Chapter 3 Putting in Needles Like a God (2/2)

Old Feng, who was standing by the side got so agitated that he kept rubbing his hands and could not help muttering to himself, ”Upper Finger, Eight-Inch Needle, I am finally going to see them! And it's using the Eight-Inch Needle to stimulate the Chong Channel. Chong Channel is within the body, and is the most miraculous one out of the eight extra-channels. Someone can actually treat illnesses through stimulating Chong Channel, and I'm really...”

”You shut up!” Liu Feng turned around vehemently, glaring at Old Feng and saying, ”Later I am going to perform the Eight-Inch Needle. If you would dare to get so worked up, be careful, or I will throw you out of the window.”

”Yes, yes, yes. I'm only watching. I promise to be quiet.” The way that Old Feng was speaking sounded like a primary school student who was respectful towards his teacher.

Liu Feng nodded his head, satisfied. Later, he raised his hand and cast the blanket covering Yang Shiwen aside.

This first young lady Yang's body wore soft pyjamas made of yarn. Six buttons were all buckled and looked very conservative. But even so, her appealing chest and small slim waist revealed superb body curves.

Liu Feng raised his hand and undid the first three buttons under Yang Shiwen's chest, revealing a touch of tender white and two upturned arcs.

”Her breasts are a bit large and so springy that it's hard to put my needle in,” Liu Feng muttered in a small voice, his right hand picking up one Eight-Inch golden needle into his hand.

At this time, the two specialist-level doctors were watching Liu Feng intently. Yang Ding also looked at Liu Feng intently. The two bodyguards also looked intently, but hearing Liu Feng's words, the several of them almost spewed out their old blood.

But after Liu Feng pulled out three-inch of the eight-inch needle, the needlepoint facing Yang Shiwen's heart nest, everyone's concentration powers once again focused upon Liu Feng's movements.

Grumble!

At this very moment, Old Feng and Yang Ding swallowed a mouthful of saliva at the same time; one of them was overly agitated, while the other was overly nervous.

But no one could have thought that Liu Feng's next movement was actually raising his left fist, which hammered down on Yang Shiwen's left breast.

Ping!

Everyone there who saw this scene almost had their eyes rolling out from their sockets and thought, ”D*mn it. You don't put the needle down, but do hammer down on the family's first young lady's breast. Aren't you too unprofessional?”

That was right, Liu Feng's blow thrashed squarely on Yang Shiwen's chest. This force behind his blow was powerful and the Yang's first young lady's full doublets were wobbling ferociously under the chiffon.

What's more exaggerating was, after Liu Feng's blow, his right hand fell abruptly and plunged the eight-inch golden needle into Yang Shiwen's heart nest.

Puff!

The golden needlepoint pierced the skin with a crisp sound that resounded in the extremely quiet room. The scarier thing was that this was an eight-inch needle, which was actually plunged deep by Liu Feng. Only less than two-inches of needle tail remained outside of Yang Shiwen's skin.

”Shiwen!”

This time Yang Ding screamed. If not for specially believing in Liu Feng that lecherous uncle, this Chairman of the Dingsheng Group could have rushed forwards to battle it out with Liu Feng.

”Yang Chairman, don't worry.” Old Feng hurriedly explained in a small voice. ”That voice was plunged expertly, the first young lady would not be in trouble?”

Oh?

Yang Ding turned his head to look at Old Feng, his eyes filled with questioning.

Old Feng continued to say in a small voice, ”If Mr. Liu put the needle under normal circumstances, this needle would pierce the muscle below the first young lady's heart. His earlier punch was to stimulate her heart. Under the sudden blow, it would let the heart shrink on its own voluntarily. At that moment when the heart shrinks voluntarily, the eight-inch needle would be able to dodge the heart muscle, piercing straight reaching the inner parts of the body and through the Chong Channel.”

Oh!

After Old Feng's explanations, Yang Ding understood and even said in a small voice, ”Having mastered the needle skill to such a high level, there must be few who have mastered such levels in Chinese medicine.”

”Heh heh! It's rarer than that...”

Old Feng coughed dryly and said, ”In the whole Chinese race, people who can master such needle insertion techniques are less than the count of my five fingers, I'm afraid. I can responsibly say that this is a god-like needle skill!”