Time Travel: My Comfortable Life After Going to the Countryside

Liu Xiangyang nodded: "Shall we start today?"

Director Qin paused for a moment, then smiled: "Just today?"

Liu Xiangyang nodded: "Yes, we'll do one session today so you can experience it, and then we'll do a second session next week."

Director Qin looked at Liu Xiangyang, then at Sun Famiao: "Old Sun, what do you think?"

Sun Famiao picked up his teacup, took a sip, confirmed with Liu Xiangyang, and then smacked his lips, saying, "Hmm, let's try an acupuncture today and see how it goes. I'll be watching over you."

Director Qin smiled and leaned back on the sofa: "Alright, then it's today. Young man, come on over. I'm entrusting this old body to you."

Liu Xiangyang took a step forward, but didn't rush to make a move.

"Director Qin, I need to make this clear to you beforehand. This injection will really hurt. You just said you're not afraid of pain, and I believe you, but the pain of this injection may be different from what you've experienced before."

Director Qin raised an eyebrow.

"How are they different?"

Liu Xiangyang thought for a moment: "When you had the shrapnel removed, the pain was like a knife cutting into flesh, it came on quickly and went away quickly. But this needle prick is like a dull knife pulling, it hurts for a long time, it will last for at least a minute."

As Director Qin listened, the smile on his face slowly faded. He looked at Liu Xiangyang and remained silent for two seconds before saying, "Young man, do you always speak so bluntly to your patients?"

Liu Xiangyang smiled and said, "It's good to be straightforward. You'll be prepared and have a clear understanding of the situation, which will allow me to act with peace of mind."

Director Qin paused for a moment, then burst into laughter: "Alright! Just because you said that makes me feel even more reassured!"

He unbuttoned his shirt, took it off, and tossed it to Secretary Wang, revealing his muscular physique: "Come on!"

Liu Xiangyang stepped forward and took a silver needle from Sun Famiao's needle case.

He didn't rush to insert the needle, but first pressed his fingers on Director Qin's back to find the right spot.

Director Qin's back was covered in rough skin, and there were hardly any good spots on his body. He was covered in scars, some deep and some shallow, all old wounds.

Liu Xiangyang scanned Director Qin's body with his mental energy, and the image of the shrapnel, about the size of a fingernail, appeared in his mind, pressing on several nerves. (This is just a made-up story) His finger stopped there and he asked, "Director Qin, is this the place?"

Director Qin didn't turn around, but simply hummed in response.

Liu Xiangyang picked up the silver needles, glanced at Sun Famiao, and Sun Famiao nodded at him.

Liu Xiangyang took a deep breath, inserted the needle, and the moment the needle tip pierced the skin, Director Qin's back muscles tensed up sharply.

He grunted, gritted his teeth, and clenched his fists.

"Bear with it, it'll be over soon." Liu Xiangyang continued to thrust downwards, using his disintegration ability to break off a corner of the shrapnel.

Director Qin's forehead began to sweat, and the muscles in his back kept trembling, but he endured it without making a sound.

Liu Xiangyang's hand was steady, and the needle continued to probe downwards.

"arrive."

Director Qin let out a long breath, his voice trembling slightly: "Young man, this... this is the pain you were talking about? It's not too bad." Director Qin said, his eyes wide.

Seeing his stubbornness, Liu Xiangyang suppressed a laugh and said, "Yes, it will hurt even more in the next minute, but it will be over after that."

Director Qin didn't speak, but clenched his fist. Secretary Wang took out a handkerchief to wipe the sweat from his forehead, and looked at Liu Xiangyang, asking, "Xiao Liu, is there any other way to relieve the pain?"

Seeing Director Qin clenching his teeth, Liu Xiangyang thought for a moment and said, "I'll give it a try." After saying that, he picked up another needle and inserted it into Director Qin's Fengchi acupoint.

"Hey, it really doesn't hurt that much anymore. Young man, your skills are really good. Old Sun, you taught me well." Director Qin's face was buried in the pillow, and his voice was a little muffled.

Sun Famiao, who was standing nearby with a teacup in his hand, put the teacup down on the table upon hearing this. "This isn't something I taught you."

Director Qin was stunned for a moment and wanted to turn his head to look at him, but Liu Xiangyang held him down: "Don't move, the needle is still in your mouth."

Director Qin had no choice but to remain lying down, his voice muffled from under the pillow: "You can't teach him? Isn't he your student?"

Sun Famiao walked over and stood beside Liu Xiangyang, watching his movements. "He is my student, that's true, but I didn't teach him this technique." He paused, then added, "He's only been learning from me for less than half a month."

Director Qin was stunned: "Half a month?"

Sun Famiao nodded: "This kid is a genius. He can memorize acupoints after reading them once, and he can learn techniques after seeing them once. There are some things that he understands as soon as I explain them, and he can figure them out on his own even without me explaining them."

He glanced at Liu Xiangyang and said, "I've taught students for decades and I've never seen anything like this."

Director Qin buried his face in his pillow, remained silent for a few seconds, then chuckled, "Old Sun, you've struck gold?"

Sun Famiao laughed and said, "I'm lucky. He was originally a village inspector, but the village's health worker got sick..."

Sun Famiao told Director Qin why Liu Xiangyang had come to participate in the barefoot doctor training. After listening, Director Qin raised his finger and pointed.

As Liu Xiangyang listened to their conversation, his hands continued their work, gently twisting the needle tip.

With his mental energy constantly activated, the edge of the small piece of shrapnel was gradually decomposing and being slowly absorbed by the surrounding tissue.

It really hurt, but after the needle was inserted into the Fengchi acupoint, Director Qin felt much better.

One minute later, Liu Xiangyang stopped.

He slowly removed the two needles and placed them on the tray.

"alright."

Director Qin let out a long breath, slowly sat up from the bed, stretched his back, and his expression changed.

"what?"

Sun Famiao looked at him: "Old Qin, how's it going?"

Director Qin stretched again, his eyes growing brighter: "It seems... I really do feel a bit lighter? Much more comfortable than before."

Liu Xiangyang smiled and said, "You'll feel a little something right after the acupuncture, but you'll be completely fine once the needles are finished."

Director Qin looked at him, his eyes holding something indescribable. He reached out and patted Liu Xiangyang heavily on the shoulder: "Liu Xiangyang, I'll just call you Xiangyang. You're quite skilled. Did you really teach yourself this?"

Liu Xiangyang smiled and said, "Teacher Sun, you flatter me. I learned everything from my master and Teacher Sun. Otherwise, how would I know this?"

Director Qin took the clothes handed to him by Secretary Wang and put them on, then looked at Liu Xiangyang and said, "Not arrogant or impatient, very good."

"Director, there's another meeting later..." Secretary Wang said softly.

"Okay, Lao Sun, Xiangyang, I'll come over next week."

After seeing Director Qin off, Sun Famiao and Liu Xiangyang returned to their room, put away the needles, and then went downstairs to the classroom.

Upon reaching the bottom of the stairs, Sun Famiao stopped, looked at him, and said, "Xiangyang, this matter must be kept confidential, otherwise it will have a negative impact."

"Teacher Sun, I know, I won't go around telling everyone," Liu Xiangyang said, following behind him.

"By the way, how did you determine the location of the shrapnel in Director Qin's body?"

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