Chapter 100 — Stepping In to Save a Life
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Wei Zhao looked at Liu Tianyi and decided that the man was at least sincere, and that slap he had dealt his wife just now had been man enough. Only then did Wei Zhao slowly nod. "I'll give it a try."
If the old man died, it would have nothing to do with Wang Xinyan—but judging by the look of this shrew, there would be no end of trouble to follow. The only way to free Wang Xinyan from this mess completely was to keep the old man from dying.
Wei Zhao crouched down and appeared to casually rub his fingers back and forth over several points on the old man's body, then began kneading and pressing around the heart. This art of acupoint striking and massage had been handed down to him by his own master; it could promote the circulation of blood. But whether it would be of any use to this old man, he had no idea...
Perhaps even his master would never have imagined that the acupoint skills he taught for killing would be used by his disciple to save a life...
If only he had silver needles. The old man at home was a master physician and had passed on to him a peerless skill in acupuncture—but Wei Zhao's trade was killing, not healing, and so he did not carry a case of silver needles on him.
"Boy, no matter how long you keep rubbing, it's useless. This man is half dead already. Before your massage can take effect, he'll have croaked." Suddenly, Jiaoyazi's scornful voice came to Wei Zhao's ear.
"Elder Jiao? You have a way?" Wei Zhao was delighted at once. In truth, he had been uneasy. Old Man Wei's medical skill was exquisite, but much of emergency treatment required silver needles, and it also depended on the symptoms. If the old man had only just fallen ill, Wei Zhao would have been confident of saving him. But by now the attack had been going on for some time, and Wei Zhao could only treat a dead horse as a live one.
"Hmph. You've cultivated the Xuanyuan Dragon-Slaying Art for ten years—was it all for nothing?" Jiaoyazi gave a cold snort. "The energy you've drawn into your body—just separate out a tiny bit and inject it into this old man's heart muscle, to restore and strengthen the blood supply. That will improve his present condition."
"Inject energy directly?" Wei Zhao was stunned. This was something he had never considered. He had always assumed that the energy elements he drew into his body were of use only to himself, because he had cultivated the Xuanyuan Dragon-Slaying Art—and that such energy elements were of no use to anyone else. "He has never cultivated the Xuanyuan Dragon-Slaying Art. Will this energy element even work on him?"
Wei Zhao knew that this energy element was remarkably effective at strengthening the body's tissues and functions, but without the corresponding cultivation formula and oral instructions, would it be of any use?
"He's never trained, so he can't absorb energy elements himself. But what you channel into him, he can receive." Jiao Yazi explained: "Boy, don't tell me you don't even understand a principle as simple as that?"
"This..." Wei Zhao's face flushed red. He truly did not understand these things. Old Man Wei did not know the Xuanyuan Dragon-Slaying Formula either; Wei Zhao had trained entirely on his own, head down and alone, with not a single person to consult.
"Run the heart formula and oral instructions over this old man's Dadun acupoint, and the energy elements will automatically be released and transmitted into him." Jiao Yazi said: "If you don't want him to die, you'd best start right now."
"Yes." Wei Zhao's heart gave a jolt, and he hurriedly carried out Jiao Yazi's instructions, administering aid to the old man. As for the Dadun acupoint, Wei Zhao had been made to study and identify acupoints under his master's supervision since childhood, and he was familiar with them beyond any doubt.