Chapter 7 The Eighteen Needles Of The Ghost Gate

Chen Ming felt completely helpless. "It was all of you who were talking around the patient just now!" However, in the next moment, Liu Rumei screamed and suddenly lunged at Chen Ming! She yelled at the top of her lungs: "Give back my father's life!" "Are you out of your mind?" Chen Ming dodged Liu Rumei and furrowed his brow. But Liu Rumei was already in a frenzy. "If you had given up the bed in time for us, my father wouldn't be in this situation!" "You owe my father a life!" Chen Ming was speechless at her accusation. What do you mean I didn't give up the bed? Is your father's life more important than my sister's? "Be quiet!" However, in the next moment, Lin Zhenhua suddenly burst out laughing, knelt down in front of Feng Wanqian in front of everyone! "Mr. Lin, why are you doing this?" Feng Wanqian was shocked. "Mr. Lin is asking Mr. Feng to save his father. As long as you can help my father recover, millions or even tens of millions are not a problem!" Lin Zhenhua said firmly. Seeing this, Liu Rumei immediately knelt down as well. "Mr. Feng, please save my grandfather!" "Mr. Lin, you don't have to do this... I will do my best to help!" Feng Wanqian wiped the cold sweat from his forehead. His hesitant tone was evident. Lin Zhenhua and Liu Rumei stood up only after Feng Wanqian agreed. Feng Wanqian slowly turned to look at Chen Ming. "Brother, did you mention that you have some knowledge of acupuncture?" "Just a little." Chen Ming replied casually. Feng Wanqian continued with a serious expression, "Those who can discern my hidden intentions are rare. I believe your acupuncture skills surpass mine!" Hearing this, Chen Ming became intrigued. He couldn't help but jest, "You've renamed the formidable Ghost Gate Ten Needles to Feng's Ten Needles. Your plagiarism skills are truly unmatched!" Feng Wanqian blushed upon hearing this. But then he quickly explained, "It's our family tradition to call the Ghost Gate Ten Needles the Feng's Ten Needles. It's to avoid bringing disaster upon our family!" "Who are you trying to deceive?" Chen Ming looked disdainful. But suddenly, he was struck with a severe headache! No, wait! He was telling the truth! Ghost Gate... disaster... jade pendant... "Young man? Young man?" Seeing Chen Ming staring blankly, Feng Wanqian was alarmed and quickly patted his shoulder. "Jade pendant!" Chen Ming suddenly exclaimed these words and found himself breaking out in a cold sweat. "Young man, are you alright?" Feng Wanqian asked anxiously. At that moment, Chen Ming seemed to unlock a long-forgotten memory. And the key to unlocking that memory was the words Feng Wanqian had just spoken! "In exchange for your honesty, I will assist you in saving this person today." A purple light gleamed in Chen Ming's eyes. Feng Wanqian tensed up immediately! He felt like the young man in front of him had transformed into a different person in an instant! "I will now use the Eighteen Ghost Needles," Chen Ming said calmly. Feng Wanqian was shocked! The Eighteen Ghost Needles! Eight more needles than the Ten Ghost Needles! "The patient is saved!" Feng Wanqian couldn't help but exclaim. He then instructed Sun Fei to prepare the needles promptly. A few minutes later. The other party brought a set of new silver needles to the ward. Following that, Feng Wanqian, with a respectful demeanor, approached Chen Ming and offered the silver needles! "Young brother, please use these!" "I only need eight," Chen Ming said, taking out eight silver needles. Then, with his back to everyone, he made a gesture! "Cough, cough, cough!" Lin Tiansheng, previously quiet, suddenly began coughing violently once more! Beside him, Lin Zhenhua witnessed eight silver needles materializing above his father's head! Subsequently, a breath of impurity escaped from his mouth. "Father!" "Hua'er..." Upon hearing his father's voice, Lin Zhenhua recognized that his father had regained consciousness. "Father, I am here!" Without hesitation, Lin Zhenhua knelt before Lin Tiansheng.