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

Ye Feng dared not delay any longer, and with a flick of his ten fingers, silver needles rained down.

Tian Tu, Lian Quan, He Gu, Nei Guan, Feng Long, Zu San Li – one silver needle after another was accurately inserted into He Huai Ren's major acupoints, forming a miraculous network.

With each needle inserted deeply and shallowly, at the correct angle and in the correct direction, Ye Feng's technique was flawless. The renowned doctors were dazzled by his skill and couldn't find a single fault with it. They didn't even understand what kind of needling technique it was.

After applying the silver needles, Ye Feng took a deep breath and gently placed his palm on He Huai Ren's "Zhiyang" acupoint on the back of his body.

A surge of pure, massive amounts of peak Yang True Qi flowed from his palm into He Huai Ren's cold, dying body, as if melting snow in spring.

As the true energy flowed into every organ in He Huai Ren's body, it conquered all obstacles along the meridians formed by the silver needles in his hand, gradually dissolving and eliminating the phlegm, evil wind, and heat that were blocking the meridians in his throat.

One minute passed...

Two minutes passed...

Five minutes later...

Large beads of sweat appeared on Ye Feng's forehead, and his face gradually turned pale.

He used his true energy to dispel evil and cast spells from a distance, a method that was extremely taxing on his mind and true energy. More importantly, he was also suffering from the agony of death, and the true energy in his body was already unstable. Every needle he pricked and every breath he took triggered the retaliatory destructive power of the death calamity.

The familiar pain in my chest began to linger.

But his hand pressing down on He Huai Ren's back remained completely still, without any tremor.

The onlookers fell silent, their hearts pounding in their throats. They watched as the old man, who had been seemingly dead and whose face was as purple as a pig's liver, actually began to slowly regain some life in He Huai Ren's hands!

This feeling is simply unbelievable, like something out of a myth!

An hour passed, but it felt like an eternity!

Suddenly, He Huai-ren opened his eyes and began to gag violently, spitting out a mouthful of black phlegm. The breath that had been stuck in his chest for so long was finally able to be greedily inhaled.

He came back to life!

A renowned physician, whose body had been declared "beyond saving" by numerous famous doctors and whose life force had vanished, was miraculously pulled back to the gates of hell by this young man using his silver needles and palms!

"Father, are you alright?"

"Grandpa's awake! Grandpa's awake!"

The entire He family rushed over, weeping uncontrollably.

A deathly silence was suddenly broken by a thunderous, uncontrollable roar of cheers.

"Wow... Wow... That's awesome!"

"A miracle! A miracle!"

The doctors who had just been frantically scolding Ye Feng were now all pale-faced, their eyes filled with fear and shame.

The veteran doctors, who had been practicing medicine for decades and always considered themselves masters of medicine, were completely stunned by what they had just witnessed. What kind of miraculous needles, what kind of remote breathing techniques, what kind of "walking throat wind" were these? If this wasn't medical skill, what was it? This was divine intervention!

Suddenly someone remembered something, gasped, and stammered:

"I remember my great-grandfather telling me... Legend has it that there's a medical technique in the martial arts world that can bring bones back to life and revive the dead. It's incredibly powerful and is known as the 'Living Dead Technique'... Could it really exist?"

This immediately caused a huge uproar.

What was originally just a rumor, a complete fabrication, has now become a vivid reality before everyone's eyes. A person, diagnosed by numerous renowned doctors as suffering from laryngeal asphyxia and seemingly on the verge of death, was brought back from the brink by a few silver needles and a pair of skillful hands. If that doesn't count as a method to bring the dead back to life, what does?

When everyone looked at Ye Feng, it was no longer with respect, but with worship, almost like worshipping a god.

"I'm ashamed!" The goatee-wearing doctor knelt down before Ye Feng. "I misdiagnosed it as laryngeal asphyxia. If I had treated it the way I did, Uncle He would have been dead long ago. Only today do I realize that there are always people more capable than you..." The doctor wearing thin gold-rimmed glasses, who had also diagnosed it as a stroke, lowered his head in shame. "We have really made a fool of ourselves. In front of this young gentleman, we are simply showing off our limited skills!" As for Dr. Wu, the famous doctor who had mocked Ye Feng as a boor, he looked embarrassed. He wanted to apologize, but he felt that his mouth was foul, so he dared not speak.

These doctors, who usually looked down on Ye Feng and were arrogant all their lives, actually lowered their heads in front of this young man.

He Huai-ren, who was awakened by Ye Feng, trembled for a long time before he could sit up with the help of several family members.

When he opened his eyes, the first thing he saw was Ye Feng. His eyes were filled with complex emotions, including the relief of being brought back from the dead, and the heartfelt shock and respect that a medical professional feels when witnessing a medical genius.

"Young brother..."

The old man's voice was still weak, but unusually serious, struggling to give Ye Feng a warning. "Your 'Golden Needle Tribulation Crossing' technique... you saved my life. May I ask who your master is?"

"Just a stinky old man..." Ye Feng replied casually as he put away the needles, not taking such a big credit to heart at all.

This nonchalant attitude only made him seem more unfathomable to everyone.

Sitting next to him was an old friend, also a respected figure in medicine, who stared intently at Ye Feng as he finished acupuncture. "What kind of acupuncture technique is this? The 'Nirvana Ancient Acupuncture Classic,' lost for thousands of years! Young man, are you... are you from Nirvana Mountain?"

This question immediately caused another uproar.

What kind of place is Nirvana Mountain?

It was a place that had long existed among doctors, and it was said that those who came from there were miraculous healers who could bring the dead back to life and cure diseases with their skillful hands.

Ye Feng paused slightly as he put the needle away, and a soft "click" sounded.

Ye Feng neither confirmed nor denied it, and simply smiled.

But these people interpreted this answer as an admission.

Suddenly, everyone looked at Ye Feng differently.

What "Lin family bodyguard," what "a kid of unknown origin"—

It turns out he was a true master, a real reclusive divine doctor!

Lin Yuqing stood outside, staring blankly at the loser they were treating like a treasure, surrounded by them.

She had known this guy was capable for a long time, but seeing him bring a dead person back to life in front of a whole street of doctors today, and when those big shots were speechless and called him "young friend," she truly understood that the man beside her wasn't a bodyguard, nor was he some wild kid who only thought about chicken legs and whose first words were always about wages. He was a real, continuous mountain, a towering mountain!

Her little heart was pounding wildly.

I don't know why, but I feel a sense of unfamiliarity.

At that moment, no one noticed that He Huai-ren, who had been rescued, had a strange look in his eyes, which had been filled with the vicissitudes of life.

When their gaze fell on Ye Feng, their first reaction was gratitude, followed by a slow, stunned silence, filled with an indescribable fear.

He had seen many masters in his life, but in that instant, Ye Feng had pulled his almost dead soul back from the brink of death in the time it takes for an incense stick to burn. In that half-asleep, half-awake state, he "saw something!"

Seeing the pure, domineering, and extremely powerful pure Yang energy within Ye Feng's body, one could even detect a faint trace of death energy lingering around it.

This is a sign of impending doom.

Moreover, it's a catastrophe that will absolutely kill you!

His heart felt like it had fallen into an ice cave.

This medical master who has saved countless lives, is actually burdened with a death calamity?