Chapter 50: Tracy’s Talent

Quin's Harmony Clinic had been shut down—breaking records for speed. Furthermore, his medical certificate had been revoked by the Health Bureau.

Of course, Quin was too ashamed to admit he had been Holbrook's student.

As for Lily, she found herself without a place to stay in the State of New York unless she transferred.

Had she not left the Feazer Clinic—or even if she had truly taken the postgraduate entrance exam—she would have had the opportunity to meet countless medical leaders in New York with Tracy's help.

By connecting with these individuals, she could have gained access to some of the best hospitals in the country.

It was a pity that she had made a wrong decision. Now, it was too late for regrets. She had brought this on herself.

On the other hand, the Feazer Clinic had become a miracle.

The medical elites, who were typically arrogant, flocked to the clinic for treatment—even though there were no open slots for an entire day.

Naturally, the clinic's reputation spread like wildfire.

In less than a week, patients from across New York and even other states were making their way to the clinic.

After all, the head of the Feazer Clinic was none other than Holbrook, a revered master of traditional medicine.

John also fulfilled his promise and taught Holbrook the Nine Restoring Yang Needles.

To be honest, this acupuncture method, which was hailed as a treasure by many, was just one of the many techniques John had mastered.

There was no immediate need to teach Holbrook any of the other needle techniques. The Nine Restoring Yang Needles was more than enough for him to grasp for now.

However, what shocked everyone most was that the person who learned the Nine Restoring Yang Needles the fastest wasn't Holbrook, but Tracy.

When John saw Tracy skillfully applying the technique, even he couldn't help but exclaim, "Oh my god! Tracy, you are amazing!"

Tracy scratched her head modestly and replied, "It's not difficult to learn. In fact, I nearly memorized it the moment I saw you perform it on Quin that day."

Holbrook was speechless.

Julian was speechless.

Fred was speechless.

What made the Nine Restoring Yang Needles difficult wasn't the number of acupuncture points, because there were only a few, and every traditional medicine doctor had memorized the human body's acupuncture points.

The real challenge lay in the methodical improvement required to reach the ninth turn. To achieve this level, practitioners had to repeat the technique countless times to refine it, which took time and patience.

While Holbrook and the others were still practicing diligently, Tracy had already mastered the technique, claiming it wasn't difficult. Her words were as crushing as if a billionaire had shrugged off money.

It was a fatal blow to their pride.

With sudden inspiration, John said to Tracy, "Tracy, I'll demonstrate another acupuncture method. Let's see how much you can learn."

He quickly found a human model.

Seven needles were smoothly inserted into the model's acupoints, each time with a slightly different technique.

Seeing this, Holbrook's hair stood on end. He gasped, "Seven Strikes at the Jaws of Death! This is the Seven Strikes at the Jaws of Death!"

The Seven Strikes at the Jaws of Death acupuncture method was as legendary as the Nine Restoring Yang Needles—another long-lost technique.

Moreover, this method required only seven needles, while the Nine Restoring Yang Needles used twelve. If fewer needles could achieve the same result, the technique would naturally be more difficult.

John smiled and said, "Mr. Davis, you are well-informed."

Holbrook, flattered, quickly bowed. "Mr. Lopez, please, just call me Holbrook. I can't afford to be called Mr. Davis by someone like you!"

"We're familiar with each other now. There's no need to be overly formal."

"No, no, no! It's the rule—'One day as a teacher, lifelong as a father.'"

"You old-fashioned man," John said with a resigned shake of his head.

"Mr. Lopez, may I ask how many types of acupuncture therapies you know?"

The Nine Restoring Yang Needles alone was already extraordinary. If anyone learned it, they would be famous throughout the medical world.

Yet, to Holbrook's surprise, John had demonstrated another method, the Seven Strikes at the Jaws of Death.

Holbrook was so excited he could hardly contain himself.

John casually counted on his fingers. "Not too many, perhaps only twenty or thirty kinds."

Twenty or thirty kinds?! Wasn't that too many?

Holbrook's eyes widened. He stared at John with disbelief, thinking, "Mr. Lopez, you must be joking!"

John wasn't pretending. The old Taoist priest had gifted him several boxes of secret manuals on needle techniques, which contained more than just a few methods.

Meanwhile, Tracy had already inserted the first needle.

Though her technique was a little unrefined, there was no mistake. The angle, depth, and pressure of the needle were perfectly in line with John's demonstration.

For Holbrook, mastering this first needle would have taken him three to five days.

After the first needle, Tracy closed her eyes and paused, as if recalling John's previous demonstration.

John hadn't taught them step by step; he had shown Tracy all seven methods at once, testing her memory.

After about seven or eight minutes, Tracy precisely inserted the second needle.

She closed her eyes again and recalled the movements.

By this point, Holbrook was already wide-eyed in disbelief. She really did the second needle flawlessly!

What happened next proved that he had been too quick to judge.

Tracy paused after each needle, and each time, the technique was nearly perfect. The first six needles were flawless, and only the seventh had a slight deviation.

After John corrected her, he asked, "Tracy, how did you remember so many techniques?"

It had been over an hour since John had first shown her the Seven Strikes at the Jaws of Death, and yet Tracy could still recall every detail, which was astounding.

Tracy smiled shyly and replied, "I don't know. I have a poor memory for other things, but when it comes to acupuncture, I can recall each detail little by little after seeing it."

"Tracy, you are truly a medical genius!"

Let anyone who dares to call my sister a busty, dumb bimbo come forward now—who? Please, don't include the last word.

In the end, it took Tracy only about two hours to perfectly master the Seven Strikes at the Jaws of Death.

"Tracy, you've made me feel utterly defeated. It took me an entire afternoon to learn this technique!"

Tracy waved her hand modestly. "It's nothing. I think I should work harder."

The others—Holbrook, Fred, and the rest—were close to passing out.

Were they both monsters? How could they be so infuriating?

It was impossible for them to learn this acupuncture method in under a month, but these siblings had done it in a day—one in an afternoon, the other in two hours—and still pretended to be unsatisfied!

How were the rest of them supposed to live with this?