Chapter 2 Upper Finger, Eight-Inch Needle (2/2)
Even if people had entered the room, this Yang Shiwen, the first young lady did not open her eyes; it was not clear if she was still asleep, or in a state of coma.
”I'm going!”
When Liu Feng saw Yang Shiwen, he also raised his eyebrows. ”Old Yang, your daughter's forehead is raised to the point of sharpness, her nose bridge pinched to sharpness, and her chin sharper than flint. Such looks, on the streets, would cause her to be liked by everyone and be called a super goddess. But these three sharp lines when aligned, would cause a look of beauty with a short-lived life. She can only live at most till 20 years old.”
Huh！
Hearing Liu Feng's words, Yang Ding's expression turned into stone in a fleeting moment and his whole body turned stiff. Looking as if she was in a state of deep slumber, the corner of Yang Shiwen's eyes seemed to twitch a little.
”Chey! Nonsense. Are you here to heal, or to tell fortune?”
”If you can't do it, then say it clearly. Don't come up with all these scientific fluff. It's simply even more ridiculous than traditional Chinese medicine.”
The two specialist-level doctors who followed found another point to attack Liu Feng again this time, jibing him with sarcasm one after the other. Just now, Liu Feng had demolished their credibility; these two world-renowned doctors were suppressing their anger and wanted to find a chance to strike Liu Feng properly down in front of Yang Ding.
”You to shut your mouths!” But only, Yang Ding, who looked sulkiest suddenly turned his head and spoke very sternly to those two specialist-level doctors and hollered, clearing his lungs.
These two famous doctors were scared to the point of shrinking their necks; Yang Ding, being the wealthiest man in Dong Hai City had managed Dingsheng Group for near twenty years and definitely possessed an authority that no ordinary man could understand—if he were to truly explode in anger, it would be terrifying.
After roaring at these two doctors, Yang Ding immediately got up, and in an earnest tone spoke to Liu Feng, ”Mr. Liu, in the beginning, your uncle, the old man Teacher had also read my daughter Shiwen's fortune, saying she would have a short life and also mentioned the limit of twenty years. Mr. Liu please, you must save Shiwen!”
”You don't have to say it, since I am already here, your daughter will definitely not die.” Liu Feng sat by the bed's side and grabbed Shiwen's hand, locking her pulse, and added, ”At least I don't let her die at this illness.”
When Liu Feng started to take Yang Shiwen's pulse, his whole disposition changed. His mirthful expression vanished instantly and was replaced by seriousness. His sharp eyebrows arched faintly and his whole being radiated an imposing manner that made one rise in respect.
What was more attention-grabbing was how when Liu Feng was taking the pulse, his index and middle fingers tapping on Yang Shiwen's snow-white wrist, the ring and little fingers tapping on the skin of her arm rhythmically, which actually played a divine sounding rhythm.
Yang Ding looked at Liu Feng unblinkingly, his eyes filled with expectancy.
These two specialist-level doctors were also looking at Liu Feng at this point. They still naturally wanted to see Liu Feng become a laughing stock.
But only, after seeing a short time, that Chinese doctor who was called ”Old Feng” suddenly exclaimed, ”Upper Finger, this Mr. Liu, your pulse-taking technique is actually Upper Finger?”
This sound of exclamation made the other doctor beside him jump in shock and even Yang Ding turned around to look at Old Feng.
”Hey! You can still recognize the Upper Finger technique, looks like you have some knowledge!” Liu Feng was still taking pulse for Yang Shiwen, the Upper Finger finger technique's rhythm clearly in no mess.
”Yes, yes, I have heard before, Mr. Liu, I apologize to you.” Old Feng respectfully bowed towards Liu Feng and said earnestly, ”Someone who can exercise the Upper Middle technique must have a medical ability that I definitely cannot catch up to; I was rude just now.”
”Yes!”
Liu Feng calmly answered.
”Old Feng, what's the Upper Finger?” Yang Ding asked curiously.
”It's a very miraculous finger technique of the Traditional Chinese Medicine world. Mr. Yang, you see...” Old Feng explained patiently. First young lady's arm was rhythmically tapped on by Mr. Liu's ring and little finger, and almost surfaced layers of ripples like wind caressing the water surface.”
”Hey! It's really the case! How could it be so miraculous?” Yang Ding's face revealed shock.
”I don't know the rough meaning because the Upper Finger is a technique mentioned by the Chinese medicine's old manuscript. I only know the surface explanation! Guilty!” Old Feng said.
This time, Liu Feng took out a bag of needles from his waist and with a light flick, the cloth bag unfolded by the bedside, revealing the eleven silver and two golden needles inside.
Several people at the scene noticed Liu Feng's action, and when they saw the thirteen needles in the cloth bag, Old Feng almost jumped on the spot and again cried out, ”Eight-inch needle, my goodness! Am I dreaming? Not only did I see the Upper Finger technique today, but also the eight-inch needle!”