The Imperial Spirit Needle doesn’t need any sterilization process because it is naturally non-toxic; bacteria, viruses, or any microorganisms simply can’t stick to it.

This statement isn’t exaggerated at all. Even if Hua Dongxu uses alcohol for sterilization, the alcohol wouldn’t stick to it either.

In no time, Hua Dongxu’s acupuncture was finished.

It’s winter now, so Hua Dongxu didn’t have Meng Nan take off his clothes, just did a blind stab like this. This is a skilled task, but for Hua Dongxu, it’s nothing difficult.

That said, Hua Dongxu’s acupuncture technique looked quite cool, and his smooth, flowing actions even garnered him a group of ’appearance fans’. However, they hadn’t even got enough of a glimpse when the acupuncture session ended.

He only treated the Zhigou, Zhaohai, Zusanli, Yangling, and Taibai acupoints, and it was done very quickly; after all, constipation isn’t that big of an illness.

Hua Dongxu didn’t plan to completely cure Meng Nan’s liver disease on the spot using H Medicine in just a few minutes; that’s simply unrealistic.

Besides, curing a case of constipation is enough; it’s certainly better than Zhao Xuefeng. If it were him, facing insomnia and stomach issues all at once would be truly overwhelming.

These two diseases aren’t singular; there’s some connection between them. Lack of sleep leads to low spirits, and when you’re not in good spirits, how can you have an appetite? Poor eating habits can naturally lead to stomach problems.

Conversely, having stomach issues causes stomach pain, and the discomfort of stomach pain makes it difficult to sleep well.

It’s a vicious cycle.

So, Hua Dongxu just glanced twice in Zhao Xuefeng’s direction and found he was just massaging the temples of a patient named Chu Tian, and it lasted for several minutes.

Hua Dongxu kept a neutral expression, but he was bursting with joy inside. If massaging the temples could really help, then insomnia wouldn’t trouble so many people.

Thus, he stopped paying attention to Zhao Xuefeng and focused on massaging the points on Meng Nan a bit.

Meng Nan initially sat there looking very relaxed, but within five seconds, his expression turned somewhat strange. First, he frowned, then the frown deepened, and finally, his face was filled with pain.

"Mr. Hua, please stop pressing, I can feel something happening in my stomach," Meng Nan said somewhat awkwardly. His slightly embarrassed expression immediately caused an uproarious laugh from the audience.

"Oh? So you can feel it? That’s nice, if you can’t hold it..."

"Pfft~"

Before Hua Dongxu could finish speaking, Meng Nan couldn’t hold it and let out a fart. And it was quite distinctive, shifting from a low, harsh whine to a high-pitched crescendo, twisting and turning all the while, almost turning Hua Dongxu’s expression sour.

"Hahaha..."

"Is this guy here to make us laugh?"

Evidently, the sound was picked up by the mics for the audience to hear, and they burst into laughter, holding their stomachs and rocking back and forth.

It was their first time seeing someone let out such a personalized fart in such a formal setting!

Lin Tian was also quite impressed with this young guy; who knew Meng Nan had some musical talent.

The most uncomfortable person had to be Mr. Hua Dongxu; his expression was extremely peculiar, frowning and closing his eyes as if enduring something.

At this moment, an ancient saying from the Celestial Dragon Continent flashed in Hua Dongxu’s mind: Loud farts aren’t smelly, smelly farts aren’t loud.

This guy, the fart was so loud, yet how could the smell be equally proportional to the sound?

It was utterly unbearable!

But the only thing that made him happy was that the fart proved his treatment was quite effective.

"Uh... everyone, please stop laughing," Meng Nan said awkwardly, "I really can’t hold it any longer; I’m off now."

With that, amidst the laughter, he ran off stage, still faintly yelling, "Can someone tell me where the bathroom is?"

The fart Meng Nan let out was indeed foul; without any wind, Lin Tian could smell that odor spreading. However, holding one’s breath was easier for him than drinking water.

With Meng Nan gone, the focus of the audience naturally turned to Zhao Xuefeng, who was still on stage.

Zhao Xuefeng and Chu Tian seemed completely unaffected by the stench or the audience’s amusement.

Zhao Xuefeng remained behind Chu Tian, gently massaging her temples.

Not only did the audience not understand, but even Hua Dongxu didn’t know why Zhao Xuefeng was doing this. The temples are major acupoints, but is it really necessary to press them like that?

Suddenly, everyone witnessed an unbelievable scene. Chu Tian, who had been suffering from insomnia and relying on sleeping pills, appeared drowsy, nodding off in her chair.

At this moment, Zhao Xuefeng stopped massaging the temples. Then, he gently inserted two needles at the acupoints in front of her stomach. After removing the needles, he took a long, relieved breath.

Suddenly, Chu Tian, who was dozing off in her chair, started to tilt and nearly fell off. Zhao Xuefeng quickly caught her in time, helping her back into the chair, with such cautious care as if he were her own father.

Many girls in the audience let out shrieks of excitement, believing Zhao Xuefeng looked incredibly cool at that moment!

Hearing their screams, Zhao Xuefeng put a finger to his lips, signaling for silence. "Shh~"

The screaming stopped instantly, and the noisy audience gradually quieted down, like there was nobody on those chairs.

In fact, many of the girls were holding back their screams; today’s dean was just too cool!

Lin Tian called over two female staff members to carry Chu Tian off in a stretcher to a quieter place for some rest. During this time, Chu Tian slept peacefully, once again proving Zhao Xuefeng’s ability.

Watching in a bit of a daze, Hua Dongxu truly hadn’t expected insomnia to be so easily managed in Zhao Xuefeng’s hands?

Both on-site guests had already exited the stage, leaving two people awaiting results.

Lin Tian said, "Both teachers, please come to my side."

The three gathered again, Lin Tian smiled and said, "Mr. Hua, your treatment ended quite early, so why don’t you tell us about the situation first?"

The smell left by Meng Nan had mostly dissipated by now, yet Hua Dongxu couldn’t manage a smile because... he felt like he had lost again.

This Zhao Xuefeng had once again surprised everyone.

"There’s actually not much to say. As everyone saw, Meng Nan’s constipation problem is resolved. But as for his liver disease, it requires slow attention; I can’t cure it on the spot."

Lin Tian then asked, "And Mr. Zhao, what’s the situation on your side?"

Zhao Xuefeng smiled and said, "It’s as everyone saw, Chu Tian’s insomnia has significantly improved, and her gastritis also saw progress. I believe after a good sleep, she’ll have a hearty meal. Of course, what I’m saying is improvement; some habits need to be cultivated over time. A disease may come like a landslide, but it’ll go as if unraveling silk. I can’t treat it both symptomatically and fundamentally all at once, so I hope everyone will pay attention regularly."