Cannon Fodder in an Era Drama — I Survive with Acting-Chapter 109: Too Amazing

She then explained to everyone present. 𝘧𝓇𝑒𝑒𝑤ℯ𝑏𝓃𝘰𝑣ℯ𝘭.𝘤ℴ𝘮

"Qingya, do you remember the acupoints you pressed on my husband the other day? I went home and tried massaging them the way you taught me. As a result, his sleep quality that night was excellent—he didn’t even wake up once! I thought your method was fantastic. Since it was so effective, I figured we might as well get a doctor to take a look. I asked my cousin to recommend someone who specializes in acupuncture."

Wen Xinglu stood to the side, smiling as she added an introduction.

"This is Doctor Yang Shang. He may be young, but he has an excellent reputation. I hear he’s an expert in traditional medicine, with remarkable achievements in acupuncture especially!"

At that moment, the young Yang Shang had already walked over to Old Luo’s side. He bent down to carefully examine the previously marked acupoints.

"These points... did you really mark them yourself?"

he asked, his voice filled with excitement and his eyes wide with surprise.

"They’re astonishingly consistent with the methods my master used to talk about when he was alive! It’s incredible!"

He continued, "And this particular acupoint is selected with such precision. I’d never realized how important it was. Applying a needle here could regulate liver function far more effectively, helping to alleviate the body’s long-standing internal stagnation."

The more Yang Shang studied the points, the more excited he became.

The expression on his face grew brighter and brighter.

"May I ask which school of thought you studied under?"

Finally, he couldn’t help but look up and ask for her guidance.

Faced with this sudden praise, however, Song Qingya remained remarkably calm and composed.

"To be honest, I’ve never studied under a master or received any formal professional training. I’m just interested in the subject and enjoy reading medical books about it in my spare time."

’What does she mean, "just picked it up out of interest"? That’s just absurd, isn’t it? For a self-taught beginner who’s only been at it for a short while to grasp the body’s acupoints with such accuracy and propose a clear, effective treatment plan... that level of insight and talent is simply astounding. She’s practically a natural-born prodigy!’

"Then we’ll be counting on you, Doctor Yang."

she requested cautiously, stepping forward.

"Please perform acupuncture on my husband. Thank you for your trouble."

After listening, Yang Shang nodded and quickly opened the small leather needle case he carried with him.

Then, following the key acupoints Song Qingya had indicated earlier, he carefully inserted the silver needles one by one.

About a quarter of an hour passed in silence.

The room was completely quiet.

Suddenly, a low groan was heard from Old Luo on the bed.

"HSSS—"

Noticing something was wrong, Yang Yingzi immediately turned and asked with concern, "What’s happening?"

"The effects won’t be immediate. We have to observe him slowly."

Yang Shang said, carefully putting away his acupuncture kit.

He glanced at Luo Fuman lying on the bed, then looked around at the others in the room.

A moment later, he prepared to stand up and leave, his movements slow and deliberate.

But just then, Song Qingya suddenly spoke up, softly stopping him.

"Doctor Yang, wait a moment. I have an idea, but I’m not sure if it’s feasible..."

She paused, her tone serious.

"I think we could also prick his fingertip to let out some stagnant blood. Do you think that would work?"

"That... seems possible."

Yang Shang was slightly taken aback, but then he nodded.

He sat back down and took a small, fine silver needle from his kit.

Song Qingya said no more, simply asking Yang Shang to take Luo Fuman’s pulse again first.

After a moment, she pointed to an acupoint on one of his fingers and said slowly, "This area has many key acupoints on the hand, as you surely know better than I. If you’re willing to try, just insert the needle at this spot. A gentle prick to the skin is enough to let out some of the stagnant blood. It might be more effective."

After listening, Yang Shang hesitated for a few seconds, a thoughtful look flashing in his eyes.

But he quickly made up his mind and nodded slowly. "Alright, let’s give it a try."

The instant the needle pierced the skin,

a few drops of dark blood slowly seeped from Luo Fuman’s fingertip.

A few seconds later, everyone was surprised to see that color was beginning to return to Old Luo’s previously pale cheeks.

"Whoa! My body feels so much lighter! That heavy feeling from before is gone!"

Luo Fuman couldn’t help but exclaim in amazement.

"Qingya, you’re amazing! I feel better already! I’m completely convinced!"

Song Qingya smiled faintly and waved her hand. "It’s not that amazing, Brother Luo. There’s a medical basis for this; it’s not some kind of mysterious art. Traditional Chinese medicine emphasizes clearing the meridians and promoting blood circulation to remove stasis. What we just did was simply part of a holistic treatment approach."

Luo Fuman scratched his head in embarrassment and said repeatedly, "I was wrong, I was wrong. I’ll never spout such nonsense again. I shouldn’t have called what you do feudal superstition. This is real skill!"

As his mood lifted, the color returned to his face as well.

His body had only just started to feel a little better, but Luo Fuman’s spirits were already soaring.

He looked at everyone cheerfully and said, "Our Qingya is the one with real talent! You’re just so incredible. Xiao Fei is truly blessed to have married a wife like you!"

Seeing her husband gradually regain his vitality, Yang Yingzi was overcome with emotion and burst into tears.

She tightly gripped both Yang Shang’s and Song Qingya’s hands, thanking them over and over.

"Thank you! Thank you both so much! If you hadn’t come in time, I really don’t know what I would have done!"

Yang Shang was a little taken aback by her actions.

He scratched the back of his head, embarrassed, and mumbled, "You’re welcome. It’s my job."

’It’s not like I did anything, though. I just placed a few needles where Song Qingya pointed. Those needle placements seemed ordinary, but they actually involved extremely precise technique. Even the most crucial part—the one on the finger—was only done after she reminded me. I’m just an ordinary medical student. I’m still too inexperienced to have much say in a case of this level.’

He walked up to Song Qingya somewhat awkwardly, hesitated for a moment, and finally spoke. "Hello, could I get your contact information? It would be convenient to ask for your guidance if I run into problems in the future."

Before he could even finish speaking, Fei Jin, who was standing to the side, impassively blocked him.

He took a small step forward, positioning himself directly between the two of them.

"That’s not appropriate."

"Whoa, that’s not what I meant!"

Yang Shang quickly waved his hands, trying to explain.

"I genuinely just want to discuss acupuncture with her! I have no other intentions. Please, don’t misunderstand!"

he added hastily.

The man in front of him was tall and imposing.

It was obvious at a glance that he wasn’t an ordinary person.

Yang Shang’s confidence faltered. He muttered to himself, ’No matter how brave I am, I wouldn’t dare try anything funny in this situation.’