Chapter 78: Can Her Third Sister’s Request Be Granted?

Medical Hall, Rear Chamber.

“If you have any questions, just ask.”

Chu Tian looked directly at Wu Liang, not beating around the bush in the slightest.

“Mr. Chu, I wish to know—how did you cure late-stage cancer?”

Wu Liang’s gaze was piercing, his expression grave.

“I simply stimulated certain acupoints on Elder Wei’s body, then used a Qi-Nourishing Pill to restore his vitality. It’s nothing extraordinary.”

Chu Tian replied casually, as though he had accomplished a trivial task.

“That... that’s not extraordinary?”

Wu Liang was momentarily stunned. He had already heard Wei Yuansheng’s account, but hearing Chu Tian repeat it, he still found it hard to believe.

What he truly wanted to ask was, which acupoints had Chu Tian stimulated, and how exactly was the Qi-Nourishing Pill refined?

If there were a more scientific method to popularize Chu Tian’s acupuncture technique, and the process for making the Qi-Nourishing Pill could be shared, it would absolutely be a milestone in the medical world.

Yet, though Wu Liang wanted to ask, he didn’t know how to begin.

Instead, Lin Qinghan was far more direct, breaking the awkward silence at once.

“Xiao Tian, you can even cure cancer?”

Lin Qinghan was so shocked she couldn’t help but cry out.

Chu Tian had indeed mentioned before that he had cured Wei Yuansheng’s illness.

But Lin Qinghan had no idea the illness he had cured was terminal cancer—this was truly astonishing.

“Third Sister, do you want to learn this acupuncture technique?”

Chu Tian chuckled. If his third sister wanted to learn, he certainly wouldn’t be stingy.

“Of course I do!”

Lin Qinghan nodded eagerly. As a doctor, this acupuncture technique was irresistibly attractive to her.

“I can demonstrate it once for you both—watch carefully.”

Chu Tian smiled, then walked up to an acupuncture dummy.

With two fingers, he picked up a silver needle and swiftly inserted it into nine acupoints.

In truth, Chu Tian did not require the silver needles, but for teaching purposes, he used them as an aid.

Lin Qinghan focused all her attention, watching Chu Tian’s every move, afraid to miss the slightest detail.

“This is my original creation—the Nine Needles of Taiji. Do you remember it?”

Chu Tian stopped, the nine silver needles still trembling slightly in the dummy.

In fact, the essence of this acupuncture technique did not lie in the selection of acupoints.

After all, anyone with a foundation in traditional medicine could identify the body’s acupoints; that was not difficult for a practitioner.

The true key was the force and timing of each needle.

That was the most exquisite aspect of the Nine Needles of Taiji, and also the hardest part to master.

Without years of immersion, no ordinary person could master this technique; even a slight difference in force—too heavy or too light—would lead to vastly different outcomes.

“This...”

Wu Liang stood frozen, unable to react for a moment.

Even though Chu Tian had deliberately slowed his movements, the Nine Needles of Taiji were so profound that they exceeded the scope of Wu Liang’s learning for now.

“Xiao Tian, let me try!”

Lin Qinghan spoke up energetically, surprising Chu Tian a little.

He hadn’t expected that while Wu Liang had yet to grasp the method, Lin Qinghan had already gained some insight.

She picked up a silver needle and once again pierced the nine acupoints on the dummy.

Though her technique was a bit raw, Lin Qinghan showed no hesitation, her movements bold and decisive.

Not only did she accurately identify each acupoint, but her force and technique were nearly flawless. Though not as practiced as Chu Tian, she had already grasped the basic method.

“Dr. Lin, you... you learned it so quickly?”

Wu Liang stared, utterly losing his usual composure as a medical authority.

“Elder Wu, this technique isn’t that hard to learn, especially since Xiao Tian slowed down for us. Isn’t it quite clear?”

Lin Qinghan clapped her hands, looking as if it were the most natural thing in the world, leaving Wu Liang at a loss for words once again.

What kind of prodigies are these siblings, to have such insight in medicine?

Wu Liang had yet to comprehend the method, and already someone else had learned it—how discouraging!

Could it be that Lin Qinghan’s intuition surpassed even his?

In that instant, Wu Liang felt that all his years of medical cultivation had been wasted—he couldn’t even match a young woman like Lin Qinghan.

“Elder Wu, my third sister isn’t an ordinary person. You shouldn’t compare yourself to her.”

Chu Tian noticed Wu Liang’s disappointment, which made Wu Liang all the more speechless.

So, the siblings aren’t ordinary, and that makes me just a slow-witted ordinary man?

Of course, Wu Liang knew Chu Tian didn’t mean it that way. To witness such a marvelous technique firsthand was already a great honor—he had no further ambitions.

“Mr. Chu, please don’t call me Elder Wu anymore—just call me Xiao Wu from now on.”

Wu Liang quickly set aside his status, not daring to put on airs.

“That... wouldn’t be appropriate...”

Chu Tian replied.

“There’s nothing inappropriate about it. If I’m asking you for medical guidance, then you’re my teacher. Calling me Elder Wu would only make me uncomfortable.”

Wu Liang waved his hand, adjusting his attitude with remarkable speed.

Chu Tian took him at his word and began to call him Xiao Wu.

Time passed quickly, and Spring Renewal Hall was about to close for the day.

“Dr. Lin, we’ll be back to help at the clinic tomorrow. You needn’t worry about being short-staffed.”

Wu Liang assured her repeatedly before finally taking his leave.

“Then I’ll count on you.”

Lin Qinghan personally saw Wu Liang and his companions out and returned to the rear chamber.

“Third Sister, let’s go home.”

Chu Tian was about to leave the clinic when Lin Qinghan stopped him.

“Wait—why are you in such a hurry to go home?”

Lin Qinghan’s gaze was complicated as she turned and shut the chamber door.

At this moment, the clinic was entirely empty—only the two of them remained, a man and a woman alone in the room.

“Third Sister, what... what are you doing?”

Chu Tian frowned, sensing an ambiguous atmosphere; something was off with his third sister.

But Lin Qinghan didn’t answer. Instead, she took off her white coat.

As it slipped to the floor, her cool, revealing outfit was exposed before Chu Tian’s eyes.

She wore an off-shoulder tube top and ultra-short denim shorts, her slender, curvaceous figure fully accentuated—voluptuous, with a striking silhouette.

“Third Sister!”

Chu Tian instinctively stepped back, his gaze drawn irresistibly to her.

“Why so nervous? Do you think your third sister is going to eat you?”

Lin Qinghan laughed softly, taking another step forward, nearly pushing Chu Tian into the corner.

“That’s not what I meant.”

Chu Tian retreated until his back hit the wall.

Now, Lin Qinghan stood right before him.

“Second Sister told me that you tore her dress last night. Now, I want to experience for myself exactly what Second Sister felt. Go on—tear my shorts the way you tore her dress.”

Lin Qinghan’s eyes shimmered with alluring desire.