My husband Can Cultivate

Chapter 595: Looking down on others!

"Get a basin!" Yang Qi said suddenly.

Liao Fusheng quickly brought over a clean basin.

The next moment, Hong Mei opened her mouth and spat out blood—black blood.

Liao Fusheng watched, incredibly worried. She’s spitting up so much blood! Hong Mei was already so weak... after losing this much blood, surely nothing terrible will happen, right?

However, his trust in Yang Qi kept him from voicing his concerns.

But Zhang Biao was a different story. The man couldn’t wait for Yang Qi to be discredited, so he started shouting, "Look, she’s spitting up blood! Yang Qi, you bastard, you really are a fraud! What have you done to Sister-in-Law Hong Mei?"

"Sister-in-Law Hong Mei was already weak, and you made her spit up all that blood! You quack! You Jianghu swindler!"

"Liao Fusheng, call the police! Call the police right now!"

"Get this son of a bitch thrown in jail!"

Tong Shan remained silent.

Tong Wu, on the other hand, looked relieved. "See, Dad? Now you see it, right? All that acupuncture nonsense is just archaic trash, pure superstition. It nearly killed Mom!"

"You don’t know jack!" Tong Shan glared at Tong Wu. "I told you, you’ve been brainwashed by Western ideas! You don’t understand a thing. Didn’t you see the blood she spat up was black?"

"Hong Mei, how do you feel?" Liao Fusheng asked, his voice filled with concern.

Hong Mei smiled. "Relieved. More relieved than I’ve ever felt before. My legs and feet aren’t numb anymore, and the old headaches are gone. I’ve honestly never felt this good."

Liao Fusheng was stunned. For days on end, Hong Mei had been in constant pain, crying out in agony. It was nearly unbearable, which was precisely why she had wanted to end her own life.

And now, today, she was saying she felt good? That the pain was gone? What kind of Medical Skills could be so miraculous?

"Impossible!" Zhang Biao’s eyes widened. "It must be an illusion! I heard the doctors say your symptoms couldn’t even be alleviated, let alone cured! You were supposed to die, and in agony! How can you not be in pain?!"

"Don’t you lie through your teeth just to cover for this fraud!"

Hong Mei stood up and walked a full circle around the hall, laughing. "See? I couldn’t do this before. Just walking made me tremble. But look at me now—walking in circles is no problem at all! This feeling... it’s just incredible. Brother Yang, what’s happening? Am I actually cured? Or is this just a dying flash of health?"

Yang Qi smiled. "A dying flash of health would make you feel relaxed, but your symptoms wouldn’t actually improve. You are genuinely getting better! But you aren’t completely cured. I’d say you’re about halfway there."

"I originally thought that treatment with the Silver Needle would take a week for a full recovery. But after switching to the Golden Needle Acupoint technique, it’s a completely different situation. One more session should be enough."

"I can’t clearly explain the specific principles to you, but you can go to the hospital for a check-up. That should tell you everything you need to know."

The treatment process was extremely complex. It required using Spiritual Power to clear blood vessels and treat the afflicted areas. What looked simple was actually incredibly complicated to explain. Any mistake during the procedure could have led to a catastrophe. Therefore, it was pointless to explain. Even if he did, they wouldn’t understand.

Simple acupuncture could never achieve this result. However, acupuncture combined with his Spiritual Power was another matter entirely.

Hong Mei jumped for joy, discovering she felt perfectly fine. She never would have dared to jump before, as it would have made her faint for sure.

"Fusheng, I’m really cured! Truly cured!" Hong Mei cried, throwing herself into Liao Fusheng’s arms.

Although she had prepared for death, no one truly wants to die. After all, death is the end of everything, and she desperately wanted to spend more time with her husband.

"See? You morons! I told you he was a Divine Doctor," Tong Shan said gruffly.

Tong Wu’s eyes practically bulged from their sockets. In that instant, his entire worldview shattered. He had never believed in National Medicine, always dismissing it as feudal superstition. But now... he was at a complete loss for words.

"Divine Doctor Yang, please save my mother!" Tong Wu couldn’t help but cry out.

Yang Qi didn’t even glance at him. "Did you not understand what I said earlier?" he stated flatly. "I only treat those who trust me. Since you don’t believe in me, why should I treat your mother? What are you to me?"

Tong Wu’s face flushed with embarrassment.

Tong Shan quickly interjected, "This bastard son of mine is an ignorant fool, but I’ve always believed in you, Divine Doctor Yang! Please, I beg you, you must treat my wife."

Yang Qi frowned. "Chairman Tong, I understand how you feel. So, out of respect for you, I can treat your wife. But not today."

"Your wife’s condition was originally quite mild. I could have treated her in a single session without using much energy."

"But your son refused. Treating Sister-in-Law Hong Mei has taken a great deal out of me, and I’m very weak right now. I don’t have the strength to treat your wife. We can discuss it again after I’ve recovered."

SLAP!

The chairman struck his son across the face. "You bastard! This is all your fault for offending Divine Doctor Yang!"

He was a smart man. He knew Yang Qi was deliberately making things difficult for them, but he had no choice but to endure it. What else could he do? Yang Qi was clearly no ordinary person. If they offended him further, they might lose the chance for treatment altogether. So, he had to endure.

"Are you not going to kneel?" Tong Shan demanded angrily.

Tong Wu gritted his teeth. He was a somebody in Sea City. How could he possibly kneel to Yang Qi?

"You won’t even kneel for your own mother’s sake?" Tong Shan roared.

Finally, Tong Wu knelt before Yang Qi. "Divine Doctor Yang, I was blind. It was my fault for being arrogant and looking down on you. I never should have doubted you. Please, on account of my filial piety, help me... help my mother."

"Her condition may not be as severe as Hong Mei’s, but she’s in unbearable pain every single day. Please, have mercy. We will be grateful for your kindness for the rest of our lives!"

Yang Qi gave Tong Wu a sidelong glance and sighed. "What can I say? I’m a soft-hearted person. Seeing your devotion to your mother, I’ll agree to treat her. However, let me be clear: I’m still furious about what you said earlier. Therefore, I will only treat her if you can provide two types of century-old Medicinal Herbs as my fee."

"That’s no problem! No problem at all!" Tong Wu exclaimed. "I’m in charge of medicinal materials for the Chamber of Commerce. That’s easy. I’ll have someone prepare them right away."

"Fine. I’ll take you at your word," Yang Qi said. "Have the old lady sit here. Can she sit up straight on her own?"

"Yes, but it’s a bit uncomfortable," the old woman replied.

"Don’t worry. That discomfort will be gone soon."

The second treatment was even smoother for Yang Qi. He used the Golden Needle Acupoint technique again, but with only half the needles he had used on Hong Mei. The procedure was also much faster. This was partly due to his growing familiarity with the technique and partly because the old woman’s illness was indeed less severe.