Chapter 34: The Aspiration of Generations of the Yao Family

For Dr. Tian, who worked in the outpatient department of the town's health clinic, the chaos unfolding before his eyes felt oddly relieving—after all, the responsibility now lay entirely with the director. He was just a bystander.

"What happened? She's dead?"

"Wasn't that the 'Revival Needle'? How did it become the 'Death Needle'?"

"Tsk tsk, she looked fine just now. A few needles later and she's dead? That's not saving a life—that's murder!"

"This is going to blow up. The clinic will be buried in lawsuits!"

The crowd was in an uproar. Meanwhile, Gou Chu collapsed beside the woman's legs, wailing in utter despair. "Xiao Wei, you can't die! If you die, I'll never clear my name!"

The woman's surname was Wei. She was a colleague of Gou Chu—pretty and strong-willed. Gou, a middle-aged man with a family, had long coveted her. After failing to win her over, he'd tried to force himself on her earlier that day on a hillside. Startled by the struggle, the two of them rolled down a cliff. Unfortunately, the entire incident had been secretly filmed by another coworker.

Now that someone's life was at stake, if Miss Wei really died, Gou Chu would be facing more than just losing his job. Jail time would be inevitable.

Suddenly he recalled the "Dr. Jiang" from earlier—the man who'd instantly declared that Miss Wei had no heartbeat. Could he be a real miracle doctor?

Gou scrambled over and knelt before Jiang Chen, clinging to his leg, pleading, "Dr. Jiang! If you can save her, you'll be saving my life too!"

Jiang Chen casually kicked him away. "You're a director of a government office, and you kneel this easily? How shameful."

"Dr. Jiang, I'll pay you a hundred thousand! Just save her!"

"A hundred thousand?" Jiang Chen raised an eyebrow with a faint smirk. "You say that now, but I'm afraid you'll only transfer me ten bucks later."

"I swear! I'll transfer the money the moment you save her!"

Jiang Chen shook his head. "Sorry, I'm not interested." He turned to leave.

Gou panicked and latched onto his leg again. "Please, Dr. Jiang! You're a miracle doctor—I'll kowtow to you if I have to!"

Jiang Chen sneered. "You're nearly fifty, calling me your father now? I can't accept such a filial son."

"This is a hospital! You save lives—this is your duty!"

Jiang Chen paused, his expression cool. "Here, I'm just a village doctor. I don't have the authority to intervene."

The implication was clear: he'd only act if the director gave permission.

Gou turned to beg Director Yao. At this point, Yao Tong was on pins and needles—his failed acupuncture attempt had killed someone, and his reputation was in tatters. For a moment, he was at a loss for words.

Gou panicked and snapped, "Zhao! You killed her and now you want to avoid responsibility? If you won't let Dr. Jiang treat her, be ready to face a lawsuit!"

That hit the nail on the head.

Sweating profusely, Yao Tong's mind raced. If he allowed Jiang Chen to try and the patient survived, great. If not, he could pin the cause of death on Jiang. A win-win.

He turned with a solemn expression and said, "Dr. Jiang, healing the sick is a doctor's duty. Why not honor Director Gou's heartfelt plea?"

Jiang Chen snorted. "I'm just afraid if we wait any longer, she really won't make it."

With that, he approached the patient. Yao Tong discreetly signaled his assistant to start recording. The assistant immediately raised his phone to capture everything.

Jiang Chen moved with lightning speed. In a flash, he plucked out the so-called "Yao Revival Thirteen Needles" and tossed them aside. "All the wrong points. This isn't treatment—it's a death sentence."

"You understand acupuncture too?" Yao Tong was startled.

He could tell that Jiang Chen's needlework was precise, not a single drop of blood spilled. That kind of technique was extraordinary.

Unbeknownst to anyone, Jiang Chen's internal system had automatically activated again, giving him complete control over the patient's microvascular flow. Even Jiang Chen himself hadn't noticed that the system had quietly upgraded during live combat.

System Notification:

[Current Skill: Precision Blood Control LV2]

[Condition met. Activating Submodule: Healer's Legacy – Seven-Star Needle Array]

Jiang Chen felt a sudden insight strike his mind.

He pulled out his personal silver needles and quickly inserted seven of them across the woman's chest and abdomen.

Four needles formed the "Dipper," three needles formed the "Handle"—together creating a perfect image of the Big Dipper constellation.

"The Seven-Star Needle Array?!" Yao Tong gasped.

This ancient acupuncture formation was created by the legendary healer Zhang Zhongjing, believed to be lost for centuries. It had been passed down in secret by the Zhang family and recorded in the long-lost Needle Ancestor scroll.

Jiang Chen shot him a cold glance. "Didn't think you'd recognize it. At least you have some eye for talent."

Face flushed, Yao Tong clasped his hands. "Dr. Jiang, may I ask who your teacher is?"

Jiang Chen didn't respond, focused entirely on monitoring the woman's breath and pulse.

After ten seconds, a faint blush returned to her cheeks, her chest began to rise and fall.

"She's alive! She really came back!" Gou Chu shouted.

The crowd exploded in excitement.

"A miracle! He's a real miracle doctor!"

"The Seven-Star Needle Array is unreal!"

Yao Tong watched helplessly as Jiang Chen stole the spotlight. He was bitter, but powerless.

Miss Wei slowly opened her eyes, looking disoriented. Gou Chu rushed over again.

"Get lost!" Jiang Chen yanked him up and tossed him aside like a sack of potatoes.

"She needs rest, not flies buzzing around."

After a final check of her pulse and breathing, Jiang Chen confirmed her vitals were stable.

"She's temporarily stabilized. But she'll need surgery next—she must be transferred to the county hospital."

Gou Chu nodded repeatedly. "I'll make the arrangements now!"

"Did you prepare the deposit?" Jiang Chen mocked.

"Huh?" Gou froze, then fumbled for his phone. "Dr. Jiang, I'll transfer you ten thousand…"

"Save it," Jiang Chen waved him off in disdain. "Keep your dirty money for the hospital."

"You say a hundred thousand, then offer ten grand? I'm not playing your games." He brushed past the crowd, stepped into his car, and drove away without looking back.

Yao Tong remained standing at the back of the crowd, silent for a long time, his heart churning—

The Zhao family had practiced medicine for generations and always held themselves in high regard.

But now, a mere village doctor had dazzled the world with a long-lost divine technique, trampling his pride into the dirt.

"Jiang Chen… this man must not be allowed to rise. If he matures, will there be any place for the Yao family left?" Yao Tong muttered darkly.

Back home, he ran into his grandfather, Elder Yao, just returning from seeing guests off.

"What's wrong, Yao Tong? You look pale."

"Grandfather, I encountered a remarkable young man today."

He recounted the entire story of how Jiang Chen had used the Seven-Star Needle Array to bring Miss Wei back to life.

The more Elder Yao listened, the more his hands trembled. In the end, he nearly choked in shock.

"There's something I've never told you," he said slowly.

"Five generations ago, our ancestor encountered a healer surnamed Jiang—master of the Seven-Star Needle technique. Our forebear tried to buy the needle manual with a great sum but was refused. He even sent men to steal it. The Jiang healer was injured and fled. Since then, the technique vanished."

"For five generations, the Yao family has searched in vain."

"And now… it's finally appeared again."

"This young man surnamed Jiang lives in Zhangjia Village."

"Zhangjia Village…" A gleam of light flashed in Elder Yao's eyes. "It's nearby. Our opportunity has come."

"My grandson, you must find a way to get close to him—get that needle manual!"

"But…" Yao Tong forced a bitter smile, "Even if I get it, I'll only ever be 'Jiang Chen's student' in the public eye."

"You're too naïve," the old man said with a sinister smile.

"Make them believe you are the heir to the divine technique, and he's just a thief who learned it in secret."

Yao Tong lowered his voice. "Grandfather, you mean… once I master the Seven-Star Needle, we silence Jiang Chen?"