"Lin Xiao, what are you doing?!" Lin Yan shouted angrily. His younger brother was really useless, more trouble than he was worth, daring to lay a hand on Yang Feng.
Yang Feng also knows martial arts, otherwise it would be dangerous. His younger brother is a lieutenant in the military region, and his strength is comparable to more than two special forces soldiers.
"Hehe, I was just testing him to see if he really was as powerful as you said."
Lin Xiao smiled faintly, but his eyes betrayed his surprise. He hadn't expected Yang Feng to be so capable. Few in the military could withstand such a punch, especially considering it was a sneak attack. He knew this perfectly well.
"Let me tell you, I'm here to rescue people, not to fight. You've already provoked me many times before. Do you really think I'm easy to mess with?!"
Yang Feng's aura suddenly erupted, and with a swift change of movement, he punched Lin Xiao out of the window.
"ah!!"
Lin Xiao felt a sudden darkness before his eyes and was sent flying backward. When he opened his eyes again, he found himself hanging from a tree outside.
"Dr. Yang... Dr. Yang, please calm down. It's all my fault for being so insensible. Please forgive me. I'm sorry."
Lin Yan hurriedly apologized, fearing that Yang Feng would leave in a fit of anger. He glanced at Lin Xiao hanging in the tree outside the window and was shocked. His opinion of Yang Feng's strength level was raised once again.
Last time, he probably didn't use his true strength.
Yang Feng snorted coldly. If it weren't for his good attitude, he would have turned around and left long ago.
"Bring me the silver needles, I'll begin the treatment."
Yang Feng removed all the cold instruments placed on the old man and spat them out calmly.
"Okay...okay." Lin Yan wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, nodded, and replied.
"Use mine." After Li Shizhen finished speaking, he took out a bundle of silver needles wrapped in sheepskin from his body and handed it to Yang Feng.
"The silver needles are alright," Yang Feng said casually after opening the sheepskin bundle.
Li Shizhen, who was standing to the side, twitched his lips. His silver needles were passed down from his ancestors and were said to have been made during the Qing Dynasty. They were of excellent quality.
But for him, it's just "okay"?
The next moment, Yang Feng lifted the old man's clothes and began to administer acupuncture.
His technique was incredibly skillful and swift; he made all thirteen silver needles appear on the old man's body, shimmering slightly under the daylight lamplight.
"The Thirteen Needles of Ghosts?!"
Li Shizhen blurted out, his brows furrowing immediately. This acupuncture technique had been partially lost, but while it could still treat some symptoms in modern times, it was clearly unsuitable for treating the old general's condition.
But in the next instant, Yang Feng took out three more slender silver needles, flicked his wrist, and sent them flying, forming a triangle at his navel.
"This, this." Li Shizhen held his breath. He had never seen such a needle insertion method before. It was ejected out. Wasn't he afraid of misalignment?
Yang Feng wiped the sweat from his forehead, thinking to himself: If only that immortal energy were still there, we wouldn't have to go through all this trouble.
After a moment, Yang Feng let out a long breath, put away the silver needles, and turned to Lin Yan, saying, "Give me paper and a pen, I'll write down the medicinal herbs, and you can go and buy them."
"Okay." Lin Yan said, showing Yang Feng a piece of white paper and a water-based pen. Yang Feng wrote line after line of black characters on the paper.
"Alright, after you've bought all these herbs, just let him brew them."
Yang Feng placed the blank paper on the table, glanced at Li Shizhen, and then continued:
"Take it three times each in the morning, noon and evening. He will wake up in a week. Then I will adjust the medication and treatment according to the situation."
"Understood, thank you, Dr. Yang," Lin Yan nodded and said.
Li Shizhen picked up the white paper on the table, a hint of surprise in his eyes, and exclaimed, "Wonderful, wonderful! Traditional Chinese medicine is profound and there is no end to learning it!"
Hearing this, Lin Yan couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief, and then said, "Dr. Yang, would you like me to give you a ride?"
"Nonsense, there isn't a single car here. You expect me to wait for the bus for ages?"
Yang Feng rolled his eyes, then said:
"Why don't you just give me that car? I think it's pretty good."
"Uh...uh, okay, all the cars outside are Dongfang Mengshi military vehicles. How about I have someone send a sports car to you, Dr. Yang?"
Lin Yan's lips twitched, and he spoke.
"No need, give me the key."
Yang Feng waved his hand, took the keys, and walked outside, casually tossing out a remark:
"Remember to complete the paperwork for this vehicle."
Lin Yan's heart was bleeding. This car was his most beloved car. Not only was it bulletproof, but it was also very practical for driving in the wild. Now it had been stolen from him.
It's because I need their help.
......
Yang Feng drove his Dongfang Mengshi on the road, a slight smile playing on his lips. He thought to himself: Finally, I can put my driving skills to good use.
Yang Feng glanced at the time; it was already afternoon dismissal time. He shook his head slightly and drove towards the coffee shop.
When Yang Feng parked his car and walked into the coffee shop, Xiao Mo, who was standing at the door, was still wearing a cheongsam, revealing her snow-white thighs.
However, her expression was somewhat unpleasant, as if she had something on her mind.
"Sister Mo, what happened? You look so worried," Yang Feng couldn't help but ask.