Lionel Yeager did not say much, but quickly picked up four silver needles, one after another, and pierced them into the acupoints on the chart.
And every time he inserted a needle, it was extremely fast, with no pause in-between.
The onlookers couldn’t help but sneer.
When the previous experts of traditional medicine tried, they would think for a long time before inserting each needle.
But this kid, he didn’t think at all, it looked like he just randomly pierced a bunch of points.
After inserting the four needles,
Lionel Yeager clapped his hands and said with a smile, "Is it complete now?"
"If you can really complete the ’Qingnang Magic Needles,’ I’ll kneel down and call you grandfather!"
A medical hall attendant sarcastically said.
"Kid, if you really complete the ’Qingnang Magic Needles,’ I’ll worship you as my ancestor!"
A physician from the medical hall chimed in.
"Why is it always grandfather or ancestor? Am I that old?"
Lionel Yeager couldn’t help but shake his head with a wry smile, then turned and prepared to leave.
"Kid, wait!"
Mark Shriver stopped Lionel Yeager.
"Anything else?"
Lionel Yeager looked puzzled.
Mark Shriver said, "Since you’ve already tried inserting the needles, leave your contact information."
Actually, he didn’t want to take Lionel Yeager’s contact information.
After all, he never believed that this kid could complete the "Qingnang Nine Needles."
But his master had ordered that no matter who tries, they must leave their contact information.
"No need."
Lionel Yeager waved his hand, then left the medical hall directly.
The reason he wanted to complete the "Qingnang Magic Needles" was because he felt a connection with this acupuncture technique and wanted it to be passed on.
As for the prize money, he never even thought about it.
"I guess this kid is afraid of humiliation, so he doesn’t dare to leave his contact information!"
"Dr. Shriver, I think we should remove the needles to avoid upsetting Doctor Hodge when he sees them!"
The crowd began to chime in, asking Mark Shriver to remove the four silver needles Lionel Yeager had inserted.
Mark Shriver said, "Let’s just leave them be. When the master comes and tells us to remove them, it won’t be too late."
As he spoke, Mark Shriver carefully studied the four silver needles Lionel Yeager had inserted.
The other physicians also began to study them.
But no matter how they studied, they couldn’t understand.
So, everyone dismissed the matter, and they all dispersed.
After leaving the Hall of Divine Hands, Lionel Yeager put all the purchased medicinal materials in his storage ring, intending to return to the hotel.
Unfortunately, he still couldn’t find the remaining five medicinal materials needed to refine the Spirit Condensation Pill.
But that was expected since the materials needed to refine the Spirit Condensation Pill were extremely precious and difficult to come by.
After walking down a street,
Suddenly, there was a cry for help in the distance.
"Help! Help! Save my father!"
Lionel Yeager followed the sound and saw a crowd gathered around the entrance of a park not far away.
"What happened?"
Lionel Yeager muttered to himself before walking over.
Pushing through the crowd, he saw a middle-aged man holding an unconscious old man and crying out for help.
The old man’s face was pale, his breaths were short, and his body twitched from time to time.
Lionel Yeager could tell at a glance.
This old man had a sudden cerebral hemorrhage, which led to his unconsciousness.
"Is there anyone who can save my father, please help my father!"
The middle-aged man held the old man and pleaded hoarsely.
He turned to Mabel Hodge and said, "Mabel, can you tell what’s wrong with the old man?"
"Grandfather, you’re testing me again."
Mabel Hodge smiled sweetly and then raised her head and said, "This won’t be difficult! This old gentleman has suffered a cerebral hemorrhage!"
Hearing this, Lionel Yeager’s eyes flashed with admiration.
It seemed that this woman still had some skills going for her.
Traditional medicine places great importance on "inspection," "auscultation," "inquiry," and "palpation."
But with just the "inspection" alone, this woman was able to diagnose the old man’s illness, which indicated her medical skills were quite good.
As expected.
The middle-aged man was even more pleasantly surprised, and hurriedly said, "Miss Mabel, you were absolutely right! My father has indeed been suffering from cerebral hemorrhages, and he’s had an episode before!"
"No wonder she’s the little miracle doctor, Miss Mabel Hodge! She’s incredibly skilled to have diagnosed the old man’s illness with just a single glance!"
"Well, of course! Miss Mabel was personally taught by Doctor Hodge himself, how could she not be amazing!"
Everyone present looked at Mabel Hodge with admiration and affection.
Hearing the compliments, Mabel Hodge became even more pleased with herself, her little mouth curling upward slightly.
Malcom Hodge looked at Mabel Hodge indulgently and asked, "Do you know how to treat him?"
"Yes!"
Mabel Hodge nodded.
Malcom Hodge said, "You will treat him then."
"Yes, grandfather!"
Mabel Hodge complied. She then squatted down and took a white cloth package from her pocket.
In the package, there were rows of shiny silver needles, dazzling under the light.
Mabel Hodge said to the middle-aged man, "Sir, please unbutton the old man’s shirt."
"Alright!"
The middle-aged man nodded repeatedly and then unbuttoned the old man’s shirt, exposing his chest.
Immediately, Mabel Hodge skillfully picked up a silver needle with her slender hand and began to treat the old man with acupuncture.

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