Zhou Yichen simply fled, leaving the rest standing frozen, especially the three girls—Mi Xue among them—whose eyes held undisguised disbelief. Was this truly the student union president, the usually so dashing Zhou Yichen?

After causing such trouble, he had just run off, shirking every shred of responsibility. Due to this abrupt departure, both Gu Cheng and Mi Xue completely forgot Zhang Yang’s earlier instructions and remained motionless.

“He can’t get away, we can’t let him go!” After Zhou Yichen had run a short distance, Boss Zhou finally snapped out of his stupor, snatching up his shovel and making to chase after him. Hu Xin followed close behind, his face a mask of indignation, eager to join Boss Zhou in pursuit.

“Everyone stand down! What’s the panic?

Brother Zhou, your wife is in labor—who is more important, her or that person?” Zhang Yang let out a sudden, sharp command. This shout carried a trace of his ancestral qigong, instantly silencing everyone present.

“Gu Cheng, make a call. Mi Xue, fetch the needles!” Zhang Yang looked up briefly, issuing the faint instructions as his hand remained pressed firmly on Mrs.

Zhou’s shoulder, continuously stimulating her pressure points to ease her agony. Thanks to Zhang Yang’s intervention, Mrs.

Zhou’s piercing screams had subsided somewhat. Gu Cheng and Mi Xue sprang into action, quickly following Zhang Yang’s orders.

Since the small eatery had no phone, Gu Cheng dashed out to find a public payphone. As they exited, Zhang Yang turned to the shop owner: “Brother Zhou, find me a candle, and a bowl of boiling water!” “I’ll get it right away!” Boss Zhou had completely lost his bearings; at this point, he would obey anything Zhang Yang said, rushing off to find the candle and water.

Adjacent to Fallen Street were many cheap tenement rooms, mostly rented by students. With so many students around, there was naturally no shortage of convenience stores.

Before long, Mi Xue returned with several embroidery needles, beating Gu Cheng back from his phone call. “Zhang Yang, the needles!” Mi Xue handed the needles over, her face still etched with tension.

Truthfully, she had no idea what the needles were for, but she acted purely out of a deep-seated trust in Zhang Yang. Yet, she harbored a distinct premonition: Zhang Yang would surely save Mrs.

Zhou and resolve this crisis. She had witnessed an absolute confidence radiating from him just moments before.

“The candle is here, and the water!” Boss Zhou returned with the items. Zhang Yang lit the candle and began gently toasting two slender embroidery needles.

The restaurant was rudimentary, lacking the sterile equipment of a hospital. This crude method was all he had for sterilization.

To protect the fetus without medication, Zhang Yang’s only recourse was the technique of acupoint needling. By this time, Gu Cheng had also returned.

The ambulance was en route, and they had been advised to move the patient to a more open area if possible, as Fallen Street’s alley was too narrow for the vehicle to enter. Zhang Yang offered no verbal response to Gu Cheng’s relayed message, merely offering a slight nod.

Moments later, the needles were sterilized. Zhang Yang picked up one and swiftly plunged it into the Hegu point, located between Mrs.

Zhou’s thumb and index finger. A third of the embroidery needle disappeared instantly.

The few people watching felt their hearts leap into their throats. None of them had ever seen Zhang Yang employ such skill, nor did they know if this action would even be effective.

Only Gu Cheng’s eyes flickered with intense excitement; having witnessed Zhang Yang’s miraculous needling before, his faith was unshakable. However, any traditional Chinese medicine practitioner present would certainly disagree, perhaps even attempting to stop Zhang Yang.

While needling the Hegu point could alleviate pain, it was a point strictly forbidden for casual use on a pregnant woman. Zhang Yang’s direct insertion defied all conventional reasoning.

Once the needle was in place, Zhang Yang flicked it lightly. The embroidery needle began to vibrate intensely, the tremor lingering for a long time.

“Th-this, what’s happening?” Xiao Dai couldn't help but ask, having never witnessed needling performed this way, let alone with an embroidery needle. “It’s fine, this is just helping Mrs.

Zhou alleviate some of the pain,” Zhang Yang smiled faintly, shaking his head. He then took the second needle and, following the exact same procedure, inserted it into Mrs.

Zhou’s other hand, flicking it once more. Both needles now vibrated in unison.

Having completed this, Zhang Yang let out a slow, controlled breath. With these two needles inserted, the baby in Mrs.

Zhou’s womb would be safe. The next step was to follow the ambulance to the hospital for delivery.

“Blood, she’s bleeding!” Nannan suddenly shrieked. A pool of blood had indeed spread beneath Mrs.

Zhou. Seeing this, Boss Zhou, Mi Xue, and Xiao Dai all panicked anew.

Even Hu Xin and Gu Cheng looked utterly lost. Zhang Yang shook his head in resignation but immediately clarified: “Don’t panic.

This is normal ‘bloody show.’ It means the baby is coming very soon. This is entirely normal!” “Normal?

Zhang Yang, are you sure this is normal?” Boss Zhou asked anxiously. His concern had muddled his judgment, but Zhang Yang’s words immediately brought him a measure of relief.

At least he trusted Zhang Yang now. Moments ago, Mrs.

Zhou had been in obvious agony, screaming loudly; yet after Zhang Yang inserted just two needles, her cries ceased, and she lay as if asleep. Zhang Yang nodded firmly.

“Yes, I guarantee it is normal. Brother Zhou, Hu Xin, quickly find a stretcher.

We must get Mrs. Zhou to the ambulance waiting outside and rush her to the hospital!” Zhang Yang’s needles could stabilize the fetus, but only under his direct supervision; as soon as they were removed, the birth process would accelerate.

Getting Mrs. Zhou to the hospital for immediate delivery was now the most crucial course of action.

Trusting Zhang Yang’s assurance, the group ceased their panic and executed his instructions. Boss Zhou and Hu Xin dismantled a table and used a blanket to fashion a makeshift stretcher.

Mi Xue, Xiao Dai, and Nannan rushed to Mrs. Zhou’s side, ceaselessly wiping her face with the hot water—a task Zhang Yang had intended to do, but the three girls had preempted him.

Gu Cheng, being shorter, couldn't help with the lifting, so he ran outside to direct traffic. Fallen Street was too narrow, and a crowd had already gathered at the entrance, threatening to block the path.

Once preparations were complete, the men carefully lifted Mrs. Zhou onto the table and hurried towards the street entrance, where the ambulance waited.

After Mrs. Zhou was safely aboard the ambulance, Zhang Yang swiftly withdrew the two embroidery needles.

These couldn't possibly be seen by the hospital doctors; who knew what they would say? As the ambulance pulled away, everyone noticed they were slick with sweat.

“Zhang Yang, Mrs. Zhou will truly be alright, won’t she?” Snapping back to reality, Mi Xue couldn't help but ask about the preceding chaos.

Xiao Dai, Nannan, and Hu Xin immediately fixed their gazes on Zhang Yang. Mrs.

Zhou’s state had been terrifying—she had fallen and bled. Even though the screaming stopped after the needling, they couldn't shake a deep-seated unease.

They were unaware of Zhang Yang’s mysterious technique. Before Zhang Yang could answer, Gu Cheng jumped in: “She will be fine, absolutely!

Zhang Yang has intervened; they will both be safe and sound!” “How do you know?” Xiao Dai and Nannan asked simultaneously. Gu Cheng’s mouth dropped open; he hesitated, unsure if he should reveal what had happened at the hospital that morning.

“Gu Cheng is from my hometown. I actually knew some medical skills back there; he saw them, which is why he has such confidence in me,” Zhang Yang stated calmly.

His delivery was so natural that even Mi Xue and the others began to believe him, as Gu Cheng had indeed witnessed Zhang Yang’s medical prowess back home. “So that’s it!

Zhang Yang, you’ve been hiding quite a bit!” Hu Xin suddenly understood, slapping Zhang Yang lightly on the shoulder—though he was careful not to hit hard, given Zhang Yang’s existing injuries. “There simply hasn’t been a need until now.

But everyone must keep today’s events strictly confidential; I don’t want this becoming common knowledge,” Zhang Yang finished with a faint smile, appearing even more composed. Mi Xue looked at him, her eyes slightly distant.

Unconsciously, she compared the current Zhang Yang with the earlier Zhou Yichen. In that comparison, she realized that Zhou Yichen simply couldn't measure up to Zhang Yang in the slightest.

………………………… Third update, not keeping everyone waiting! Posting it now!

My sincere thanks to Brother KouDai for the fifty thousand flag-waving reward, making him the first Gate Lord of this book. Thanks also to Yan Hui Man for another generous reward of 5888, and to our old friends Wanzi, Ai GML, and Yingzi for their support.

Xiao Yu thanks you all!

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