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The first acupuncture point is Baihui (GV20).

The second acupuncture point is Fengchi (GB20).

The third acupuncture point is Dazhui (GV14).

These three needles protect the brain and prevent further bleeding.

The fourth acupuncture point is Quchi (LI11).

The fifth needle is applied to the Hegu acupoint.

The sixth needle, Taichong point.

The seventh acupuncture point is Zusanli (ST36).

After inserting seven silver needles, Chen Mo flicked the ends of the needles, causing them to emit a faint buzzing sound.

As the acupuncture was administered.

Qin Shouye's complexion subtly changed; the purplish-black color was gradually fading, replaced by a hint of blood.

Obvious.

The situation is improving!

Chen Mo continued acupuncture for another half hour, and Old Qin's breathing gradually stabilized.

The rise and fall of his chest decreased, and the unequal size of his pupils completely returned to normal.

"Old Qin's life has been saved, the bleeding has stopped, and most of the hematoma has been absorbed."

Chen Mo said, "After a few more acupuncture treatments and some medicine, there shouldn't be any lasting effects!"

"Thank you, Mr. Chen! Thank you, Mr. Chen!" Qin Wanqing said excitedly, expressing her gratitude repeatedly.

Just then, hurried footsteps came from the doorway again.

Two middle-aged men rushed in one after the other.

The man in front was in his early fifties, with a square face, thick eyebrows, and big eyes, and bore a resemblance to Qin Huimin.

Qin Jianguo!

Qin Huimin's father, Qin Shouye's eldest son.

The man behind him was about forty-seven or forty-eight years old, tall and thin, wearing glasses, and had a refined and scholarly air.

Qin Jianjun!

Qin Wanqing's father, Qin Shouye's youngest son.

As soon as the two entered the room, they saw Qin Huimin with his face covered in blood, and their expressions changed instantly.

"Huimin! What's wrong?"

Qin Jianguo was both anxious and angry: "Who hit you? By the way, how is your grandfather?"

Qin Huimin just called to tell him that the old man had an accident and that he himself had been beaten, and that he should come back immediately.

Qin Jianguo dared not delay and rushed back without paying attention to his work.

On the way, I took the opportunity to inform my second brother, Qin Jianjun.

Qin Huimin covered his face, pointed at Chen Mo, and said angrily:

"Dad! It was him! He hit Grandpa, and Grandpa was so angry he had a brain hemorrhage. He even hit me!"

"He won't let us call an ambulance; he's trying to kill Grandpa!"

Qin Jianguo suddenly turned his head, glaring at Chen Mo with eyes that seemed to spit fire:

"Who are you? Who gave you permission to be here? Someone! Call the police! Arrest him!"

Seeing this, Qin Wanqing quickly said, "Uncle, that's not true. Mr. Chen didn't hit anyone; he saved Grandpa!"

Qin Jianjun frowned: "Wanqing, what exactly happened? Explain yourself!"

Qin Wanqing briefly explained the whole story.

The eldest brother switched the antiques, which angered the grandfather. Chen Mo came to the rescue, and Qin Huimin was slapped by Chen Mo for trying to stop him.

Qin Jianjun's expression grew increasingly grim. Looking at Qin Huimin, whose face was covered in blood, and then at Chen Mo, he spoke:

"Brother, let Mr. Chen continue his treatment!"

Qin Jianguo glared at his younger brother: "Jianjun, are you crazy? You really believe Wanqing's words and let an outsider treat Dad's illness? What if something goes wrong?"

Qin Huimin covered his face, excitedly saying, "Second Uncle, you can't believe the one-sided story from the late Qing Dynasty! Everything I'm saying is true!"

"Wanqing is lying! He really did hit me and Grandpa, and now he's trying to kill Grandpa!"

"Call the police and have him arrested right away, send him to jail!"

Qin Jianjun glared at his nephew: "If I don't trust Wanqing, why would I trust you?"

"Everyone in the family knows you're a gambling addict. How many times have you traded fakes for antiques before?"

Upon hearing this, Qin Jianguo became completely enraged, pointing his finger at Qin Jianjun and shouting angrily:

"Qin Jianjun, how can you talk about your nephew like that?"

"Although Huimin is a bit playful, he still understands right from wrong. Otherwise, why would Dad spoil him so much?"

Upon hearing this, Qin Jianjun immediately felt a headache coming on.

The older brother spoils his nephew too much, which has led to him becoming like this.

Qin Jianjun knew that there was little point in talking to them about this now, so he said:

"Brother, let Mr. Chen treat Dad first!"

"If Wanqing says Mr. Chen's medical skills are good, then they must be good!"

"Didn't you see? Dad's complexion is much better!"

"If you have an acute cerebral hemorrhage and call an ambulance, by the time you get to the hospital, it will be too late!"

Before Qin Jianguo could retort, Chen Mo, without even raising his head, coldly uttered a single sentence:

"If you want to argue, go outside and argue. Don't get in my way and disturb my treatment!"

Qin Jianguo was furious and pointed at Chen Mo's nose, shouting:

"You...you get out of here! This is my house, it's not your place to act like a stranger!"

Chen Mo stared at him coldly.

Seeing that Chen Mo didn't move, Qin Jianguo glared at Chen Mo, his finger almost poking Chen Mo's nose:

Are you deaf? Or can't you understand human speech?

"Get out of my house now, immediately! Don't ever set foot in the Qin family again!"

Qin Jianjun quickly stepped forward and pressed Qin Jianguo's hand down: "Brother, calm down!"

"This Mr. Chen is Dad's friend, and he saved Dad. How can you send him away?"

"fart!"

Qin Jianguo shook off his younger brother's hand, his eyes wide with surprise:

"What kind of illness could some nobody like him, who popped out of who-knows-where, possibly cure?"

Chen Mo then spoke up: "I'm a friend invited by Elder Qin. If Elder Qin wants me to leave, I promise I won't say a word!"

"But who do you think you are, trying to tell me to get lost?"

Chen Mo, too lazy to waste words, swung his big hand and slapped him across the face.

"Snapped!"

Qin Jianguo was slapped away and crashed heavily to the ground.

Half of his face swelled up at a visible speed, and a trace of blood oozed from the corner of his mouth.

The glasses flew a long way, and the lenses shattered all over the ground.

Qin Jianguo was stunned by the slap, his mouth agape as he stared at Chen Mo as if he were looking at a madman.

"You...you dare hit me? You actually dared to hit me?"

"So what if I hit you?"

Chen Mo's voice was icy: "Your father was lying on the ground, almost dead, and instead of taking care of him, you come here to act tough with me?"

Qin Jianguo's lips trembled, and his face turned ashen.

He has lived for over fifty years and has been through thick and thin in the business world. What storms hasn't he weathered?

No one had ever dared to treat him like this before; Qin Jianguo felt his dignity being trampled on.

"You just wait! I'm calling security right now!"

"I'm calling the police! I'll make sure you rot in jail!"

Qin Jianguo stood up and staggered toward the door, taking out his phone as he went.

"What police report are you calling? Who do you want to go to jail?"

An aged voice rang out.

Everyone looked over and saw that Qin Shouye had woken up at some point and was staring at Qin Jianguo.

His face was still a little pale, but his eyes were clear and his tone was steady, not at all like an old man who had just suffered a cerebral hemorrhage and fallen into a coma.

"grandfather!"

Qin Wanqing was overjoyed and quickly walked over to him, taking his hand. "How are you feeling?"

"I'm fine!"

Qin Shouye waved his hand: "What happened just now?"

Qin Wanqing quickly explained the situation briefly.

The old man suddenly fainted, and Chen Mo immediately administered acupuncture treatment.

Qin Huimin was slapped by Chen Mo for trying to stop him, and when Qin Jianguo returned, he wanted to call the police to arrest Chen Mo...

After listening, Qin Shouye let out a long sigh of relief and looked at Chen Mo with lingering fear:

"Mr. Chen, you saved my life again. I don't know how to repay you!"

Chen Mo waved his hand: "Old Qin, if you consider me a friend, then don't be so polite."

"Of course! You are of course my friend, Qin Shouye's friend!"

Qin Shouye grabbed Chen Mo's hand and patted it twice.

Then he looked at Qin Jianguo: "Are you going to call the police? Who are you going to send to jail? Mr. Chen?"

Qin Jianguo pointed at Chen Mo, his voice filled with grievance:

"Dad, this guy hit you and beat Huimin up like this. If we don't deal with him, how will the Qin family save face?"

"You're talking nonsense!"