Time passed—a week.

During this week, Ye Fei had devoted nearly an hour each day to cultivating the Xianyuan Heart Method.

Through his efforts, he soon made a breakthrough to the second level of the heart method.

At this point, Ye Fei’s power had also leaped bounds and strides.

Another weekend arrived, and Ye Fei took his wife and child out for a trip to the countryside.

The whole day was nothing but joy.

That evening, just as they were about to head back, he received a phone call from Wan Jing.

"Mr. Ye, the clinic just admitted a critically ill patient. The situation is extremely complicated. Li Hui and I have been consulting for half a day without a viable solution. Now, I’m afraid you’re the only one who can save him."

"Okay, stabilize the patient for now. I’ll be there in about two hours."

"Two hours? Mr. Ye, I’m afraid the patient can’t wait that long."

"Then do whatever it takes to keep him alive until then, understand?"

"Yes!"

After hanging up, Ye Fei hurried his wife and child into the car, and the three of them raced back.

On the way, Ye Fei drove as fast as lightning.

He arrived at the clinic a full half-hour earlier than expected.

"Where’s the critically ill patient?"

Ye Fei asked as soon as he entered. 𝕗𝕣𝐞𝐞𝘄𝐞𝚋𝚗𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗹.𝚌𝕠𝚖

"In the number one special care ward. Mr. Ye, another Divine Doctor has just arrived and is currently working with Wan Jing and Li Hui to resuscitate the patient."

"Another Divine Doctor?"

Ye Fei didn’t have time to ask further; after quick disinfection, he hurried to the number one special care ward.

Meanwhile, inside the special care ward.

An old gentleman with white hair and in tattered clothes, missing one arm, was fully concentrating on acupuncture for the critically ill patient.

With each needle inserted, beads of sweat would fall.

It was evident that the process was extremely draining.

Wan Jing and Li Mingzhen, both Divine Doctors, stood by, watching intently and sweating profusely, straining in effort alongside the old man.

"Renying!"

"Yunmen!"

"Qihu!"

"Taiyi!"

The old man quickly and precisely inserted four silver needles into these four acupuncture points.

These four needles nearly exhausted all of the old man’s strength, causing his body to shake uncontrollably.

Had it not been for the two nurses supporting him, he would have certainly fallen over.

When these four needles were inserted, both Wan Jing and Li Mingzhen were astounded on the spot.

"Shi...Shixiong! Is this the ’Reviving Seventy-Three Needles’ technique that has been lost for hundreds of years?"

"My god, how did you learn it, Shixiong? This is truly unbelievable!"

Before the two could express their amazement, they were chastised by the old man.

"Less talk! Saving the person comes first!"

"Yes! Yes!"

"We are still eight needles short. They are the most crucial and difficult step. Three needles must be inserted simultaneously into the Baihui point on the top of the head, and the Dazhui, Zhiyang, Zhongshu, Zhongji points on the back, as well as the Yongquan points on both feet to completely open the patient’s meridians."

"These eight needles must be inserted at exactly the same time, with even a 0.1-second discrepancy risking the patient’s life! Now I only have one arm, so at most I can handle two points. The remaining six points must be divided between the two of you, three each."

"Ah?!"

This posed a dilemma for the two revered doctors.

Although their acupuncture skills were impressive, achieving such precision in 0.1 second, while simultaneously targeting three major points, was indeed a daunting challenge.

Moreover, coordinating with the others made the possibility of error even greater.

This was nearly an impossible task to complete.

The old man immediately reprimanded them, "What ’Ah?’ If you don’t try, the child’s life is over! Quick!"

"Alright then."

With no other choice, the two braced themselves and stepped forward.

As the three were ready and the old man was about to count down to begin, Ye Fei suddenly shouted, "Wait!"

Striding forward, Ye Fei continued, "The last eight needles of ’Reviving Seventy-Three Needles’ are crucial. The discrepancy for the eight needles must be controlled within 0.01 seconds."

"Otherwise, even if the person is saved, they will suffer from pain for the rest of their life."

"Mr. Ye, you’re finally here!!"

The relief was palpable on the faces of the two Divine Doctors when they saw Ye Fei.

But the old man’s eyebrows furrowed deeply, "Young man, you seem well-informed, but perhaps too bold. I have practised acupuncture for seventy years, with both hands intact, and I could barely control four needles within a time frame of 0.1 seconds."

"Inserting eight needles with a 0.01-second margin is a fantasy. No one in the world can do it. To save a patient’s life is already an immense challenge, so let’s not talk about avoiding complications."

"Enough, enough, why bother arguing with a youngster? Wan Jing, Mingzhen, hurry up and start, don’t waste any more time!"

Just as the two Divine Doctors were about to speak,

Ye Fei had already charged forward.

Before everyone could react, Ye Fei, swift as lightning, grabbed the silver needles and circled around the resuscitation table.

Shush, shush, shush!

By the time they looked again.

The eight needles had already been precisely inserted in their respective acupuncture points.

Wan Jing was shocked, Li Mingzhen was stunned.

The old man stood dumbfounded, unable to believe his eyes.

He knew very well that the timing of these eight needles was absolutely within 0.01 seconds.

But how on earth did this young man do it?

It was simply beyond human!