Does Xiao Feng know Chinese medicine?

This question is somewhat complicated to answer. Saying he does, he's not professional; saying he doesn't, isn't entirely accurate either.

To put it bluntly, he's a half-baked Chinese medicine practitioner.

Xiao Feng had previously read a lot about Chinese medicine and during his time in Southeast Asia, he had quite a few practical opportunities. As a result, bone setting is not too difficult for him.

Of course, it's not just about reading some books. The level of force control and understanding of the human body structure are both very important.

In the emergency room, Xiao Feng took a deep breath. The bones in the arms and legs had been set; next up was the crucial chest and waist section, which was truly the most critical part. Any mistake here could lead to paralysis or even death.

Outside the room, the department heads clicked their tongues in amazement. "This person is definitely an expert. Without using his eyes, he can perform skeletal realignment just by touch. This level is top-notch, right?"

The orthopedic director interjected, "You don't get it. For us orthopedists, sometimes the feedback from the touch is more real and accurate than what the eyes see. This is a realm beyond your understanding."

Upon hearing this, someone immediately retorted discontentedly, "You speak as if you could do it too!"

The orthopedic director was immediately displeased, but before he could retort, the alarm lights on the instruments in the emergency room suddenly lit up, and Du Qingyue's vital signs started to decline at a visible speed.

At that moment, everyone inside and outside the operating room couldn't help but panic.

No one expected that everything could be fine up until the very last step, only for such a thing to occur!

"Qingyue!" Jiang Yixin suddenly stood up, shouting while trying to rush into the emergency room.

The department heads at the door hurriedly stopped her, causing chaos in the corridor.

Lu Yao frowned slightly, walked behind Jiang Yixin, clamped her fingers together, swiftly chopped towards Jiang Yixin's snow-white neck, and then caught her steadily, heading towards the lounge chair.

The directors looked at each other, unable to react for a long time. Xiao Feng's performance was enough to surprise them, yet they didn't expect that even this bespectacled girl who came along had such skills.

It's known that the nerves in the neck are quite rich, and suddenly striking them—if the strength is too small, it won't cause fainting; if too strong, it can lead to uncontrollable severe consequences. Only with the right amount of force can one manage to induce instant fainting.

"Silver Needle!" Xiao Feng shouted abruptly. The situation he least wanted to see had happened after all. The only thing fortunate was that he had made a certain degree of preparation in advance.

However, whether this preparation could cope with the current situation was really hard to say.

Upon receiving the instruction, the medical staff quickly disinfected the silver needles and handed them to Xiao Feng.

Xiao Feng took the silver needle, quickly pinpointing the acupuncture point. The first needle was inserted near Du Qingyue's heart, during which he inevitably contacted the sensitive parts of the other party. But with saving lives being paramount, there was no time to worry about gender-related taboos.

After applying the first needle, Xiao Feng reached out to the side again, with another sterilized silver needle being handed to him, then swiftly applied it on Du Qingyue without pause.

In less than half a minute, Du Qingyue had over a dozen silver needles on her, which means, on average, Xiao Feng applied a needle every three seconds.

Everyone present stared at the instrument, which was still in alarm mode, feeling a sort of heart-pounding terror. Despite being in the medical field for years, they had never encountered something like this—it was unforgettable!

Emergency work is akin to racing against the God of Death, yet now the medical staff present couldn't even clearly define the starting and finishing lines, only fully cooperating with Xiao Feng.

When the eighteenth silver needle pierced into Du Qingyue's brow, everyone was astonished to see that the instrument indicated Du Qingyue's vital signs were rising, gradually stabilizing, and the alarm was immediately lifted.

"It worked!" The doctors outside exclaimed, "It actually succeeded!"

At this moment, a masked doctor came over, saying, "Professor Zhao responded. After reviewing the images we sent, he said he couldn't perform bone realignment in such a fragile state of the patient, and he advised against taking rash actions."

Professor Zhao's full name is Zhao Junhong, and he's a top-notch expert in bone setting, ranking high domestically, considered an authoritative figure.

Yet even an authoritative expert said it couldn't be done, while the young man in the emergency room did it. Doesn't this imply that the young man is more formidable than Zhao Junhong?

For a while, everyone was unsure what to say until an elderly looking person remarked, "I recall my teacher once said, medical science gains progress through constant questioning, and this questioning not only refers to external doubts but also skepticism from the practitioners themselves."

Someone echoed, "Exactly, we've certainly placed our trust in authority on him now. Perhaps that young man is so great because he dares to question authority."

After Xiao Feng came out of the emergency room, someone intended to lead a round of applause for him, but seeing him with no expression, they ultimately refrained.

Watching Xiao Feng approach, Jiang Yixin was taken aback. Previously, she never believed in things like aura, but now she could noticeably feel it—the closer Xiao Feng got, the more powerful that oppressive force became.

"Take good care of her, this matter isn't over yet!" Xiao Feng said flatly, then headed towards the elevator.

Lu Yao nodded towards Jiang Yixin and left together with Xiao Feng.

Jiang Yixin suddenly felt a bit afraid, afraid that she might never see the Xiao Feng who enjoyed bickering with her again.

...

After leaving the hospital, Xiao Feng headed straight for the Jiangcheng Police Station. Since it was confirmed that the old woman's identity wasn't simple, he had to take some measures regarding Lin Jiaxuan.

"You're not hurt, right?" Song Keren was relieved upon seeing Xiao Feng back, her heart finally relaxed. "The team monitoring Miao Youmin said you pulled two people to capture Miao Youmin together. I was scared to death when you turned off your phone!"

"By the way, where are those two people?" Song Keren asked again.

Xiao Feng thought for a moment and replied, "They should be dead, in the residence next to Miao Youmin's home, and if I guessed correctly, the residents inside might have met a tragic fate too."

Xiao Feng clearly understands the operational style of the Devil's Concentration Camp, and it's exactly because of this understanding that he didn't waste time checking the situation. Coupled with the series of subsequent events, he hadn't had a chance to notify Song Keren.

"What exactly happened?" Song Keren frowned and asked. Loss in combat is no small matter—it needs to be thoroughly investigated to account to the higher-ups and explain to the families of the deceased comrades.

"Let me explain; let him rest for a while." Lu Yao took over the conversation.

It was at this time that Song Keren noticed a very pretty girl following behind Xiao Feng, making her even more curious—what exactly happened during the time when Xiao Feng lost contact?

Lu Yao explained the situation to Song Keren as succinctly as possible, though she didn't explicitly mention anything about the Devil's Concentration Camp.

Song Keren suddenly realized that Xiao Feng had always been living next door to her. But the problem was, who exactly was that Du Qingyue?

In a moment of distraction, Song Keren suddenly recalled that during the investigation of Xiao Feng's case, the records seemed to indicate he was married?

In that case, the relationship between Xiao Feng and Du Qingyue seemed rather obvious...

Thinking of this, Song Keren felt inexplicable sadness—it turned out he was already married, so what did she count for?

"Where's Shihan now?" Xiao Feng asked.

Song Keren didn't answer, as if she couldn't hear what Xiao Feng was saying, but the officer beside her answered, "She's in Director Song's office with Lin Jiaxuan; don't worry, it's very safe."

Xiao Feng sneered inside. This statement might have convinced him two hours ago, but believing it now would equate to disregarding the little girl's life.

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