Strongest Medical Saint

After digging up a pit of human remains in the courtyard.

An ominous atmosphere spread through the air, those men holding shovels would not have continued if it weren't for their fear of the Cai family, having just unearthed bones.

Unearthing skeletons from beneath the ground was considered a most inauspicious affair in the eyes of the people of Huaxia Country.

Cai Chunlong's complexion was significantly better than that of Cai Juanlan and the others; his face showed consternation but not a trace of fear, which suggested that the bones dug up from the earth didn't scare him at all.

"You can leave now," Cai Zhi said to those holding shovels.

These men couldn't wait to leave the courtyard, always feeling an eerie chill on their backs while there.

Shen Feng pointed to the Yin Spirit Grass in the corner and said, "Consider this plant as my consultation fee. None of you should touch it."

Having said that.

Cai Zhi led Shen Feng into the house.

Cai Chunlong and Sun Dongquan followed them inside, where they saw an old man bound hand and foot.

Indeed, Cai Chunlong and the others had no other choice but to tie up Cai Jigen; had they not, he might have caused some serious chaos. Despite visits to all major hospitals in Wuzhou, none could calm him down.

Cai Jigen should have been asleep, but upon hearing the footsteps entering, his eyes suddenly snapped open "Ah! Ah! Ah!——"

A howl erupted from his throat as he struggled to stand, his mouth opening and closing incessantly, the clacking of his teeth nonstop.

Cai Jigen's eyes were lifeless, his face a pure display of bloodthirstiness. Seeing so many people in the room, his struggles intensified, and veins on his forehead and arms bulged.

"Rip! Rip! Rip!——"

The cloth straps binding him tore apart, and the disheveled Cai Jigen lunged at Shen Feng and the others.

Cai Zhi and Cai Heguang stood still beside Shen Feng, knowing the master must have a method.

Meanwhile, Cai Juanlan and Sun Dongquan took hesitant steps back; Cai Jigen could be terrifying when he went mad, capable of biting chunks of flesh off with his teeth.

Cai Chunlong sought an opportunity to subdue his father.

As Cai Jigen approached closer and closer.

Shen Feng stepped forward, his right hand swiftly shot out, his index and middle finger pinching together pointed at Cai Jigen's forehead, emitting a stream of Spiritual Energy from his fingertips.

The once frenzied Cai Jigen suddenly became tranquil.

Slowly, very slowly.

Now free of his earlier mania, Cai Jigen's eyelids battled to stay open, and astonishingly, he remained standing as he fell asleep.

Even Sun Dongquan, witnessing how Shen Feng effortlessly induced sleep in Cai Jigen, was shocked. As Cai Jigen's physician, he knew all too well how terrifying Cai Jigen's episodes were. To fall asleep suddenly, in such a deranged state—how had Shen Feng managed it?

"Master, how is my father's illness?" Cai Zhi asked softly.

Shen Feng had already removed his fingers from Cai Jigen's forehead.

Cai Jigen was plagued by resentment and Yin Qi in his brain, which caused him to lose control of his mind. If he remained in this state, his own consciousness would grow weaker and weaker, until eventually, it would vanish completely. By then, his body would belong to neither human nor ghost.

Over the past two years, substantial resentment and Yin Qi had infiltrated Cai Jigen's brain; it was impossible to clear it all with a mere whiff of Spiritual Energy.

Shen Feng did not want to waste too much Spiritual Energy and sought to clear the resentment and Yin Qi from Cai Jigen's brain using the least amount of Spiritual Energy possible, resorting to the Fiery Sun Needle Technique.

Sun Dongquan, having set aside his prior anger, couldn't help asking, "How did you know there were so many corpses under the courtyard's ground? If his madness is caused by these corpses, then why are we unaffected?"

Not only Sun Dong Quan but the rest were also curiously looking at Shen Feng, including Cai Zhi and Cai Heguang.

Shen Feng casually explained, "I can feel the breath that you cannot. The resentment and Yin Qi emitted from the bones seep into the patient's brain a little every day. One must live here for a long time before the subtle and gradual change occurs. In traditional Chinese medicine, this could be described as the invasion of external evil."

"However, this type of invasion by external evil is very special."

Shen Feng then told Cai Zhi, "Help me get a box of silver needles."

Just when Cai Zhi was about to go get the silver needles, Sun Dong Quan had Zhao Yi open the medical box, from which he took out an ancient wooden box, "Use my silver needles!"

By now,

Sun Dong Quan dared not call Shen Feng a charlatan anymore; he was very persistent in some aspects, but he could also let go when necessary.

Shen Feng knew that Sun Dong Quan was simply obsessed with traditional Chinese medicine, there was no need for him to stoop to the level of a stubborn old man.

After casually accepting the wooden box, Shen Feng prepared to insert the needles.

Zhao Yi shouted, "Wait a second, the silver needles haven't been sterilized yet."

Sun Dong Quan glared at his own apprentice, "Shut your mouth."

Zhao Yi was immediately confused; he didn't seem to have said anything wrong! Wasn't it necessary to sterilize the needles before acupuncture every time?

It was only when he saw the silver needles pinched between Shen Feng's fingers that he understood why his master had scolded him.

The silver needles between Shen Feng's fingers trembled on their own, the entire needle reddening as if it had been heated in fierce flames.

Such temperature was sufficient for sterilization.

What's more, Shen Feng was actually using Spiritual Energy to control the needle; only with control by Spiritual Energy would the silver needles tremble autonomously.

In the whole Huaxia Country, how many people understood needle control with Spiritual Energy? They were all old men with white beards, and although Sun Dong Quan was considered a leading figure of traditional Chinese medicine in South Cloud, he did not know how to control needles with Spiritual Energy.

Shen Feng swiftly inserted the silver needles into the acupoints on Cai Jigen's head.

His movements were without any superfluous actions, so smooth that Sun Dong Quan's eyes widened.

After Shen Feng had stopped,

One could faintly see the pattern of a rising sun emerging on Cai Jigen's forehead.

Subsequently, faint black qi continuously emanated from his brain.

Fiery Sun Needle Technique.

This was an extremely firm and yang needle technique, a nemesis of all Yin and evil entities.

Naturally, the resentment and Yin Qi could not resist this needle technique.

Under the effect of the Fiery Sun Needle Technique, the resentment and Yin Qi naturally evaporated from Cai Jigen's brain.

This needle technique.

Sun Dong Quan had neither heard nor seen this before, but he could guess that this formation was nothing ordinary. As an enthusiast of traditional Chinese medicine, he suddenly felt overwhelmingly thrilled, his eyes shining brightly as he stared intently at Shen Feng, no hint of anger visible on his face any longer.

It was as if he had discovered a treasure, his expression very amiable, continuously stroking his beard.

This was one of Sun Dong Quan's peculiar habits; whenever he was in a good mood, he would unconsciously stroke his beard.

Zhao Yi wore an expression as if he had seen a ghost. This time, both he and his master had completely misjudged the situation. How could Shen Feng, so young, already know how to control needles with Spiritual Energy? Could it be that he began studying traditional Chinese medicine from his mother's womb?