Under Tang Zhi’s astonished gaze, Xu Ze swiftly inserted the silver needles into the predetermined acupoints, ensuring each was at the proper depth.
Then, with his right thumb and index finger, he gently pinched one of the needles. Pressing the ring on his finger against the needle’s handle, he began rolling it softly, causing the needle to rotate left and right within the acupoint while occasionally lifting it slightly.
Strictly speaking, Xu Ze didn’t need to do this—his actions were merely a smokescreen. As long as the ring maintained contact with the needle, it could continuously deliver bioelectric stimulation through the handle, which was all that mattered.
He repeated this process for each needle, spending about ten seconds on each while covertly administering the bioelectric stimulation before moving to the next.
These acupoints were all effective for treating angina pectoris. With this bioelectric acupuncture therapy, Xu Ze was confident the angina attacks would be fully controlled within half a month. At most, a month would be enough to eliminate the condition entirely, ensuring no recurrence.
After stimulating each needle three or four times, fine beads of sweat began forming on Old Master Tang’s body. But unlike ordinary sweat, these droplets appeared slightly murky, as if mixed with grayish impurities.
Seeing this, Xu Ze began withdrawing the needles. Just as quickly as he had inserted them, he removed each one and returned them to the needle case before asking with a smile, “How do you feel, Old Master Tang?”
“My whole body feels a bit tingly, but it’s pleasant. Breaking a sweat like this makes me feel light and refreshed…” The old man sat up, flexed his limbs, and nodded in satisfaction.
“Good—that means it’s working. We’ll do another session tonight. Keep this up for a month, and you’ll be fine.” Xu Ze smiled inwardly. You’ve hit the jackpot this time. A month of bioelectric stimulation won’t just fix your angina—it’ll also detoxify your body and purge impurities, adding years to your life. You’re getting way more than you bargained for.
Checking the time, Xu Ze added, “Old Master Tang, why don’t you go shower first? Have your driver take me back, and I’ll return tonight.”
Seeing Xu Ze in a hurry, the old man didn’t insist on keeping him. With a warm smile, he said, “Very well. Thank you for your hard work, Xu Ze. I’ll trouble you again tonight.”
Tang Zhi escorted Xu Ze down the mountain. In the car, he turned to him with sincere gratitude. “Xu Ze, I never realized you were this skilled. Not only is your acupoint precision flawless, but your technique—combined with that internal energy of yours—seems to have a mild marrow-cleansing effect. I even noticed those impurities expelled from Old Master Tang’s body. Thank you so much.”
“Oh? You recognized that?” Xu Ze glanced at him in surprise.
Tang Zhi nodded with a smile. “When I was young, I once saw my great-grandfather use internal energy and medicinal herbs to perform marrow-cleansing for my younger cousin. Back then, he also broke out in grayish sweat—though my cousin’s was far more profuse and almost entirely gray.”
“Wait… You can achieve marrow-cleansing with just internal energy and herbs?” Xu Ze was stunned. If Tang Zhi was telling the truth—that the sweat was entirely gray and copious—then the effect was only slightly inferior to his own genetic optimization. Could these so-called “internal energy techniques” really be that potent?
Noticing his astonishment, Tang Zhi chuckled. “It’s not that simple. My great-grandfather was the only one in all the major martial families to reach the Heavenly Rank. On top of that, he used rare century-old spirit herbs to pull it off. Even then, he needed over a year to recover afterward.”
His expression turned somber. “After my great-grandfather passed away fifteen years ago, no one in the martial world has reached that level. The marrow-cleansing technique has been lost—no one today possesses that ability.”
“Your method, while not a true marrow-cleansing, undoubtedly benefits the body greatly. Old Master Tang has gained immensely from this.” He shot Xu Ze a grateful look.
Xu Ze smiled faintly. “Old Master Tang is a man of great virtue and has treated me as a dear friend. This was just a small favor—hardly worth mentioning.”
His humble, unassuming demeanor left Tang Zhi quietly impressed.
When the car dropped Xu Ze off at the university gates, he headed straight for the clinic. Since he had to return to Old Master Tang’s that evening, he figured he should at least put in an afternoon shift—skipping the whole day wouldn’t look good.
Lately, Xu Ze had noticed that Zhao Qilong’s presence had lightened his workload considerably. While the guy was somewhat irritating, his overall contribution was more boon than bane.
Entering the clinic, he saw Old Man Zhang and Zhao Qilong examining a patient—likely a case of pneumonia. Seeing no need to intervene, Xu Ze slipped into the injection room to assist Nurse Luo.
With an extra doctor around, the nursing staff was stretched thin. Nurse Luo had her hands full, so Xu Ze had shifted much of his focus to supporting her.
Old Man Zhang was quite pleased with Xu Ze’s performance. Since he could handle most routine cases independently, Zhang left him to help in the injection room unless an unusual or instructive case came along.
Just as Xu Ze donned his white coat, Nurse Luo handed him a tray with a relieved smile. “Perfect timing, A’Ze! Take over these injections—I’m swamped!”
Nodding, he accepted the tray, scanned the injection orders, and began calling patients.
The first was a delicate, pretty young woman who blushed upon seeing him, as if she recognized him. When Xu Ze called her name, she answered softly and followed him behind the privacy curtain.
Watching her fidget as she lowered her pants, Xu Ze’s cheeks warmed. When she finally exposed one smooth, jade-like buttock, his pulse quickened involuntarily.
Suppressing the flutter in his chest, he steadied his breathing, pressed a hand to her soft skin, and administered the shot before exhaling quietly.
As he turned to leave, the girl murmured shyly, “Xu Ze… you really work here?”
“Ah… yes.” He stifled a sigh and turned back with a polite smile. “Are you from Xing University too?”
“Mhm. I’m a sophomore—Zhu Ling.” Her bright eyes sparkled as she hesitated before adding, “Your injections don’t hurt at all… Can I come back tomorrow and ask for you again?”
Xu Ze nearly groaned. Over the past weeks, countless female students had used the same excuse to seek him out. Here we go again…
But faced with her hopeful, guileless gaze, he could only nod. “Of course. As long as I’m here, no problem.”
After all, who hadn’t once yearned for someone out of their league? He’d been no different.
