65: Thirteen Divine Needles!

Looking at the angry crowd all around. Listening to the deafening curses surrounding him.

Sun Huowang collapsed on the ground, his face deathly pale, his psychological defenses completely shattered.

"I... I'll speak! I'll tell you everything!"

"That 'qingyuan no. 1'... it's not some new type of serum at all, and it certainly can't cure rabies!"

"It's something I... concocted by mixing a few potent nerve inhibitors and hormones, along with a hallucinogenic alkaloid I got from the black market in South America!"

"It can forcibly suppress the nervous system and numb pain for six months to a year."

"But the virus isn't cleared at all. Once the drug wears off, or if there's strong stimulation..."

He glanced despairingly at the hospital bed. "It will be just like what happened a moment ago—the suppressed virus and the disordered nerve responses will strike back twofold!"

The entire venue was in an uproar!

"Beast! You're nothing but a beast!"

"Treating human lives as a joke! Just to scam money and fame?!"

"Call the police! Call the police immediately! This kind of scum must be severely punished by the law!"

...

The angry curses almost blew the roof off.

Several Old Experts were trembling with rage, wishing they could rush onto the stage.

Sun Huowang was scared out of his wits, crying and snotting all over himself as he faced Bai Wanqing.

"Madam Bai! Chairwoman Bai! I was wrong! I truly know I was wrong!"

"I'll return all the money! Every single cent will be returned to the group!"

"I beg you... please show mercy, don't send me to jail! I still have an elderly mother at home!"

He kowtowed like he was pounding garlic, his forehead turning red; he no longer had even a shred of a professor's demeanor.

Bai Wanqing remained expressionless.

"You know fear now?"

"When you were concocting fake medicine and cheating the world for fame, did you ever think about those patients who placed all their hope in you?"

"Your mother's life is a life, but other people's lives aren't?"

Sun Huowang was choked into silence, able only to plead incessantly: "I was possessed by a ghost! I'm not human! Madam Bai, please be magnanimous and spare me!"

However.

Before Bai Wanqing could respond, a calm voice clearly reached everyone's ears.

"Professor Sun, that was quite the performance."

"It's a pity..."

"You're still lying."

Everyone was stunned.

Their gazes turned in unison toward Ye Chen.

Sun Huowang looked up abruptly, panic flashing through his eyes, which then turned into grievance and anger: "You... what else do you want? I've already confessed! Are you trying to force me to my death?!"

Ye Chen slowly paced to in front of him and squatted down, looking him in the eye.

"Force you to your death? That's not necessary."

"I'm just curious..."

"You, an academic, even if you were blinded by greed, where would you get hallucinogenic alkaloids from the South American black market?"

"And how would you think to use such obscure stuff, combined with nerve inhibitors and hormones, to concoct a drug that could simulate a 'cure'?"

"This formula, this line of thinking... it doesn't seem like something an ordinary con artist could just dream up out of thin air."

"Someone instructed you from behind the scenes, didn't they?"

Ye Chen's gaze was like a torch.

That's right, Sun Huowang had confessed too readily.

Moreover...

Could he alone have deceived the eyes of Bai Wanqing and various other factions to produce such a realistic "miracle drug"?

Sun Huowang's pupils contracted suddenly, his face turning as white as paper.

But his reaction clearly showed he had been hit right on the mark!

The crowd below was in turmoil again.

"There's an accomplice?!"

"No wonder! I was just saying, how could he possibly pull the wool over everyone's eyes all by himself!"

"Speak! Who is the mastermind behind this?!"

Faced with the even more intense questioning, Sun Huowang's eyes darted around in fear, but he bit his lip tightly, not daring to utter another word.

The way he looked...

It was as if saying that name would be even more terrifying than going to prison.

Ye Chen stood up.

"If you won't say it, that's fine."

"However, Professor Sun, let me give you a reminder."

"The person behind you who could bring you both fame and fortune can also make you... die without a sound."

"With this matter blowing up so big today, do you think he will still protect you?"

"I'm afraid silencing you... would be the first option that comes to his mind, wouldn't it?"

This light sentence was like an ice pick, viciously gouging into Sun Huowang's heart.

He opened his eyes wide, and boundless fear instantly engulfed him.

That's right...

The matter was exposed, with everyone watching; he was definitely going to be discarded!

Sun Huowang went completely limp, his eyes unfocused, as if his soul had been sucked out.

"I'll speak... I'll tell you everything!"

"It's... it's Zheng Hu from the Tiangong Nightclub! He's the one who instructed me to do all of this!"

Once these words were out, the entire venue was in an uproar again!

Zheng Hu?

The big boss of the Xiamen City underworld?

How could he be involved with medical fraud?

Bai Wanqing's pupils constricted, and a cold light flashed in her beautiful eyes.

She was no stranger to Zheng Hu.

Some days ago, his godson, Chen Bo, had pestered her relentlessly, only to be coldly rejected.

Later, Chen Bo had actually threatened Ye Chen with a gun and was personally sent to the station by Shanshan.

Now it seemed...

That man's designs were significant.

Ye Chen also suddenly understood.

Jin Meiting had once mentioned that Zheng Hu had designs on Tianyao Group, and had even lied about introducing him to Bai Wanqing...

Now it seemed.

Zheng Hu had laid this trap well in advance.

First, he used Sun Huowang, an "academic star," to concoct an epoch-making "miracle drug," inducing Tianyao Group to invest heavily, thereby infiltrating or even controlling the group's core.

Once the fake drug was exposed, and the group faced a collapse of reputation, huge claims for damages, and even lawsuits, Zheng Hu could then swoop in and swallow this behemoth at a minimal cost!

What a brilliant move to pull the firewood from under the cauldron—killing without shedding blood!

"Zheng Hu promised me that after it was done, he would give me a huge reward and arrange for my whole family to go abroad..."

Sun Huowang sobbed uncontrollably, "I... I was possessed by a ghost, I'm not human..."

Bai Wanqing's face was covered in frost as she said coldly to the organizers: "Call the police immediately!"

"Yes!" An organizer jumped, hurriedly pulling out his phone.

However, right at this moment—

"Hah... hah hah!!!"

On the hospital bed, the restrained patient suddenly began to struggle violently again!

His eyes bulged, bloodshot and dense, a wheezing sound like a broken bellows came from his throat, white foam poured from the corners of his mouth, and his body arched and then straightened like a shrimp!

"Not good! Respiratory distress! Acute pulmonary edema!"

"Heart rate plummeted! Can't get a blood pressure reading!"

"Quick! Resuscitate! 1mg epinephrine, intravenous push!"

...

Several doctors with emergency experience rushed onto the stage, but the patient's condition took a sharp turn for the worse; conventional methods were of little use, his complexion turned from cyanotic to ashen, and his pupils began to dilate...

He was about to die!

Ye Chen's gaze tightened, his figure like lightning as he instantly flashed to the bedside.

"Move aside!"

He shouted in a low voice.

The surrounding doctors subconsciously backed away.

Silver light flashed between Ye Chen's fingers, and six Silver Needles, as if endowed with life, precisely pierced the patient's crown, chest, and vital points on his limbs.

Immediately after.

He pressed his fingers together like a sword, tapping three times in succession on the patient's shanzhong acupoint and qihai acupoint, then channeled his energy!

"Cough—!"

The patient's body shuddered violently, coughing up a large mouthful of black-red stagnant blood, and then that urgent, terrifying breathing miraculously calmed down.

The terrifying cyanosis on his face quickly faded, his ashen skin regained vitality, and his unfocused pupils gradually regained focus...

In just over ten seconds, a dying man had been forcibly dragged back from the gates of hell!

But this wasn't over yet.

Ye Chen pressed his hands lightly over the patient's head, closing his eyes and concentrating, as the Thirteen Needles of Gods and Ghosts from his inheritance quietly circulated.

Six Needles of Gods and Ghosts, Yama seeks medical treatment!

Thirteen edges, opening heaven and splitting earth!

This was the supreme method of the medical path.

Performing six needles could rescue a person from the line of death.

Performing thirteen needles, it was said, could even bring the dead back to life and regrow flesh on bones.

With Ye Chen's current cultivation, he could perform at most six needles; anything more would be defying the heavens, which he could not withstand!

But six needles were enough!

Others only saw the patient's body heating up slightly, exuding a layer of fine, dark-gray sweat that carried a faint, fishy stench.

That was the forcibly expelled virus and drug residue!

About three minutes later, Ye Chen withdrew his hands and removed the needles.

"I... what happened to me?"

The patient opened his eyes, looking around blankly, "Did I faint again?"

Ye Chen patted him on the shoulder, spouting nonsense with a straight face.

"Nothing major, brother."

"It's just that the illness and drug toxins in your body were blocking things up too badly, so I helped you clear them out, letting them go along with..."

"Your butt's exhaust."

"It's just that it came out too violently, and you didn't catch your breath, almost knocking yourself out."

The patient: "???"

His face went pale, and he grabbed the bedsheet tightly: "Bro... brother! Don't! Don't let me release anymore! If I release any more, I'm afraid I'll blow myself away! I still want to live!"

"Pfft—"

A few young researchers couldn't help but laugh out loud, then quickly covered their mouths.

But more people were shocked!

Incomparable shock!

Just now... what happened?

That rabies patient, who had been tortured by fake medicine until he was on his last breath and on the verge of death, was just like that, with Ye Chen using a few Silver Needles and a few taps...

Saved?

And looking at his rosy complexion, steady breathing, and clear-headed appearance...

He was clearly better!

This was no longer just superb medical skills; it was simply...

Miraculous!

"Mr. Ye..."

An Old Expert with graying hair stepped forward tremblingly, too excited to speak coherently.

"The technique you used just now... could it be the long-lost 'Yama Needles'? No... that's not right!"

"The technique looks similar but isn't quite the same, yet the effect... is simply incredible!"

"Dare I ask... who is your master?"