A master of both medicine and martial arts, he picked up a beautiful CEO as his wife.

The three fingers resting on He Huai Ren's wrist twitched slightly. Ye Feng's brows furrowed slightly at first, but his eyes grew brighter and brighter.

The wisp of true energy probed into He Huai Ren's body, traveled along his congested meridians, and the root cause of the ailment was clearly presented to Ye Feng's "eyes".

In less than three breaths, he withdrew his hand, already understanding the situation.

This is neither laryngeal asphyxia nor stroke. Those renowned doctors have all misdiagnosed it.

"It's 'Zouma Throat Wind'," Ye Feng said calmly, uttering an ancient and unfamiliar name that instantly froze all the renowned doctors present. "It's an acute illness that has been extinct for hundreds of years. Phlegm, heat, and wind, three evils, fight together and suddenly obstruct the airway, instantly locking the throat. The onset is instantaneous and extremely dangerous; nine out of ten cases cannot be saved."

"Walking horse... throat wind?" The old, goatee-wearing doctor exclaimed in shock, his whole body trembling. "Medical books... there are indeed records of this disease in medical books! But this disease is extremely rare, occurring only once in a century, and is incredibly dangerous. In my fifty years of medical practice, I have only seen a few words about it in a few rare, incomplete ancestral books, and have never seen it with my own eyes! How... how could a mere young man like you possibly know it?!"

"Does it matter whether you recognize it or not?" Ye Feng had already taken out the needle pouch he always carried with him from his pocket. "What matters is how to cure this disease."

As he spoke, he quickly unfolded his needle pouch. The row of silver needles, of varying thicknesses and coated with medicine, gleamed with a cool and restrained luster under the lamplight.

"With such a severe throat condition, no medicine can be administered." Ye Feng spoke rapidly, explaining as he quickly wiped the silver needles with an alcohol swab. "This is because the patient's throat has been completely blocked by the three evils, preventing him from eating or drinking and obstructing his breathing. At this point, even if you had a miraculous medicine that could bring the dead back to life, you couldn't get a single drop down. Those experts who insisted on 'prying open his teeth and feeding him medicine' were only making things worse and would only hasten his death."

The renowned doctors who had just performed the treatment blushed, but remained speechless.

"The only way out is through acupuncture." Ye Feng picked up a three-inch-long silver needle, his eyes sharp as an eagle's. "Using the needle as a guide, first forcefully open his blocked airways to seize a sliver of life; then use internal energy to dissolve the three evils of phlegm, heat, and wind that are obstructing his meridians, thus eliminating the root of the disease."

"And all of this," he paused, emphasizing each word, "must be completed within three minutes. A moment's delay, and even a miracle won't save us."

The room was completely silent; you could hear a pin drop.

Everyone was stunned by his logical and unprecedented argument.

Before he finished speaking, Ye Feng flicked his wrist, and his movements were as swift as thunder.

"The first acupuncture point, Tian Tu (CV22) – relieves throat obstruction, descends rebellious qi, and restores airway function!"

The silver needle, like a bolt of lightning, pierced with unparalleled precision into the Tian Tu acupoint, a hollow beneath He Huai Ren's throat. The speed, precision, and ferocity of the technique left even the renowned physicians speechless.

The needle was inserted seven-tenths of the way in, and with a slight twist of the fingers, a stream of pure true energy flowed straight in with the cold silver needle!

"Wow!" A miracle has occurred!

He Huai-ren's throat, which was so tightly locked that even iron clamps might not be able to open it, actually loosened a little, and a mouthful of water was squeezed out from his throat!

"Ah, ah!"

"Wow, the airway is open, just a crack!" the goatee roared in disbelief!

The lock that they had been desperately trying to open was actually opened with just a silver needle!

"One more needle, at the Lianquan acupoint, to benefit the throat and clear the tongue!"

Ignoring the commotion, Ye Feng continued inserting the needles. The second needle landed precisely. "Third needle, Hegu (LI4), to promote blood circulation and relieve spasms!"

Two silver needles fell one after another, as fast as lightning.

When He Huai-ren's face turned so purple that it was almost bleeding, it visibly returned to some normal appearance.

The middle-aged man wearing gold-rimmed glasses, who had just been insisting that it was an acute stroke, was now staring intently at the three acupoints, his mouth agape, unable to utter a single word.

Any acupuncturist can access the acupoints Tiantu, Lianquan, and Hegu. What's rare is the speed, accuracy, and ruthlessness of the technique, along with the wisp of vital energy entering through the needle. If any renowned doctor were to insert the same three silver needles, let alone save a life, they probably wouldn't even be able to open the blocked airway.

"This isn't acupuncture..." he couldn't say anything more, "This is like trying to snatch someone from the jaws of death with needles."

However, Ye Feng's face did not relax at all; instead, it became increasingly serious.

"His airway is open, but the three evils of phlegm, heat, and wind have not been completely cleared from his meridians. If it relapses again, it will immediately lock his airway again." He muttered to himself, beads of sweat appearing on his forehead. "It will be too late to force it out by then. The remaining needles plus my own true qi will be the real gate of hell."

He looked up at the people around him and said in a majestic voice, "Now I will use my own true energy to help him open up the twelve levels of his cultivation, forcing these three evils out of his meridians. During this time, none of you must make a move or speak, otherwise I will suffer a qi deviation, causing his meridians to rupture immediately, and even immortals will be unable to help him!"

That calm and extraordinary aura made those self-proclaimed experts and the anxious He family members subconsciously hold their breath and not dare to exhale!

The huge hall was so quiet you could hear a pin drop.

Everyone stared intently at the simply dressed young man squatting on the ground.

The doctor surnamed Wu, who had just mocked Ye Feng as a "brutish man wielding a spear," gaped in shock. He had practiced medicine for forty years and possessed profound medical skills, but he had never seen such a needling technique before. It was so fast and accurate, with each needle seemingly piercing directly into the acupoints. He had never even heard of this "walking throat wind" technique. He opened his mouth, as if to express his doubts, but his mouth remained silent. The facts were right there, vividly displayed before him, dripping with blood.

"Using needles to guide qi, using qi to dispel evil... This is the lost 'Qi-guiding acupuncture technique'!" an old man murmured, his voice trembling. "Medical books say that this method cannot be performed by anyone without profound internal energy. I always thought it was just a legend fabricated by the ancients... a legend... is it really true..."

A series of low gasps of surprise rose from the crowd.

At the very edge of the crowd, Lin Yuqing stood on tiptoe, staring intently at the young man crouching among them. His figure wasn't very tall, but at this moment, he seemed to stand tall and upright, as if he were living his own world.

She tensed up, her heart pounding as if it were about to burst out of her chest.

She had seen him as a rogue, as shameless, as demanding prices, and as eloquent as he deftly resolved crises. But at this moment, in this state, with his body brimming with inner energy, he appeared so solemn and focused, single-handedly fighting against Death, snatching people from the clutches of death. This was the first time she had ever seen such a sight.

At that moment, she suddenly felt as if she had never seriously considered this person before.

He was a vast ocean, and she saw only a single wave on its surface!

The human hero, surrounded by a group of people, didn't hear any of their words or exclamations.

His mind was focused on the true energy in his fingertips, which was engaged in a life-or-death struggle with the three surging, ferocious true energies within He Huai Ren's body.

The excruciating pain in his chest, coupled with the massive loss of true energy after the Qi transfer, felt like countless needles pricking him. However, there was no trace of panic in his eyes, and his hand gestures were as firm as a mountain.

Success or failure hinges on this!