Starting as the President of a Billionaire Group Chapter 1173: 1148: Taiyi Needle Technique

“Zhao Kai, thank you so much,” Song Yingying said gratefully.

Beside her, Song Xiaoxiao’s father, Song Tao, also let out a sigh of relief: “Kai, we owe you this.”

Although the Song Family and the Zhao Family are both top-tier families,

the Zhao Family’s connections are deeper, even possessing some influence in Kyoto.

At least, bringing a neurosurgery expert from Kyoto directly to Modu is beyond their reach.

“Alright, everyone, let’s not crowd here any longer. Dr. Wang should be arriving by the afternoon. We’ve all been busy for half a day already, so let’s take a break.”

Everyone departed to rest.

Inside the ward, Song Xiaoxiao was accompanied by Ye Chen, presenting an image akin to a couple.

Witnessing this scene, Zhao Kai felt extreme annoyance churn within him.

“Hmph, once the doctor I’ve summoned cures Song Xiaoxiao’s mother, whether Song Xiaoxiao agrees to marry me won't be determined by you.”

At this juncture, Ye Chen’s gaze landed upon Zhang Xiuhua, who lay on the hospital bed.

Suddenly, he was completely astonished.

It appeared his eyes had transformed into a form of X-ray vision.

The outline of Zhang Xiuhua’s physique was clearly discernible.

Particularly in the cranial region, a blood clot was lodged; it was precisely this blood clot that was causing Zhang Xiuhua’s coma.

Zhang Xiuhua’s condition absolutely did not necessitate a craniotomy. All that was required was for him to employ the Taiyi Divine Needle to disperse the blood clot, and naturally, the ailment would vanish.

With Divine-level medical skills and the uncanny ability to perceive through the human body, dissolving a blood clot was an exceedingly simple feat for Ye Chen.

At this very moment, Song Yingying entered the ward.

“You still possess the gall to enter here? Get out! I never wish to see you again.”

Ye Chen remained silent. He understood that further explanations would prove futile.

He turned and promptly exited the ward, proceeding directly to the pharmacy to procure silver needles.

With the silver needles in hand, he could then proceed with the treatment for Zhang Xiuhua.

When Ye Chen returned, Zhao Kai, Song Yingying, and Song Xiaoxiao had already departed to have a meal, leaving the ward unoccupied.

Ye Chen entered the ward.

Within, Zhang Xiuhua lay peacefully.

By this time, the blood clot within her brain had further accumulated.

Should it not be addressed immediately, even the so-called expert might find themselves powerless.

Ye Chen took a deep breath and retrieved the silver needles from his pocket.

He could distinctly perceive Zhang Xiuhua’s cranial blood vessels and nerves.

This marked his inaugural attempt at employing the Taiyi Needle Technique, hence he felt a slight tremor of nervousness.

In his mind, he recalled Song Xiaoxiao’s sorrowful expression.

Song Xiaoxiao was a girl of kindness.

Therefore, he was unwilling to cause Song Xiaoxiao further sadness; he was determined to cure Zhang Xiuhua.

Ye Chen selected a silver needle and precisely aimed it at Zhang Xiuhua’s Baihui and Tianchi acupoints, located within her brain.

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He delicately maneuvered the silver needle.

Indeed, the blood clot within Zhang Xiuhua’s brain gradually began to disperse.

Half an hour elapsed, and the blood clot within Zhang Xiuhua’s brain had completely dissipated.

Although Ye Chen was covered in sweat, he felt an overwhelming sense of joy internally.

It appeared the Taiyi Needle Technique was indeed remarkably potent.

The sole drawback was the substantial expenditure of stamina required for its application.

He currently felt as though he had just completed a marathon.

He was just about to withdraw the final silver needle when, unexpectedly, Song Yingying, Zhao Kai, Song Tao, and a white-haired gentleman entered.

Everyone’s gaze fixed upon Ye Chen, who held a needle and seemed poised to insert it into the mother’s head, leaving all present utterly astonished.

“Ye Chen, you fiend! With my mother in this state, you still refuse to cease your torment, actually stabbing her with needles!”

Song Yingying ferociously lunged at Ye Chen, delivering a resounding slap to his face.

“Let me explain, I was treating Mother…”

Zhao Kai surged forward from behind and directly punched Ye Chen in the face.

Having just executed the Taiyi Divine Needle, Ye Chen’s body was already significantly weakened.

The impact of the punch sent Ye Chen staggering backward before he collapsed.

Song Tao declared coldly, his countenance grim, “Escort him out.”

Other members of the Song Family physically propelled Ye Chen out of the ward.

Inside the ward, Song Tao addressed the white-haired man with an apologetic tone, “Dr. Wang, I sincerely apologize for the disruption. Would you be so kind as to examine my wife?”

Dr. Wang inclined his head and commenced the examination of Zhang Xiuhua.

Several assistants meticulously attached instruments to Zhang Xiuhua’s cranial region.

After a brief examination, Dr. Wang regarded everyone with a perplexed expression.

“Are you attempting to jest with me? This patient exhibits no blood clots in her brain; her blood vessels are unobstructed, and she is in perfect health.”

“What?” Upon hearing Dr. Wang’s declaration, everyone present was dumbfounded.

“Dr. Wang, are you suggesting my mother is perfectly fine?”

Dr. Wang indicated the monitoring instrument and stated, “I have just performed an assessment; your wife’s bodily functions are remarkably robust, and she is entirely free of illness.”

“Naturally, this is merely my initial assessment; you are welcome to arrange for a more precise examination by the hospital.”

Shortly thereafter, physicians from Jiangzhou Hospital arrived.

They proceeded to conduct an additional CT scan on Zhang Xiuhua’s brain.

As expected, a minor gash on her head was the only injury Zhang Xiuhua sustained.

The doctor on duty was utterly bewildered.

"What's happening? The previous examination indicated a significant blood clot in the patient's brain, so how could it vanish so rapidly?"

Learning that Zhang Xiuhua was out of danger brought immense relief to the Song Family.

"No wonder Dr. Wang from Kyoto is such a renowned physician; you must have performed a miracle cure," the attending doctor gushed with praise.

Dr. Wang, however, simply waved his hand. "I didn't do anything; the patient recovered on her own."

Possessing the integrity of a respected healer, he wouldn't claim credit for a recovery he didn't facilitate.

"How is that even possible?"

The attending doctor remained stunned.

He presented the initial examination results to Dr. Wang.

The two physicians exchanged a look of disbelief.

The original scans had depicted Zhang Xiuhua's condition as critically severe.

A substantial blood clot had formed, necessitating immediate surgical intervention, a craniotomy.

Yet, the subsequent scan revealed these clots had inexplicably disappeared.

This phenomenon defied all medical understanding.

Such a large clot could not possibly vanish or heal spontaneously.

The Li Family members were the most overjoyed.

They had been bracing for the worst, preparing for a funeral, only to find the patient now perfectly healthy.

With the patient stable, there was no longer a need for an Intensive Care Unit bed.

As a nurse began the process of moving Zhang Xiuhua to a standard room, she discovered a collection of silver needles on the bed.

"Dr. Wang, are these your silver needles?"

Silver needles?

Dr. Wang blinked in surprise.

"These silver needles are not mine," Dr. Wang confirmed with a shake of his head.

Just then, another nurse interjected, "I saw a young man earlier entering with a packet of silver needles. I inquired, and he stated he was here to treat the patient."

Upon hearing the nurse's account, Dr. Wang's expression shifted dramatically.

"Where is that young man now?"

The nurse replied, "He just left in a hurry, quite bruised, as if he had been roughed up."

"Ye Chen! Could it have been him?" Song Tao mused aloud.

"How could that good-for-nothing possibly be involved?" Zhao Kai retorted swiftly.

"Exactly, my mom was just fortunate; it couldn't have been Ye Chen," Song Yingying stated with unshakeable confidence.

Following Zhang Xiuhua's transfer to a VIP ward, the attending doctor approached Li Gang. "Mr. Song, would you mind stepping over for a moment?"

Song Tao accompanied the attending doctor to the observation room.

"Mr. Song, please observe this video recording."

The footage displayed Ye Chen in the process of treating Zhang Xiuhua.

"This..." Song Tao was left speechless.

The attending doctor took a slow breath. "It's medically impossible for Ms. Zhang's condition to self-resolve. The only plausible explanation now is that the young man utilized acupuncture to assist the patient in clearing her blood vessels."