Chapter 27: The Magical Hand Revives Spring in the Flying Warehouse

  Zhang Jun didn't know that he had already provoked a formidable character. He slept soundly for the whole night and got up early the next day.

  Lin Xian started to prepare for the establishment of a jewelry company and couldn't accompany him out today. After breakfast, Li Hu drove him to the five-star hotel operated by Zhang Wu, Jinlong Hotel.

  Jinlong Hotel is not the most luxurious five-star hotel in Donghai, but it's the most local one. The price is reasonable and the service is thoughtful and meticulous. At the same time, this hotel is also one of Zhang Wu's most frequent haunts, used to entertain distinguished guests, and he occasionally stays at the hotel for a few days.

  Zhang Jun arrived at the Golden Dragon Hotel, where a young man named Yuanye was standing at the service desk waiting for him. Yuanye was about 1.8 meters tall, with a flat head and a slightly thin build, his eyes were bright and sharp, looking very agile and efficient.

  He saw Zhang Jun appear and walked up to him with a Mandarin accent from Donghai, saying very politely: "Hello Mr. Zhang, I'm Yuanye, Fifth Brother sent me to pick you up."

  Zhang Jun nodded and said, "Thank you."

  The two men entered the elevator, and Yuan Ye smiled: "Mr. Zhang, what is your relationship with Mr. Hua? Fifth Brother has a lot of respect for you!"

  Zhang Jun naturally wouldn't explain, he glanced at the other person and said lightly: "Didn't Zhang Wu tell you?"

  Yuanyuan suddenly shut his mouth, he had indeed asked Zhang Wu the same question before, but the other party refused to say more.

  The elevator stopped on the 28th floor, Yuan Ye led the way, walking down a long corridor and into a room. Mr. Hua and Zhang Wu were already waiting in the room, as well as Old Li and his son and daughter-in-law.

  In addition, there were four more plainclothes bodyguards in the room with cold expressions. Even if they stood still, Zhang Jun could smell a strong murderous aura. The last time they met, Zhang Jun hadn't seen them, presumably they had been asked to leave by Old Li at that time.

  As soon as Zhang Junyi entered the room, he was locked in by the icy gaze of four bodyguards, a kind of substantial oppressive feeling that made people very uncomfortable.

  Hua Bu Yi was giving Li Lao a needle treatment, he looked up and glanced at Zhang Jun, nodded and continued to massage the needles. At this time, Li Lao sat on a wooden stool, with his back exposed, seven silver needles inserted in front of his chest and back respectively.

  Zhang Jun nodded slightly to everyone and walked forward to watch.

  Hua Bu finished sewing the seventh needle on his chest and smiled at Zhang Jun, "Can you see what's special about these seven needles?"

  Zhang Jun was completely ignorant of the medical way, so he secretly examined Li Lao's body. After taking a look, he found that this old man's liver was indeed very bad, either cancerous or dead.

  He also observed that the fourteen needles inserted by Hua Buqi were like two locks that locked up the old man's qi and blood. At the same time, there was a rolling mass of greenish-black energy in the old man's stomach, which was constantly seeping into his liver through the transportation of blood.

  He had a sudden movement in his heart and thought that the green gas should be the medicinal power of the potion used by Hua Bu Yi, so he asked: "Mr. Hua, has Li Lao already taken the medicine?"

  Hua Buqi nodded and smiled: "It seems you also understand a bit of traditional Chinese medicine."

  At this moment, Zhang Jun's heart was actually very unpeaceful. He could see the flow of qi and blood in the human body, but he could also see the "medicinal power" exerted by the medicinal soup, that is, a rolling ball of green gas, which made him feel shocked.

  "Mr. Hua, what medicine are you using and what is it for?" Zhang Jun asked, ignoring the acupuncture and inquiring about the decoction instead.

  Hua Bu Yi didn't know that Zhang Jun could see the efficacy of the medicinal decoction, and thought he was just curious, so he smiled and replied: "This prescription is called the Seven Treasures Decoction for Dispelling Evil and Supporting the Righteous, which uses the Chinese medical theory of attacking evil. Li Lao's liver cancer can be seen as 'evil', if it can be driven out, then the disease will also be suppressed."

  Zhang Jun nodded thoughtfully, then went on to talk about acupuncture, saying: "The seven needles in front of Mr. Hua's chest seem to have locked up the liver's qi and blood; the seven needles behind his back appear to have a similar effect."

  Hua Bu Yi's eyes flashed with surprise, and he smiled: "You're right about half of it. This needle technique is called the Seven Star Needle, and there are forty-nine routes to perform it. As you said, these seven needles on my chest are called the Seven Star Evil-Repelling Needles. They work by sealing off most of the qi and blood flowing to the liver to control the illness and suppress the evil energy."

  "These seven needles behind are quite different, called the Seven Star Locking Life Needle. On the surface, this needle seems to seal and block the flow of Qi and blood, but in reality, it has a wonderful function of consolidating the original Qi, with this set of needles, one can ensure that the patient will not lose their life."

  Zhang Jun looked closely and indeed found a clue. After all, he wasn't a professional, but relied on his X-ray vision ability to bluff his way through a few sentences. When it came down to the real thing, he could only grope in the dark.

  He finished the two roads of Qī Xīng Zhēn, Huá Bù Yī said: "Next it's your turn to show off, borrowing Li Lǎo's thread of life." Then he stretched out his hand and pointed to Li Lǎo's ribs, indicating for Zhang Jūn to see.

  Zhang Jun saw it clearly, the place where Hua Bu Yi pointed was exactly the only part of Li Lao's liver that had not undergone cancerous changes but had thoroughly died and fibrosed. He secretly pondered: "The part of Li Lao's liver that has become cancerous is beyond salvation, it can only be temporarily suppressed and then slowly eliminated. And this remaining part, although it has not become cancerous, has lost its metabolic detoxification function. If I don't take action to give him a thread of life, even Mr. Hua won't be able to save him."

  As he thought of this, he also pointed to the lower rib area and focused his attention. In about ten seconds, a flash of golden light, almost invisible to the naked eye, shot into the liver. After entering, the golden light immediately began to move around in the necrotic liver.

  In just a few minutes, Zhang Jun discovered that Li Lao's liver had started to show signs of new life in the areas where it had died. The dead liver cells were reborn and rejuvenated. This process was very gentle, even Hua Shen couldn't see anything from the surface.

  It was Lao Li who felt a cool air flowing through his liver, very comfortable, and he couldn't help but let out a long sigh, his eyebrows relaxing.

  Huawei's clothes were in front of Li Lao for pulse diagnosis. His facial expression was as calm as an ancient well without ripples, until about three minutes later, he finally revealed a hint of a smile and said: "It's done!"

  Mr. Li beside him asked anxiously: "Is your father all right?"

  "It's as expected, drinking the medicinal soup for three months should help with recovery. However, at that time, Li Lao's body will be relatively weak, so he needs to rest and maintain a good mood, absolutely no getting angry."

  "Yes, yes, I've taken note of everything." Mr. Li said with great joy, repeating himself.

  Li Lao opened his eyes and let out a long sigh. He said to Hua Buqi and Zhang Jun, "Thank you both."

  Huabo Yi said lightly: "A doctor's duty, no need to thank me. Besides, please pay the consultation fee and help me with something." He then handed over an envelope to the other person.

  Zhang Jun was puzzled in his heart, it seemed that Mr. Hua's diagnosis fee wasn't money, but rather getting the patient to do something?

  Li Lao took over the envelope and said calmly: "Don't worry, Huashen Doctor, I'll do my best to complete it even if I have to risk my old life."

  Huabo smiled lightly: "It's not a difficult task for you, no need to be nervous."

  On the same day, Mr. and Mrs. Li returned to Beijing with peace of mind, while Old Man Li stayed in Donghai for recuperation. This was Huabu Yi's suggestion, saying that the environment in Donghai is nourishing and far better than Beijing.

  Farewell to Li Lao, Hua Bu Yi invited Zhang Jun to his resting guest room. This room was different from the others, decorated very simply, with only necessary furniture and no other decorations, not even a bed.

  A bamboo table, two bamboo chairs, Zhang and Hua sat facing each other. On the table was a set of tea utensils, the wrapping looked very old, with a strong antique flavor. The tea was top-grade West Lake Longjing, something ordinary people couldn't buy even if they had money.

  First pouring Zhang Jun a cup of tea, Hua Bu Yi smiled slightly and said: "I don't know if you've made up your mind yet."

  He who knew nothing about tea, drank it all in one gulp, with the spirit of burning his lute and cooking his crane, then said: "I've got it, I want to follow Mr. Hua to learn medicine."

  Hua Buqi smiled and said: "Good, very good."

  He said two good things and then said: "Zhang Jun, what doubts do you have in your heart? You can ask me now."

  Zhang Jun's heart indeed hid many questions, and he said: "Zhang Wu once told me that Mr. Hua has more than just medical skills, and combined with what I saw and heard today, it makes people feel even stranger."

  Hua Bu Yi: "When I practice medicine, I rarely charge a consultation fee. Instead, I ask patients to do some tasks for me as a substitute."

  Zhang Jun nodded: "I understand that letting people do things is actually more valuable than receiving a diagnosis fee. But no matter how many things one person has, it's not possible to need someone to do them every day, right?"

  "There are some things that you shouldn't know until the time is right." Hua Bu Yi surprisingly revealed a hint of worry, but it was unclear what he was worried about.

  He naturally didn't ask any more questions and said another thing: "Mr. Hua, what is Zhang Wu to you?"

  "Zhang Wu almost died several times and was saved by me, so he is willing to serve me. I am not in Donghai for most of the time, and I don't meet Zhang Wu often."

  Zhang Jun nodded and said seriously: "There's still one more question, Master, when will you officially accept me as your apprentice?"

  Hua Buqi smiled and said, "It's easy to take on a disciple, but it's hard to teach them the skills. This matter is of great importance, as a master I need to prepare for a period of time, pave the way for your future, and incidentally deal with some unfinished business."

  Zhang Jun was very surprised, he thought that Hua Buqi would accept an apprentice today, but didn't expect the time to be greatly postponed.

  The two masters talked for a while, and Zhang Jun brought up the strange things that had happened to Zhuang Lele. When he mentioned Master Sun, Hua Bu Yi's eyes gleamed with cold light, saying: "I didn't think this evil creature was still alive."

  Zhang Junyi was taken aback: "Master knows Sun Wuji?" He had already referred to himself as a disciple, and every time he opened his mouth, he called him Master.

  Hua Bu Yi: "Sun Wuji is a disciple that my old friend took in early on, but this person's heart is not right, his actions are ruthless, and he has done many evil deeds. My old friend abolished his cultivation and expelled him from the sect, never expecting him to cause trouble in the Eastern Sea. The girl you're talking about must have been afflicted by Sun Wuji's curse, which led to her falling ill like that. Luckily, you have some skills and unknowingly cured her."

  Zhang Junqi said: "Since Sun Wuji's master has already abolished his cultivation, how can he still run out and do evil?"

  "It doesn't matter if your cultivation is ruined, it can be restored. There's nothing to worry about." Huabu Yi said, "As a master, I'm only worried that you'll carelessly break Sun Wuji's formation and invite his crazy revenge. Alas, as a master, I have to take a trip myself to help you block this disaster."