90: Try acupuncture, do you know how to do this?

"Oh." Young Master Kang responded gloomily. How did this turn back to him?

"Xiao Ye, you said yesterday that you would wait for the right time to treat my old man. Is it possible now?" Secretary Kang finally got back to business.

Ye Lin looked at his watch. It was 9:30, about right. With a wave of his hand, he said, "Secretary Kang, please!"

Kang Dejun laughed heartily and led the way to the second floor. He was still a little excited. The nurse said this morning that the old man slept well last night and was in good spirits.

On the second floor, Kang Dejun was still lying on the hospital bed, but his complexion was much better compared to yesterday, and he seemed to have a little more energy.

Seeing people come in, Kang Dejun struggled to say something, but his mouth was still twisted, and no one could understand what he was saying.

Secretary Kang could only lean close to the bed, comforting his old father for a few words, telling him to relax. Only then did the old man calm down.

"Elder Kang looks good today," Chen Xiangyi said.

"I feel that Elder Kang's blood and qi are flowing much more smoothly than yesterday," Ye Dingguo echoed.

"Haha, the old man said yesterday that he felt much better after Xiao Ye's massage," Kang Dejun said with a smile.

After speaking, Kang Dejun looked at Ye Lin with anticipation, "Xiao Ye, can we start now?"

Ye Lin nodded and walked to Kang Dejun's side.

"Old man, I'll give you a massage in a bit. Just lie down. It's nothing, it'll be very comfortable, okay?"

The old man hummed twice and lay down obediently. This time, Ye Lin had the old man place a pillow under him and lie prone on the bed.

Ye Lin placed his hands on him, starting from the back of his neck and shoulders, following the acupuncture points upwards.

The system did not deceive me. Oh, no, the ancients did not deceive me. These acupuncture points really do have opening and closing times.

Yesterday afternoon, when Ye Lin pressed down, the energy at the acupuncture points was very low, and the pulse strength was very weak.

But when he pressed down today, he clearly felt a powerful energy. The difference between opening and closing was truly significant.

Ye Lin did not hesitate. He pressed down with both hands, following the frequency of the pulse, pressing repeatedly on the acupuncture points. Immediately, the strength of the pulse was enhanced.

What was originally just a trickling stream, after being pressed by Ye Lin, was like a pump had been added, and the water flow suddenly became rapid.

"He is pressing according to the heart's rhythm," Chen Xiangyi muttered to himself.

The people around him, who hadn't quite understood, only knew that Ye Lin was pressing. With his explanation, they immediately understood and secretly began counting.

Kang Dejun now felt much more at ease. At least Ye Lin really had some skills.

Young Master Kang's eyes were filled with nothing but admiration. He admired his father's foresight even more. If his father hadn't made him chase Ye Lin back yesterday, he wouldn't have been able to befriend such an amazing person.

And the one who felt it most deeply was the old man. With each press from Ye Lin, he felt a power continuously strengthening within him, a power wanting to break through, gathering before a dam. He believed that as long as the power was strong enough, it would surely clear the blocked blood vessels.

Ye Lin's entire focus was on his hands; he couldn't hear what was being said outside.

One, two, three times, a hundred times. He didn't know how many hundreds of times he had pressed on the acupuncture point. Feeling that the pulse's strength was sufficient, Ye Lin decisively moved to the next acupuncture point and continued.

Time passed bit by bit. Ye Lin had already pressed to the Baihui acupoint on the head. At this moment, Ye Lin was drenched in sweat. Even with his stamina bonus, this simple act of pressing hundreds or thousands of times made him extremely tired.

The strength of the pulse, under his repeated efforts, had gathered into a huge wave, constantly flushing the blood vessels, and the blocked areas slowly began to collapse.

"Mm... comfortable."

A faint sound came from the bed, from the old man who was lying prone.

"Dad, how are you?" Kang Dejun asked with concern.

The old man ignored him, just humming softly, his voice revealing an unprecedented sense of ease.

Ye Lin didn't stop, continuing to apply pressure to the pulse, but no matter how much he pressed, he always felt like it was just a little short of power.

Why was this? Ye Lin increased his strength and pressed hard. The pulse strengthened, but the old man below cried out "Ah" in pain.

"Dad, what's wrong?" Kang Dejun saw that the old man had improved a bit, so why did he suddenly start hurting?

"Ye Lin, pay attention to the strength. The old man is old and cannot withstand too much force," Ye Dingguo reminded him.

His grandson's technique, wherever he learned it, certainly had its miraculous aspects, but Ye Lin's medical experience was still insufficient. Different patients required different treatment methods.

Just like traditional Chinese medicine prescriptions, for the same illness in different people, experienced doctors would adjust and modify according to the situation. Only then could the medicine truly be effective.

"Xiao Ye, the old man won't be able to handle that much force with your massage. Why not try acupuncture?" Chen Xiangyi reminded him.

Although he and Ye Dingguo were at odds, as a doctor, he still put the patient first.

Both he and Ye Dingguo understood Ye Lin's treatment method: using his technique to stimulate the patient's blood vessel strength, flushing out blockages in the blood vessels to achieve unobstructed blood flow.

However, this was not easy, especially since the old man was already 90 years old. His body simply couldn't withstand Ye Lin's strong pressing. If he didn't apply force, the blood vessel's strength would be insufficient, so he suggested using acupuncture.

Ye Dingguo frowned. He had thought of acupuncture, but as far as he knew, Ye Lin probably wouldn't know how to do it.

Unexpectedly, when Ye Lin heard the word "acupuncture," he suddenly realized something and turned to Ye Dingguo, saying, "Grandpa, I remember you have needles in your medicine box."

"Yes, these are a set of gold needles that have been with me for decades," Ye Dingguo got up and took out the gold needles from his medicine box.

Ye Lin opened it and saw various gold needles of different lengths neatly arranged inside.

"Ye Lin, you can't just mess around with acupuncture. Why don't you let Grandpa do it, and you tell me how?" Ye Dingguo was a little worried.

Ye Lin smiled slightly at his grandfather, Ye Dingguo, and comforted him, "Don't worry, this small matter won't stump me."

The damn system had rewarded him with [Grandmaster-level Acupuncture].

With a needle in hand, a familiar sensation, as if he had known it for many years.

Ye Dingguo was about to say something, but Ye Lin had already plunged a needle down like lightning. Ye Dingguo was so startled his heart almost jumped out. This child, so impatient.

Unexpectedly, when Ye Lin inserted the needle, it was extremely stable, piercing precisely onto the acupuncture point.

Then Ye Lin took out three more needles and quickly inserted them.

Kang Dejun behind him couldn't help but swallow nervously. This was more nerve-wracking than seeing a doctor himself.