44: Chapter 44 The Three Needles of Fate 44: Chapter 44 The Three Needles of Fate “It wasn’t me, you’re the one who made two billion yuan, isn’t that enough for startup capital?” Qin Han said with a faint smile.

“Mine?” Zhou Wenfeng was stunned for a moment, then hurriedly waved his hands, “Brother Qin, you selected the jade, and the profits should naturally go to you.

I won’t take it.”

“You gave me the medical hall, and you’ve helped me so much, I chose this for you.

Take it.”

“No, the medical hall was a gift from Grandpa, besides, how much money was that really?

And I just feel that following Brother Qin allows me to learn things.

I don’t want it, I don’t want it.” Zhou Wenfeng insisted on refusing.

This scene left the onlookers dumbfounded.

Two billion yuan, and these two were actually shoving it back and forth?

“How about this, when you start a company, consider me a shareholder!” Seeing Zhou Wenfeng persistently refuse, Qin Han could only fall back to the next best option.

Zhou Wenfeng hesitated for a moment, then said, “Alright, but Brother Qin, we won’t need that much capital for starting a business.

I’ll have the jade processed later on, and send it to you.

You can give it to your sister-in-law!”

Qin Han was taken aback, and Zhou Wenfeng’s suggestion made him hesitate.

After pondering for a long while, he nodded his head.

Hearing that Zhou Wenfeng had no intention of selling the imperial green jade, the two big jade merchants shook their heads in regret.

Zhou Wenfeng, smiling happily, looked at Gong Mingyu and said, “Young Master Gong, should I have my secretary visit your company tomorrow?”

“Hmph!” Gong Mingyu’s face darkened as he quickly left, today had been a huge embarrassment for him.

Zhou Wenfeng wasn’t worried about Gong Mingyu denying the debt.

Given Gong Mingyu’s character, he wasn’t likely to be dishonest.

The two left Shengli Jade Field amidst everyone’s admiring exclamations.

Qin Han immediately called Old Mr.

Zhou, telling him that Yang Zhentian could receive treatment at any time, and Old Mr.

Zhou immediately indicated that he would go and bring Yang Zhentian to the medical hall right away.

Old Mr.

Zhou had always been concerned about Yang Zhentian’s illness, and the moment he heard that treatment was possible, he couldn’t wait even a second longer.

Having returned to his medical hall, Qin Han wrote a prescription, instructing Zhang Yalin to prepare the soup base needed for the medicinal bath, and handed Zhang Henian another prescription, instructing him to formulate a month’s supply of medicine as required.

As soon as Qin Han had finished making the preparations, Old Mr.

Zhou briskly walked in with Yang Zhentian.

Even the typically composed Yang Zhentian, upon seeing Qin Han, said, “Young Qin, can you really cure my illness?”

When Yang Zhentian left last time, he felt that Qin Han might not be able to treat him and somewhat brushed it off.

In fact, he himself didn’t hold out much hope, having sought almost all the Divine Doctors in the Dragon Nation over so many years.

Upon hearing that Qin Han was ready to treat his illness, the tranquility of many years in his heart became a bit disturbed.

“Don’t worry, Old Yang,” Qin Han said with a light smile.

He led Yang Zhentian into the inner room and gestured for him to take off his upper garments.

Xiao Feng, who had come along, had lost his previous arrogance and stood silently at the side.

After Yang Zhentian had removed his upper garments, Qin Han called over Zhang Henian and gestured for him to watch from the side.

Qin Han took out three small needles from his needle bag and placed them at Yang Zhentian’s Qi Sea, Guanyuan, and Shenque acupoints.

With the needles in place, Qin Han said, “Old Yang, this is to protect your True Qi from dispersing.

Do not use your Qi to resist the pain later on.

If it becomes unbearable, feel free to scream out.”

“Don’t worry, young fellow, just treat me!”

Qin Han then turned to Zhang Henian and said, “Because Old Yang killed too many in his early years, it led to affliction entering his body.

These three needles aim to protect Old Yang’s Dantian while also preventing the chaotic intrusion of the killing energy into the Dantian later.

Also, it’s to prevent Old Yang from suddenly lashing out and hurting others.”

Zhang Henian listened attentively to Qin Han’s explanation without missing a single detail.

Having explained, Qin Han took out three more Golden Needles from his bag and placed them on the acupoints of Yang Zhentian’s forehead: Shenting, Head Rong, and Shangxing.

“These three acupoints will help reduce the pain Old Yang will endure later on and will draw out the murderous energy from his body.

The most affected part will be the head; Old Yang might experience hallucinations, so these three points also serve to lessen the pain and prevent Old Yang from becoming lost amidst the Heart Demon.”

While Qin Han was explaining, he applied the three needles, and after these preparations, he continued, “The needle technique I’ll use to treat Old Yang is called ‘Creation Triple Needles,’ divided into upper, middle, and lower sets of three needles each, totaling nine needles.

The crux lies in the middle three needles.”

Qin Han’s words were directed at both Zhang Henian and Yang Zhentian.

“Qin boy, since I’ve let you treat me, I trust you— don’t have any more concerns in your heart!” Yang Zhentian guessed that Qin Han was explaining so much to him because he was considering his own status.

“Xiao Feng, you’re good— this disease has tormented me for half of my life.

If it’s cured today, properly thank the young Qin.

If there’s an accident, you mustn’t trouble him!”

“Yes!”

After hearing this, Qin Han was somewhat surprised, but his face quickly regained its calm demeanor, “It seems the young man has taken it seriously.”

“Old Yang, get ready!” Qin Han spoke to Old Yang to get ready, but his hands moved swiftly, sticking a needle into the Spirit Void Acupoint in front of Yang Zhentian’s chest.

At the moment the Golden Needle entered his body, Yang Zhentian grunted, his eyes tightly closed, and fine beads of sweat instantly appeared on his forehead.

However, this nearly eighty-year-old man clenched his teeth and didn’t make a sound.

Qin Han admired him inwardly, being a doctor, he knew how great the pain Yang Zhentian was enduring now.

Seal the acupoint, the second needle goes down!

“Hiss!” Yang Zhentian let out a sharp inhale through his teeth but immediately shut his mouth and kept quiet.

Elder Zhou watched as large beads of sweat fell from Yang Zhentian’s face, his hands clenched together so tightly that the tips of his fingers had started to turn white.

The youth known as Xiao Feng had no expression on his face, but his eyes constantly stayed on Yang Zhentian, overflowing with concern.

“Old Yang, hold on to your spirit!”

After saying so, the third needle— into the Danzhong acupoint!

Yang Zhentian’s eyes, which had been tightly closed, suddenly snapped open, the bloodshot of his eyes startling everyone around him.

“Damn it, you bunch of bastards, if I don’t kill all of you today, I won’t be a Yang!”

“Son of a bitch, you caused the death of my thousands of brothers— pay with your life!”

With a frenzied look, Yang Zhentian finished speaking and unexpectedly aimed a palm strike at Qin Han.

The move was ferocious and swift, but Qin Han casually slapped it away, turning Yang Zhentian’s attack into nothing, and lightly tapped Yang Zhentian’s Baihui acupoint as if it were a trivial matter.

Yang Zhentian immediately closed his eyes again and slowly sat down in the chair.

Xiao Feng’s face showed shock; he had followed Yang Zhentian since he was a child and knew all too well the tremendous power of Yang Zhentian’s palm.

How could it be so effortlessly resolved by Qin Han?

What he did not know was, Qin Han had just sealed Yang Zhentian’s Dantian, fearing that the movement of Inner Strength while in a frenzied state would make it impossible to subdue him.

Just when everyone thought that Yang Zhentian’s Heart Demon was over, the tightly closed-eyed Yang Zhentian spoke again.

“Xiao Peng, your old man promised to help you take a wife.

I’m sorry to you!”

“Liu Quan, you lad, how could you not wait until I returned?”

“Zhou Bingchen, hurry and get the medical box.

Xiao Huan can’t make it— what to do, what to do?”

At this moment, big tear drops fell from the corners of Yang Zhentian’s eyes, his mouth continuously calling out the names of his comrades.

In the end, even blood tears streamed from his eyes.

Zhou Bingchen watched his old squad leader’s state, tears streaming down his face.

After so many years, the squad leader still hadn’t moved on from that past incident and had always been living in guilt.

“Old squad leader, wake up!

It’s all over, they don’t blame you, you didn’t abandon them.

You had a mission, old squad leader, please come back to us!”

Qin Han quickly moved behind Yang Zhentian, regulating his breathing for him, slapping once on each of the governor and conception vessels on his back, and then driving upwards along the two major meridians towards the top of the head.

A faint black mist could be seen rising from the top of Yang Zhentian’s head, causing everyone in the room to suddenly feel a drastic drop in temperature.

They could even hear ghostly wails and howls in their ears.

Frightened, Zhang Yalin quickly exited the inner room, not daring to stay any longer.

As his palms moved to the back of the head, he then turned around and pointed at Yang Zhentian’s forehead, crying out loud.

“Awaken!”