Shen Xingkong stepped back two paces, staring blankly at the wasp’s tail needle in his hand, his mind completely blank. Although he had realized that he possessed some strange abilities, he still had no idea what was actually going on.
Just now, when black blood flowed from Engineer Chen's temple, he felt a twinge of fear, worrying that he might have accidentally harmed Engineer Chen.
If that were the case, Shen Xingkong would need to run away immediately—run as far as possible—otherwise, he might spend the rest of his life in prison.
Just as he was preparing to flee, Professor Shi suddenly grabbed his shoulder, his old face twitching with excitement, and his eyes gleaming with the intensity of a wolf spotting prey.
"Shen Xingkong, you actually know the Golden Needle Toxin Extraction technique? Who exactly are you?"
"Golden Needle Toxin Extraction? What’s that?" Shen Xingkong was completely confused.
"Quick, tell me, whose disciple are you?"
"Am I someone's disciple?"
"Of course! You must have been taught a secret acupuncture technique by a master. Shen Xingkong, do you know that the Golden Needle Toxin Extraction technique has been lost for 300 years? Three hundred years!..." Professor Shi had already decided that Shen Xingkong was the disciple of some legendary physician, and he was so excited that he was practically in tears, speaking incoherently.
"Uh..." Shen Xingkong, hearing Professor Shi's words, began to regain his composure.
There was no doubt that Shen Xingkong had gained some strange abilities after being stung by the giant wasp. However, he still didn't understand these abilities, let alone how to control them. In this situation, it was best to keep a low profile.
Moreover, if word got out about his extraordinary abilities, it wouldn't take a day before he was captured and taken to some secret research facility, never to see the light of day again.
After about ten seconds of thought, Shen Xingkong decided to officially become the disciple of a legendary physician.
"Sigh!" He let out a deep sigh, his expression becoming serious and solemn. "Professor Shi, since you've already figured it out, I won't hide it anymore. When I was ten, a wandering Daoist visited my home and taught me some things. At the time, I didn't understand, but as I grew older, I realized it was traditional Chinese acupuncture."
"A wandering Daoist... Ah, he must have been a true master..." Professor Shi didn't doubt him for a second, nodding vigorously.
"Whether he was a master, I don't know. Anyway, he said his Daoist name was Shouyin," Shen Xingkong decided to fully commit to his lie.
"Shouyin... Shouyin... Hmm, even the name has an otherworldly aura! Shen Xingkong, you're incredibly fortunate. You're destined to become a famous physician." Professor Shi couldn't help but look at Shen Xingkong with admiration.
"Not in the future!" Suddenly, Engineer Chen, who had been sitting in the armchair, stood up. His eyes were now shining brightly, like light bulbs, as he firmly grasped Shen Xingkong's hand. "You're already a great physician, young man. You're truly amazing. I feel completely refreshed now, my head feels incredibly light, as if I'm floating on a cloud."
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"Really?" Shen Xingkong was inwardly shocked, not expecting his acupuncture to actually have an effect.
"Of course! Ah, Old Shi, I must congratulate you on having such a talented student. Hahaha!" Engineer Chen seemed genuinely overjoyed, his face beaming without a trace of wrinkles.
"Oh, it's nothing, nothing. I’m not fit to be Shen Xingkong's teacher anymore. His teacher is Daoist Master Shouyin!" Professor Shi quickly waved his hands, as if he was overwhelmed by the compliment.
"No!" Shen Xingkong interrupted Professor Shi, his expression once again becoming serious. "Professor Shi, you are my most respected teacher, and you will always be my teacher. I still have so much to learn from you. Please continue to teach me."
"Good, good, good..." Professor Shi hadn't expected Shen Xingkong to say such a thing, and he was so moved that he trembled with emotion, unable to say anything other than "good."
Later, in Engineer Chen's office, after his emotions had calmed down a bit, Professor Shi began to tell Shen Xingkong and Engineer Chen the story of the Golden Needle Toxin Extraction technique.
It turned out that ever since the invention of acupuncture thousands of years ago, various historical and medical texts had documented the "Golden Needle Toxin Extraction" technique. The basic principle was to use a special acupuncture technique to "extract" the toxins that were blocking the body's meridians. The idea was that when the meridians were clear, there would be no pain, and when the toxins were gone, the pain would naturally disappear.
The last recorded use of the "Golden Needle Toxin Extraction" technique was in the secret history of the Qing Dynasty palace. At that time, one of Emperor Qianlong's favorite concubines suffered from angina, which caused her to suffer sleepless nights and was on the verge of death.
In desperation, Qianlong issued a royal decree across the country, promising high-ranking positions and gold and jewels to anyone who could save his beloved concubine. Eventually, a Daoist from Mount Wutai entered the Forbidden City and treated the concubine with acupuncture, using the Golden Needle Toxin Extraction technique. After just three treatments, the concubine was up and about, as lively as a donkey.
Qianlong was so pleased that he asked the Daoist what position he desired and how much money he wanted. The Daoist simply smiled and said he wanted nothing, only that Qianlong should refrain from raising taxes on the people for ten years. Qianlong immediately agreed, which contributed to the fifty-year-long prosperity of his reign.
Unfortunately, since then, the Golden Needle Toxin Extraction technique had disappeared from China. Nowadays, many traditional Chinese medicine practitioners claim to use acupuncture to detoxify, but compared to the once-secret Golden Needle Toxin Extraction technique, it's like comparing a minor spell to a grand ritual.
After telling the story, it was almost noon. Engineer Chen insisted that Professor Shi and Shen Xingkong stay, taking them to the best hotel in Z City for a lavish meal that cost 3,400 yuan just for the dishes. Of course, for someone like Engineer Chen, 3,400 yuan was just a drop in the bucket.
After the meal, Engineer Chen personally drove Professor Shi and Shen Xingkong back to the medical school, before happily returning to work at the research institute.
In the afternoon, Professor Shi had planned to have a good talk with Shen Xingkong about the mysterious Daoist Master Shouyin, but considering that Shen Xingkong had classes to attend, he reluctantly let him go back to the classroom, reminding him to study hard and not disappoint Daoist Master Shouyin's expectations.
However, Shen Xingkong had no interest in the class. His life plan was what mattered most! Sitting in the classroom, he didn’t hear a single word the teacher said, instead, he bit his finger, thinking about how to make the best use of his newfound abilities.
Time flew by, and in the blink of an eye, the afternoon was over. As the bell rang to signal the end of the day, Shen Xingkong packed up his books, intending to go home early and practice mastering his abilities.
Just then, a loud, arrogant voice suddenly rang out from the front of the classroom.
"Hey, everyone, listen up! It's my birthday today, and I've reserved seven tables at the Tiancheng Hotel next to the school for dinner tonight. You better show me some respect and be there at six o'clock sharp. If anyone dares to ruin my mood, they won't be happy either. After all, this school isn't that big—think about it!"