The youngster's gaze was like the moonlight at night—cold, edgy, and had the nonchalance and underestimation of someone looking down from above. It was enough to make Physician Xie's blood boil. Without much thinking, he hollered, "Wow! Great! You really won't cry until you see the coffin!
"I shall make a bet with you: if you can cure this young man, I—Xie Chongming—will kowtow to you three times and acknowledge you as my teacher. However, if you can't cure him, then you'll follow me to the Department of Justice and obediently accept the serious punishment of imposing a physician! Kid, do you dare to accept the bet?"
He Xi raised her brows and said in a seemingly laughing manner, "You can forget about getting me as your teacher. Even if you're willing to acknowledge me as your teacher, I don't want an old and ugly student like you! If you lose, you can just kowtow three times."
"You…! You…!"
Physician Xie was fuming with anger and could not wait to instantly rush over and break the young man's thin neck apart.
However, why would He Xi bother with him? She just looked at the girl coldly, "I promise I will try my best to treat your brother. I have eighty percent confidence that he will fully recover, but all treatments have their risks. Are… you willing to believe me?"
The girl raised her head and looked at He Xi dumbly. In that pair of clear eyes, a purple light was glowing at some point as if it was the prettiest light she had seen in the darkest part of the forest.
As if she saw a demon, there was no doubt or suspicion in her heart as she slowly nodded.
The girl's agreement made He Xi heave a sigh of relief. She asked Shopkeeper Zhou for help and carried the young man into Sheng De Pharmacy's hall, placing him on a table that was as long as a person.
Physician Xie and Shopkeeper Qin also followed along with an icy face. They must personally witness how this shameless kid's lie would be exposed and his humiliation.
In Sheng De Pharmacy's hall, there were crowds of curious onlookers circling the center.
He Xi was in the center of the crowd, and she calmly took out a bag of silver needles from the space.
Upon seeing the difference in length and thickness of the needles and the weird smell coming out from them, the spectators all gasped in curiosity.
Apart from the surprise, there were more contempt and mockery. At this very moment, no one believed that a youngster—who did not look older than sixteen- or seventeen-years-old and did not have any obvious spiritual power—could save a patient whose meridians were all cut.
With intense concentration, He Xi jabbed the needles into the young man's body at the fastest speed.
The candles in the hall of Sheng De Pharmacy were burning on, and the evening light shining in from the outside both gathered on the young man's porcelain-like hands.
The spectators only felt an illusion of fluttering butterflies coming and going in front of their eyes. In the blink of an eye, the young man had his torn top taken off and his body covered in silver needles—as if he was turned into a porcupine.
"What… what kind of treatment is this? Why haven't I seen this before?" Someone exclaimed.
"Don't talk about seeing it; I have never heard of it before!"
"Why can't I feel any spiritual power movements? Is she not using spiritual influence to treat his wounds?"
Everyone started discussing on their own, but He Xi did not listen to them and focused on moving the needles on the young man's body.
Her hands had moved similar to poking needles and activating his acupoints for an hour. He Xi's forehead broke out in crystal-clear sweat droplets. They flowed down slowly, landing on her lashes like water droplets on a leaf, which gathered on its tip.