Supremely Talented Tyrant-Chapter 812 - 811 Just Kidding

812: Chapter 811: Just Kidding

812 -811: Just Kidding

Seeing these noisy people fall silent, Hao Jian simply nodded and then waved his hand, speaking indifferently, “Lead the way, I have other matters.”

“Okay!”

Wang Xiong nodded, then turned and led Hao Jian into the Wang Family’s residence, heading to the room where his father was resting.

Following behind them were Du Yuelin, Qin Bing, Wang Xiong’s wife, Wang Ying, and even father and son Lin Jiahao.

Although the thoughts of each person were different, they all shared the same goal—to see how Hao Jian was going to diagnose and treat Elder Wang’s illness.

“The one on the bed is my father!”

Upon reaching Elder Wang’s room, Wang Xiong explained to Hao Jian, “My father lost consciousness not long ago and has been lying in bed since.

We’ve been seeking renowned doctors across the country, but no one has any solution.

Only Director Du has been able to suppress my father’s condition somewhat.”

“You all wait here, just don’t disturb me,” Hao Jian said, interrupting Wang Xiong as he was about to continue.

He then rolled up his sleeves, ready to get to work.

“Okay!”

Seeing Hao Jian like this, Wang Xiong nodded, then positioned himself at the doorway, as if worried that something unexpected might occur.

Outside, he had already instructed the security guards to prevent strangers from entering the house and disturbing Hao Jian’s treatment.

“Just as I thought…”

At that moment, Hao Jian approached Elder Wang’s bedside and immediately noticed something as he looked at his waxen face, prompting a somewhat helpless shake of his head.

This kind of illness wouldn’t be much of a challenge for his master, who could cure it simply with an acupuncture needle.

Although Hao Jian had learned the technique as well, he fell short compared to his master and often didn’t handle it as adeptly.

Back then, his master faced a critically ill patient and cured him with just a single needle.

That patient’s condition was even more severe than Elder Wang’s current state.

However, Hao Jian now had some confidence in reviving Elder Wang, after all, he wasn’t the same person as before, and this Elder Wang wasn’t the patient his master had treated.

“Perhaps if my old master knew that I could also cure patients with such conditions, I wonder how he would scold me?”

After smiling quietly, Hao Jian cleared his mind of all distractions, his expression instantly serene, a slight curve forming at the corners of his lips.

He flipped his palm, and the Golden Needle he always carried was taken out.

He picked a thin Golden Needle from the box, and his eyes suddenly sharpened.

His fingers, holding the needle, aimed at a precise acupoint on Elder Wang’s head and swiftly inserted it!

“Baihui!”

“Danzhong!”

“Yongquan!”

“…”

Golden Needles were inserted into Elder Wang’s body one after another by Hao Jian’s hand.

Though his medical skill was not on par with his master’s, and thus he struggled with executing the lost needle technique, he was just barely able to muster the strength required for it with his current level of ability.

However, this required support from other acupoints; otherwise, he would be able to solve it with a single needle, just like his master.

“This… This is the long-lost Resurrection Needle?!”

Not everyone present was unable to recognize Hao Jian’s needling techniques.

At least Du Yuelin could, having immersed in medical practices for many years and researched various lost needle techniques and medical treatments.

And now, the needle technique Hao Jian was applying was indeed the Resurrection Needle Technique, a technique in the medical community long considered lost.

Legend has it that when utilized to the extreme, it can even momentarily revive a dead person, commonly referred to as returning yang, but it only lasts for about ten or so seconds.

It’s generally used to allow critically ill patients to convey their last wishes.

But now, Du Yuelin never expected that Elder Wang’s condition would require the use of this long-lost needle technique, which means Elder Wang’s condition should not be a cause for concern anymore.

Patting Wang Xiong’s tremulously tense shoulder, Du Yuelin smiled.

Since Hao Jian began the acupuncture treatment, Wang Xiong’s heart had been in his throat, after all, he had heard that this needling technique requires decades of Kung Fu to master.

Although Hao Jian was a disciple of Liang Wangsun, he was still flesh and blood, and Wang Xiong had his doubts.

Nevertheless, things had progressed to this stage, and he had no choice but to keep watching.

Perhaps Hao Jian truly possessed extraordinarily advanced medical skills?

And just as Wang Xiong’s mind was unsettled, he suddenly felt a light pat on his shoulder.

He quickly turned his head to find Du Yuelin smiling and shaking his head gently at him.

Seeing this, Wang Xiong’s face slowly revealed a look of joy.

Given Du Yuelin’s status, it was unlikely that he would lie about such a matter.

Did this mean his father was saved if even Du Yuelin said there was nothing to worry about?!

“Director Du, really?!”

Until the end, Wang Xiong struggled to control his own mouth, a trembling voice slowly emanating from him, but as soon as he spoke up, he saw Du Yuelin’s face turn cold across from him, and he also realized something, hastily closing his mouth.

Hao Jian was still administering the acupuncture, at a critical juncture, and absolutely could not be disturbed, so Wang Xiong also showed an apologetic smile to Du Yuelin, then turned his head, eyes fixed intently on Hao Jian.

Discovering that his abrupt words hadn’t disturbed Hao Jian, he also let out a slight sigh of relief, almost having made a grave mistake.

“Fuck!

I almost lost half my life!”

Feeling the strength continuously draining from his body, Hao Jian couldn’t help but wryly smile to himself.

He had thought that he’d be able to perform this acupuncture technique, but he hadn’t anticipated that it would take so much of his energy.

It seemed that even if he could heal Elder Wang this time, he’d have to lie down for half the day to recover…

How come that old man used to perform this technique so effortlessly?!

Hao Jian felt helpless in his heart, but there was no other way.

At this critical moment, even if it took all his energy, he had to complete the acupuncture procedure.

“Drip, drip!”

Time passed bit by bit, sweat on Hao Jian’s forehead grew more and more, until even the clothes he was wearing became soaked with sweat.

Half an hour later…

“Resurrection!

Return!”

With a low roar from Hao Jian, all the densely packed Golden Needles inserted into Elder Wang’s body were simultaneously withdrawn, falling into Hao Jian’s hands.

“Bang!”

With the final step complete, Hao Jian was exhausted to the point of collapse, propping one hand ungracefully against the edge of the bed, panting heavily, but the curve of his mouth spoke to the success of this treatment.

“Damn, finally done.

No choice, tonight I have to eat a good meal, replenish my strength!”

Feeling the weakness of his body, Hao Jian laughed bitterly within.

He had been too careless this time, not expecting the technique to require so much of his energy.

But on the bright side, though tired, he had gained some experience.

Next time he performed this technique, it would be a lot easier…

“Come over, it’s all taken care of.”

After resting for a while, Hao Jian waved to the several anxious people at the door, signaling for them to come in.

“How is it?!”

Standing in the front, Wang Xiong was the first to rush over to Hao Jian, first glancing at his father still lying on the bed without any sign of recovery, his face instantly tensed, then turning around to look at the sweaty Hao Jian, he hurriedly spoke out and asked.

“It’s fine, he’ll wake up in five minutes.

His body functions are still recovering, but you’d best have your servants prepare some easily digestible food, as your father is going to be hungry soon!”

Hao Jian waved his hand, and the content of his words dispelled Wang Xiong’s last worries.

And Elder Wang was going to feel hungry precisely because he had been lying in bed for so many days, sustained by IV drips, and his body was already weak.

“I’ll have someone deal with it right away!”

Wang Xiong quickly waved to a servant outside, instructing her to give a message to the kitchen, and then sent her away.

After he had given these instructions, he turned around and saw his father’s eyelids twitch slightly, and a burst of joy appeared on his face.

“Is he waking up?!”

“Hungry!”

A loud yell erupted from Elder Wang’s mouth, then his eyes suddenly sprang open, and the entire person sat up abruptly from the bed!

“He’s awake!

He’s awake!”

Seeing this, the joy on the faces of Wang Xiong and the others was unmistakable, erupting immediately.

Du Yuelin and Qin Bing were also smiling to the side, looking at Hao Jian’s somewhat thin back, Qin Bing’s eyes curving joyfully into lines.

“Mr.

Hao Jian, I…

I really don’t know how to thank you!”

Wang Xiong’s voice was somewhat choked up, looking at Hao Jian, at a loss for what to say.

“Simple, first transfer the payment to me, and also, can you all be quiet?

The patient has just started to get better and needs rest right now.

With all this noise, aren’t you afraid of a relapse?”

“A relapse?!”

“Just kidding!”………………………………..