Song Hao nodded and said, "That's right. Although the extreme of reverse needling is considered a deadly needle, it's only what the practitioner thinks. As long as the person is alive and the energy in the meridians is still there, the person can be saved. There is always a way out! There is no deadly needle in the world. Unless the person is killed by the needle first, I will not give up."
Lin Fengyi nodded and said, "You have the heart to save people, Heaven is virtuous and will help you."
That evening, Song Hao unexpectedly received a call from Luo Feiying.
"Song Hao!" Luo Feiying said urgently on the phone, "I've found out. The illness of that man surnamed He wasn't intentionally caused by anyone from my Luo family; it was an accident. The one who performed the reverse needling technique on him was my senior brother, Li He. Senior brother Li He is now mentally unstable, and I don't know how he mastered the reverse needling technique to such an extreme level. I told my father about this, and in his shock and anger, he expelled Senior Brother Li He from the sect. Now we don't know where he is. I heard from some other senior brothers that Li He, in his mental derangement, has begun to hate everyone. But given the opportunity, he will perform reverse needling on patients, regardless of the consequences."
Upon hearing this, Song Hao was greatly surprised and said, "Li He? So he's from the Luo family of your Demon Needle Sect. His current state is entirely your fault. How can you just abandon him like this? If you let him run wild, won't you harm even more people? If someone else is poisoned by his deadly needles and can't be treated properly, they'll die. He's a dangerous person. You should be keeping an eye on him and taking measures to treat him!"
“We already know the consequences are serious. Our men are searching for him everywhere, but we haven’t heard from him since he disappeared yesterday,” Luo Feiying said helplessly.
"Please tell your father that if Li He isn't found and stopped in time, he will bring great trouble to your Luo family. Li He is from the Luo family and stole the Golden Needle Sect's techniques. He was probably driven mad by your father because of that acupuncture bronze figure. This is the Luo family's responsibility, and you must bear full responsibility. I have nothing to say about your father's actions." Indignantly, Song Hao hung up the phone.
"Song Hao, how do you know all this..." Luo Feiying asked in surprise.
Song Hao was deeply worried. Now, upon learning that Li He, who had learned the skills of the Dou family of the Golden Needle Sect, was actually a member of the Luo family of the Demon Needle Sect, everything began to make sense. And unexpectedly, Li He, in his mental lapse, had mastered the Reverse Needle Technique of the Luo family's Demon Needle Sect to its extreme, turning it into a deadly needle that could slowly take lives.
Song Hao had a vague feeling that the trouble Li He was causing was just beginning.
In treating He Chengzhong, Song Hao, inspired by Luo Feiying's acupuncture techniques, employed several acupuncture methods simultaneously, initially achieving some therapeutic effect. During the acupuncture, Song Hao discovered that the Qi and blood in some major acupoints on He Chengzhong's body were stagnant, likely due to the reverse acupuncture technique. Therefore, he focused on regulating these acupoints. After more than ten days, the strange, lurking pulse completely disappeared, breaking the deadly needle and achieving a great success. He Chengzhong was extremely grateful and left in thanks. During these days, to break the deadly needle, Song Hao had pushed his acupuncture skills to the limit, expending considerable mental and physical energy. He secretly lamented that this kind of evil acupuncture technique was truly difficult to deal with, and it was only through exerting all his strength that he achieved this result.
By this time, Song Hao's mastery of pulse diagnosis had reached a high level. Although he wasn't as adept as Lin Fengyi, he possessed a keen understanding of the patient's condition, able to perceive everything in their mind and touch. This rapid progress astonished Lin Fengyi. Tang Yu was even more pleased for Song Hao.
On their day off, Lin Fengyi and Song Hao discussed pulse diagnosis for a while before leaving. Tang Yu had prepared a meal, and the two had just finished eating when they heard a car outside, followed by someone knocking on the door. When they went out to see, it was Dean Wang who had come.
"Song Hao!" Dean Wang greeted him warmly, "Is your accommodation nice?"
"I'm staying at a friend's house. Is there anything I can help you with, Dean Wang?" Song Hao replied.
"Well, my friend introduced another patient who heard about your excellent acupuncture skills and came specifically to seek treatment," said Dean Wang.
Upon hearing this, Song Hao exclaimed in surprise, "Is it someone else suffering from some strange illness?"
"Where would you find so many strange illnesses! It's said to be a chronic ailment that can't be cured, so they're seeking a master to treat it. How about it, go on a trip. Consider it giving me face; I heard the person is someone of considerable influence," Dean Wang pleaded.
"Is that so! Since a patient has come seeking help, we can go and do it." Upon hearing this, Song Hao felt somewhat relieved, initially thinking that he had encountered another patient who had been subjected to reverse acupuncture.
"Pack up, let's go," Song Hao said, turning to Tang Yu.
"They specifically invited you, so you should go alone. I still need to clean the room," Tang Yu said. Seeing that Dean Wang was accompanying her, Tang Yu didn't think much of it.
"Alright!" Song Hao said, and then got into the car with Dean Wang.
Dean Wang's car didn't go to the hospital, but instead went to a star-rated hotel in the city.
Dean Wang stopped the car and said, "This person is very important and doesn't meet with outsiders. He's currently staying in room 502 and specifically asked you to go up alone." He looked somewhat disappointed, clearly having been asked to do so by someone else, and he himself had no chance to meet that special person.
At this moment, two strong men stepped forward, nodded to Dean Wang, and then stood respectfully to one side.
Upon seeing this, Song Hao realized that the other party indeed had some background. He got out of the car and was led into the hotel by the two men.
Upon arriving at room 502, Song Hao encountered two guards. One of them opened the door and let Song Hao in.
This was a luxuriously decorated suite, not a place for ordinary people to stay. Slightly surprised, Song Hao stood there, waiting for the owner to appear.
"You are Song Hao!" A voice sounded from behind, and a person walked out of a room.
When Song Hao turned around, he saw a middle-aged man wearing gold-rimmed glasses, with a gloomy face, who was slightly thin and tall. When he saw Song Hao, a look of surprise flashed in his eyes.
"Hello, I'm Song Hao," Song Hao replied politely.
"My surname is Qi, please have a seat." The man concealed his surprise at seeing Song Hao and gestured for him to sit down.
"There are drinks on the table, please help yourself." The man then sat down opposite Song Hao, his eyes behind his glasses glancing at Song Hao from time to time. This made Song Hao feel extremely uncomfortable.
"Mr. Qi, is it? Dean Wang asked me to come and examine you," Song Hao said. He already sensed that today's house call was somewhat unusual.
"No rush, no rush, you can rest for a while." The man took a sip of mineral water.
"It's alright, let's see the doctor first," Song Hao said.
"Alright!" the man said, extending his left wrist.
Song Hao raised his hand to take the pulse, but found it to be deep, slow and strong, not like a sick pulse. He examined it carefully again, but found nothing unusual. He switched hands and found the same thing.
"Mr. Qi!" Song Hao, slightly surprised, withdrew his hand and said, "Sir, your pulse is smooth and strong, your qi and blood are abundant, and you show no signs of illness. It is clear that you take excellent care of your health. Forgive my ignorance, but I do not know where the illness comes from?"
"Hahaha! Truly a hero among the young! A national treasure in the medical field! You can tell whether there is an illness just by taking a pulse. I admire you!" The man nodded and laughed.
"Since you are not ill, why did you summon me here?" Song Hao asked in surprise.
"Please be patient! I've invited you here today under some pretext because I have something important to tell you," the man said.
A sense of unease rose in Song Hao's heart, and he said, "I have never met you before, sir. What could you possibly want to tell me?"
"Well..." the man hesitated for a moment before saying, "You probably don't know much about your background."
"I don't understand what you mean, sir!" Song Hao shook his head and said.
"It seems that although my elder brother has met you, he has not yet formally acknowledged you. Then let me explain things to you clearly. Song Hao, to be honest, your real name is Qi Hao, a descendant of the Qi family of the Tianyi Sect, and the biological son of Qi Yannian, the current president of the Tianyi Group. He is my elder brother, and I am your uncle, named Qi Yanfeng." Qi Yanfeng looked at Song Hao and said slowly.
"What did you say?" Song Hao exclaimed in surprise, "Mr. Qi, please don't make such an excessive joke!"
Chapter 8 Conspiracy (2)
“I’m not joking, because everything I’m saying is true. You’ve already met my older brother, don’t you find some things strange? Also, my sister-in-law, your biological mother, has returned from America and is eager to acknowledge you, but I don’t know why they didn’t tell you the truth in time so you could be recognized as part of the family. Sigh! I really don’t know what my older brother and sister-in-law were thinking!” Qi Yanfeng sighed.
"You're lying. You have ulterior motives for doing this," Song Hao said, looking at Qi Yanfeng warily from the shock.