique himself.

With a wave of his hand, Qin Long sent the nine Golden Needles flying toward their targets, landing precisely in the corresponding acupoints and meridians.

SWISH! SWISH! SWISH!

Streaks of golden light flashed past. His technique was incredibly precise. Even the Tang family members were astounded.

"Stop! The Old Master’s heart meridians are already fragile! How can you pierce them directly!" Mu Daochun suddenly shouted.

"What an idiot," Qin Long muttered, ignoring the man’s frantic yapping.

"You little beast!" Mu Daochun’s face trembled with rage. Just as he was about to erupt in a tirade of curses, Wang Ming held him back.

"Old Mu, if this kid wants to be a hero, let him. We’re not in a hurry. We’ll make sure he pays with his life in a moment."

Wang Ming’s expression was grim. He knew that if Qin Long failed, the Tang Family would beat him to death. This was exactly the outcome he wanted.

Hearing this, Mu Daochun gradually reined in his anger and slowly sat back down.

Qin Long, meanwhile, was completely focused on treating the Old Master. In the vast hospital room, the only sound was the faint hum of his vibrating Golden Needles. His control was so masterful it was as if he had infused them with a soul, and his confidence was absolute. Everything seemed to be going according to his plan.

Even a layperson like Tang Chuchu was visibly shocked, sensing that this was no ordinary acupuncture.

No one noticed the expression on Mu Daochun’s face slowly turning complex. At first, when the needles entered the acupoints, he didn’t sense anything different. But as the nine Golden Needles began to vibrate in unison, something deep inside the Old Master began to change.