Strongest Medical Saint

As Wang Wenhe went to bring in the third patient,

Pang Nianda had the second female patient take a seat to the side.

At this moment, the gazes of Qiu Baixing and the other two elders never left Shen Feng, for the skills displayed by this young man just now had completely surpassed them.

The later waves of the Yangtze River push the former ones, with the earlier waves dying on the shore. Qiu Baixing and the others wanted to struggle before they met their demise.

Soon, the third patient was brought in by Wang Wenhe.

The third patient was a tall and thin woman using a crutch on her left side; it seemed that her left foot was problematic.

The tall and thin woman took a seat in the chair in front of Shen Feng.

This time, Qiu Baixing and the others didn't speak; they wanted to see Shen Feng give up, facing difficulty.

The left ankle of the tall and thin woman was severely dislocated, but strangely, the bones had not fractured.

Such a degree of dislocation was very rare; simply relying on bone-setting techniques was insufficient to restore it. Should one forcibly conduct bone-setting, the patient's ankle bones might truly break, which would only cause the patient to endure even greater pain.

Pang Nianda and the others believed that in this case, surgery was the only option to reposition the patient's bones.

Shen Feng had the tall and thin woman's left leg lifted, and without much needless talk and after channeling spiritual energy into the silver needles, he directly inserted them into her ankle.

Again, only three needles.

After these three needles were inserted, the tall and thin woman felt no sensation at all in her left ankle.

Just at that moment,

Shen Feng grasped her ankle and swiftly maneuvered it as spiritual energy continuously emanated from his palm.

There was a crack.

Shen Feng promptly pulled out the three silver needles and said, "Get up and walk a few steps to try it out!"

From the beginning, the tall and thin woman's ankle had been completely numb. Did he mean that her ankle was treated?

Filled with doubt, the tall and thin woman stood up leaning on her crutch, tried to twist her left ankle, and found it moving smoothly without a trace of pain.

She put the crutch aside and took several steps around the room, even hopping in place a few times. She couldn't feel anything wrong with her left ankle. Her severely dislocated ankle, which supposedly required surgery to fix, had been treated so simply?

When Qiu Baixing, Pang Nianda, and Ding Yuenian saw the tall and thin woman moving freely, they almost choked on their saliva, gaping wide-mouthed for a long time, unable to say a word, their eyes fixed on Shen Feng as the muscles around their mouths twitched uncontrollably.

What was this? What in the world was this? Could the examination even proceed properly?

In a sense, the treatment just now really involved only three needles. Shen Sanzhen, Shen Sanzhen! Could he not use just a couple more needles?

Qiu Baixing and the others were fuming and glaring, now utterly determined to outdo Shen Feng. The younger generation was too formidable, leaving them, the older generation, dazed and disoriented. They felt this young man was being too disrespectful, knowing full well their advanced age, couldn't he allow them some pride?

Wang Wenhe trembled all over, witnessing such a level of medical skill; he was thoroughly exhilarated, basking in self-adulation as though he were the first to discover gold.

After her initial surprise, the tall and thin woman repeatedly bowed in gratitude to Shen Feng. She had inquired about her condition from Qiu Baixing and the others, who mentioned surgery. Weren't they the formidable figures of the Huaxia country's medical circle? In her view, these so-called formidable figures didn't even qualify to carry Shen Feng's shoes.

When Qiu Baixing and the others saw the disdainful look the tall and thin woman gave them, they nearly spat blood in anger.

What sort of look was that? Their medical expertise was genuine. It wasn't that their skill was inadequate; it was that this youngster's skill was too formidable. They hadn't offended anyone, and yet they ended up being looked down upon.

With a rather unpleasant expression, Ding Yuenian had the tall and thin woman take a seat to the side.

The three old men still felt more joy than frustration. After calming himself, Qiu Baixing said, "Young man, even if you want to treat them, can you use a couple more needles? For the sake of our age, do you need to shock us like this?"

Then, he turned to Wang Wenhe and said, "Bring the remaining two patients in together!"

The fourth patient was a well-built middle-aged man, and the fifth patient was a man in his sixties.

After they entered the room, they each took a seat in front of Shen Feng.

The well-built man's right arm hung limply by his side, his arm muscles showing a severe trend of atrophy.

The other man, in his sixties, appeared to be dazed and sat silently in his chair without uttering a word.

The well-built man indeed suffered from severe muscle atrophy in his right arm, which would completely lose functionality if the condition continued, and if the atrophy spread to other parts of his body, the consequences would be unthinkable.

According to Qiu Baixing and the others' diagnosis, this atrophy was severe and could only be stabilized with treatment before proceeding to rehabilitation.

As for the man in his sixties, he had suffered a serious blow to the head and afterward, had been in a state of amnesia, only remembering things from before he was fifteen.

Patients with this kind of amnesia were hard to treat, and there was no estimated time for when their memories might recover.

After sensing the conditions of the two patients, Shen Feng found that the former had continuously dying muscles while the latter had a decaying brain.

It could be said both were in a state of necrosis.

In the Immortal Realm, there was a needle technique known as the Thunderstroke Needle Technique.

This technique could instantly activate bodily functions that were necrotic, but similarly, it was more effective on ordinary people.

Under the watchful eyes of Qiu Baixing and the others, Shen Feng said, "Alright, this time I will use two more needles!"

Upon hearing this, Qiu Baixing and the others were slightly taken aback. Could it be that Shen Feng could heal these two patients just with silver needles, without the need for such showmanship? Continue your journey on My Virtual Library Empire

While they were pondering this,

Shen Feng had already started to move his fingers holding the silver needles.

With both hands holding needles simultaneously, he swiftly inserted the needle in his left hand into the old man's head and the needle in his right hand into the well-built man's atrophied arm muscles.

He inserted five needles into each of them.

Each silver needle trembled vigorously, Shen Feng's left hand hovered above the old man's head, while his right hand was placed over the well-built man's atrophied muscles.

Spiritual Energy was emanating from his palms through the air.

The sound of the silver needles produced a piercing noise like metal scraping a table.

Immediately after,

A phantom of lightning appeared above the old man's head, and another lightning phantom emerged above the muscles of the well-built man's atrophied right arm.

"Boom! Boom!—"

Even Qiu Baixing and the others seemed to faintly hear the sound of thunder, witnessing the well-built man's muscles regaining their form, and the old man's gaze becoming spirited, they felt as though they could hardly breathe, their throats turned dry, and they kept swallowing saliva.

What kind of needle technique was this?

This time, Shen Feng had indeed used two extra needles, but it still wasn't as simple as the initial three needles!

Inserting five needles had created such an extraordinary phenomenon, was he intentionally trying to scare the three of them senseless?