The Genius Wife of the Pampered King of Hell
Chapter 49 - Do You Believe Me?
The young man's eyes resembled the moonlight on a winter night, like the sharp tip of ice, giving rise to an icy chill filled with arrogance that caused Doctor Xie's anger to rise. So in a hurry without thinking he said loudly, “Good! Goody! You really won't shed a tear if you can't see the coffin! I'll bet with you. If you can heal this young man, I, Xie Chongming, will prostrate to you three times in front of everyone, paying respect to you as a master. But if you can't cure him, then you'll go with me to the Criminal Punishment department, obediently accept the charge as the worst criminal and break the law by pretending to be a doctor! Son, are you brave or not?"
Hexi raised her eyebrows, a smile yet not a smile formed on her lips, “Even if you officially become a disciple and willingly acknowledge me as your master, I do not want an old and humiliating disciple like you! If you lose, just prostrating three times is enough.”
"You-you--! You-you-!!"
Doctor Xie was furious, he was itching to rush forward, immediately twisting and breaking the slender neck of the young man.
But why did Hexi pay attention to her, her cold and calm eyes looked at the little girl, “I promise to do my best to take care of your brother, you know, I'm about eighty percent sure he'll recover, but his treatment will be risky, you ... do you want to believe me?"
The little girl blankly raised her head and looked into the clear eyes of Hexi. He did not know when, but as he stared at the glimmer of purple light appearing, it was as if he was in the depths of the forest looking at the most beautiful aurora.
He felt like he had come into contact with magic, his heart was unable to cultivate the slightest bit of doubt and without resisting, he slowly nodded.
The little girl's approval made Hexi relieved, and she asked shopkeeper Zhou to help bring the young man into the lounge of Sheng De's hall, which she had been waiting for, place it gently on a table that is long enough for someone to lie on it.
With a cold expression, doctor Xie and shopkeeper Qin followed them in. They had to see with their own eyes how this talkative young man would fail, ending in disgrace.
In the waiting room of Sheng De's hall, filled with curious people, all of them were clustered around three layers thick.
Hexi stood in the middle of the crowd, she calmly took out a pack of Silver Needles from her place.
But excluding those who were astonished, there were even more with expressions of hatred and ridicule. At this moment, no one believed that this sixteen to seventeen-year-old-looking young man, without any obvious spiritual power in his body, was, will be able to heal the sick with a fractured meridian.
Hexi's eyes examined certain points of the young man's body, then she checked his pulse once more, before starting to insert the Silver Needle in his hand as quickly as possible.
The candlelight illuminated Sheng De's hall lounge brightly, and the sunset outside illuminated the young man's beautifully carved jade hand.
Everyone felt like seeing an irregular butterfly pass through a flower, its shadow constantly flashing and disappearing in front of their faces. As in the blink of an eye, the young man who was originally wearing worn clothes and lying on the table was completely stripped naked. His entire body was covered with Silver Needles, each one slightly thinner than a hair, making him look like a hedgehog.
“This...what is this treatment method? Why have I never seen him before?
"Don't tell me I've never seen it before, I haven't even heard it!"
"Why don't I feel any spiritual power, could it be that he intends to treat his wound without using any spiritual energy?"
The noisy discussion continued to repeat itself, but Hexi closed her ears, only concentrating on the Silver Needle in her hand and the body of the young man.
This needle inserting and stimulating acupuncture point treatment lasts for half an hour, causing the Hexi forehead to be covered in shiny, translucent sweat grains. The grains of sweat slowly slid down and landed on her long eyelashes, as if the dewdrops on the lotus leaf wanted to fall but could not.