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The art of Qi Huang in the “Classic of Harmonizing Yin and Yang” contains a chapter on acupuncture, named “Yin Yang Five Elements Needles.”

The “Yin Yang Five Elements Needles” includes seven basic needle techniques, as well as forty-nine different variations.

The needle techniques derived from it are even more numerous.

And the technique used by Greg Jensen was the most famous among them, Crossing the Catastrophe with Thirteen Needles.

After inserting thirteen silver needles into Alfred Webb’s body in succession, he circulated True Qi along a special route and then swept single-handedly over the tails of the silver needles.

The thirteen silver needles emitted a buzzing sound, with their tails trembling at a speed invisible to the naked eye.

Alfred Webb had been sick for a long time, and moreover, Crossing the Catastrophe with Thirteen Needles was extremely exhausting of True Qi. After completing the set of movements, beads of sweat had already formed on Greg Jensen’s forehead.

He sat exhausted on a chair, breathing heavily.

Lois Abbott was not heartless. Seeing him like this, she couldn’t help but worry.

“Are you all right?”

Greg Jensen shook his head and managed to squeeze out a weak smile.

Seeing this, Lois Abbott was greatly moved and hurriedly fetched a hot towel to hand to Greg Jensen.

“Wipe your sweat.”

Greg Jensen raised his head, looking at her with a grin, “What’s the matter? Feeling sorry for me?”

Lois Abbott frowned and snorted coldly, “Like hell I feel sorry for you.”

“Hehe.”

Greg Jensen chuckled and didn’t take her bait.

Heather Crowe pursed her lips, glanced at Alfred Webb who was still unconscious, and said with a frown:

“Greg Jensen, is it? Are you capable or not? Why hasn’t our Alfred woken up yet?”

Lois Abbott frowned and said, “What are you rushing for, can’t you see how tired Greg Jensen is?”

“Lois, I’m just asking. The one lying in the bed is your dad, how can you still speak up for a stranger?”

“I’m standing up for what’s right!”

Watching the two quarrel, Greg Jensen couldn’t help but chuckle to himself. It seemed this trip wasn’t in vain, at least Lois Abbott’s attitude towards him had changed.

He coughed lightly, looking somewhat weary, “Lois, stop arguing. I’m going to remove the needles from your uncle now. Once the needles are out, he should wake up.”

“Then what are we waiting for, hurry up!” urged Heather Crowe.

Lois Abbott gave her a cold glance and then turned to Greg Jensen, “Maybe you should rest a little longer.”

“It’s fine, I’ve rested enough.”

Greg Jensen wobbled to his feet, one hand supporting the head of the bed while the other began to remove the needles from Alfred Webb.

Seeing this, Lois Abbott’s heart was so touched that tears came to her eyes, and she quickly went over to support Greg Jensen.

Wafts of fragrance drifted over…

And so Greg Jensen’s forehead sweat even more, and his breathing grew heavier.

After a while, all the silver needles were finally removed, and Greg Jensen collapsed into the chair as if all strength had left him.

“You should rest for a while!”

Lois Abbott said and was about to let go, but Greg Jensen, as if unable to stay upright, leaned into her arms.

So soft!

Greg Jensen was overjoyed inside and even deliberately shifted to a more comfortable position.

“Cough cough…”

At that moment, a soft cough sounded, and Greg Jensen’s body sprang up as if on springs, sitting upright.

“Dad, are you awake?”

Hearing the cough, Lois Abbott let go of Greg Jensen and ran to the bedside, taking Alfred Webb’s hand.

Seeing this, Heather Crowe also hurried over, her voice filled with a sobbing tone, “Alfred, how are you feeling?”

Under their watchful gaze, Alfred Webb slowly opened his eyes, although his gaze was still a bit vacant. It took a good while before he regained clarity.

“What… what happened to me?”

“Dad, you’ve finally woken up!”

Lois was so excited she was nearly in tears, and Heather Crowe also looked genuinely happy.

This time, she didn’t play the opposite role to Lois; instead, she directly said,

“It was Lois who found a Divine Doctor to save you. Thank goodness for Greg Divine Doctor, or else…”

As she spoke, Heather Crowe, who had just had a cold expression, suddenly started to cry.

Seeing her like that, Lois felt annoyed and said sarcastically, “Just now, you were calling Greg a liar, but now he’s a Divine Doctor?”

“Uh…”

Heather Crowe’s crying stopped abruptly, and she opened her mouth awkwardly, unsure of what to say.

Alfred Webb frowned and said sternly, “Lois, you must not be rude to your mother!”

Lois responded coldly, “But that’s true. Just now, she even wanted Brandon Brent’s people to treat you.”

Hearing this, Alfred Webb’s face changed slightly, and he glared at Heather Crowe, saying in a deep voice,

“You have no brains. Brandon Brent would wish for my early death, and you dare to let him treat me?”

“I… I was just panicked and didn’t think much,” Heather Crowe said in a low voice.

Alfred Webb glared at her again and snorted, “You should apologize to Greg Divine Doctor right away!”

“I…”

Despite Heather Crowe’s obvious reluctance, she still turned to Greg and said, “Divine Doctor Greg, I apologize, I was blind earlier.”

“Aunt, please don’t say that.”

Although Greg really disliked Heather Crowe, he didn’t want to show it in front of Alfred Webb, and so he perfunctorily responded and went back to checking Alfred Webb’s pulse.

As Alfred Webb watched Greg, a hint of surprise appeared in his eyes.

“Mr. Greg, how long have you been studying medicine?”

“Not very long.”

Alfred Webb laughed heartily and praised, “Ha ha, Mr. Greg, you’re far too modest.”

Modest?

The corners of Greg’s mouth curled up slightly, and he held back his laughter while continuing to check the pulse.

If Alfred Webb knew he was Greg’s first patient, it makes one wonder what he would think.

“Alright, there’s no major issue.”

Greg smiled and said, “I’ve written a prescription for you, and Lois has already bought the herbal medicine. Let’s try it for a month and see how it goes.

In the meantime, you should pay attention to your diet and avoid alcohol, spicy food, and high-sugar, high-salt foods.”

Heather Crowe asked curiously, “Shouldn’t one eat less greasy food after a cerebral infarction?”

“Hehe, that’s just hyped up. The real vascular assassins are actually sugar and salt.”

Gazing at her, Greg’s smile contained a trace of disdain, leaving Heather Crowe irritated but afraid to lash out.

“Divine Doctor Greg, I really can’t thank you enough.”

Alfred Webb turned to Heather Crowe and instructed, “Go, bring Divine Doctor Greg two hundred thousand in cash.”

“Okay.”

Heather Crowe nodded and then left the room.

When Greg heard Alfred Webb was going to give him so much money, he immediately felt delighted, yet he still said,

“There’s no need for money, I’m good friends with Lois, and besides, this is too much.”

Though his words said “no need,” his body was honest, and he couldn’t help but glance towards the doorway.

Seeing Heather Crowe walking in with two bundles of cash, his eyes lit up again.

Alfred Webb laughed and said, “Friends should indeed be paid, affection aside, compensation must not be lacking.”

Lois also chimed in, “Greg, if my dad is giving it to you, just take it. You deserve it.”

Unable to refuse further, Greg accepted the money.

After exchanging a few more pleasantries, Lois said, “Greg, it’s already dark outside, shall I drive you home?”

Greg nodded, “Sure.”

As the two of them left, Lois was about to get into the car when Greg asked, “Do you really plan to drive me home?”