Chapter 18: Uncle Master!

However, Lin Yuan seemed not to hear him. He held his breath, focused his mind, utterly undistracted. Each hand gripped a golden needle, simultaneously piercing two acupoints that lay far apart. With precise control, both hands manipulated the needles in perfect unison, not daring to let a single thought stray.

In that moment, Lin Yuan’s aura shifted dramatically. The seriousness in his demeanor made him impervious to any external influence.

“This is... the Nine Heavens Needles!” Mo Fuqing's face was filled with shock.

“Stop at once! Who permitted you to touch the patient?” Yi Tianming rushed forward, shoving at Lin Yuan. Yet before his hand could make contact, a wave of energy repelled him.

Yi Tianming staggered back several steps, only to halt when he collided with the wall. His heart raced wildly, terror freezing his face.

“Doctor Yi, what happened?” the crowd asked in confusion.

“What? He released true energy? Could he be a master of the profound level?” murmured someone. “Wait, golden needles, Nine Heavens…”

Only Mo Fuqing discerned the truth, recalling what his master had once mentioned about a certain person.

After a long while, Lin Yuan exhaled deeply. “It’s done. Now I’ll write a prescription; hurry and fetch the medicine.”

He pulled out paper and pen, swiftly wrote out a prescription, and handed it to Jin Yue.

“Master Mo, what do you think?” Jin Yue looked to Mo Fuqing for guidance.

“Let me see.” Mo Fuqing took the prescription, glanced over it, and was instantly moved. “It is unmistakably his style!”

“Master Mo, I told you he was a charlatan. Isn’t this prescription nonsense?” Yi Tianming sneered, pointing at Lin Yuan in anger. “What do you have to say for yourself?”

Lin Yuan’s face remained expressionless as he glanced at the Jin family. They too made no response, all tacitly looking toward Mo Fuqing.

Disappointed, Lin Yuan said, “If you don’t believe me, so be it. Farewell.”

“Wait!” Mo Fuqing, overwhelmed with emotion, knelt before Lin Yuan and bowed deeply. “Disciple pays his respects to Uncle Master!”

At these words, everyone was stunned.

The entire Jin family gaped in astonishment. Ye Peilan was frozen, unable to believe what she saw. Yi Tianming’s team stood dumbfounded.

“Master Mo, could you be mistaken? He’s so young—how could he possibly be your uncle master?” Yi Tianming refused to accept it. If it were true, wouldn’t he appear a fool? He had repeatedly called Lin Yuan a fraud, only to discover he was the uncle master of a national physician grandmaster!

“No mistake. He is my uncle master!” Mo Fuqing declared with absolute certainty.

“But—but that’s impossible. He’s so young—how could he possibly be your uncle master? Impossible…” Yi Tianming stammered incoherently.

Lin Yuan seemed to recall something and asked, “Your master—is he Elder Li Qing?”

“Yes, Uncle Master. My teacher was once the disciple of Daoist Wuyai, learning medicine and then passing the knowledge to me. But my master often spoke of a certain needle technique, one he himself only fully understood thirty percent of. Today, upon seeing it, I knew it was you, Uncle Master!”

“I never imagined you would master the Nine Heavens Needles at such a young age, and your skill with prescriptions is so refined—your medical prowess rivals that of my teacher!”

At this moment, even this grandmaster of national medicine was utterly convinced and admiring.

“It’s nothing. Medicine is but a minor art,” Lin Yuan waved his hand dismissively.

Yi Tianming nearly choked with rage. Such arrogance! What he had painstakingly studied was, in Lin Yuan’s eyes, a trivial art!

Upon learning Lin Yuan’s identity, Jin Yue immediately dispatched someone to fetch the medicine.

Mo Fuqing rubbed his hands together, smiling, “Um, Uncle Master, are you residing in Binhai?”

“Yes, temporarily. But I currently have nowhere to stay. I intend to buy a house soon,” Lin Yuan replied after a moment’s thought.

“That’s splendid! Since you’ve come down from the mountain, I’ll be sure to honor you often,” Mo Fuqing said, eager to trouble him frequently and ask questions whenever he encountered difficulties. The thought that his medical skills could improve further filled him with excitement.

“No need. There’s nothing for you to honor me. Besides, you’re always traveling abroad to treat world leaders—surely you’re busy enough,” Lin Yuan replied with a wry smile.

“It’s only right, Uncle Master. Please don’t refuse,” Mo Fuqing insisted. There was no chance he would let this opportunity for learning slip away.

“Master Lin, you’re buying property?” Jin Yue asked.

“Yes, why?” Lin Yuan nodded, looking at him.

“Our Jin family is in real estate development. I own several houses in the Yuehai Villa District, the first of which is the most luxurious. I wish to gift it to you, Master Lin.”

He called to his butler, “Bring the key to Number One, and immediately arrange for the transfer of ownership to Master Lin.”

Then Jin Yue produced a black bank card and handed it over. “Master Lin, there are fifty million in this card, a small token of my respect.”

Lin Yuan did not accept it. “Your father’s illness is not cured yet; there’s no need to pay in advance.”

“No, no. This is just a token of respect. Once my father recovers, I’ll pay another fifty million as treatment fee,” Jin Yue said, bowing and offering the card with both hands.

“Very well. I won’t refuse. Your grandfather’s illness will require some time; I’ll adjust the prescription regularly and coordinate it with acupuncture,” Lin Yuan said, accepting without further ceremony.

Soon, the keys were delivered as well.

Yi Tianming watched with jealous eyes. All this wealth and honor should have belonged to him! Now, Lin Yuan had seized it all. He was furious!

Unnoticed, they chatted for nearly an hour. Mo Fuqing asked about his doubts, and, receiving Lin Yuan’s answers, was as joyful as a child. The others looked on in amazement.

Just then, the decoction was prepared and brought over. The servants helped Elder Jin drink it slowly.

Yi Tianming wore a grave expression. “Lin Yuan, I saw your prescription includes ephedra and aconite, both toxic substances. If Elder Jin suffers any harm from it, can you bear the responsibility?”

Mo Fuqing frowned. “Are you doubting my uncle master’s abilities?”

“Master Mo, I don’t doubt your skill. I just don’t trust him. I can’t believe his prescription could cure a disease like lung cancer!” Yi Tianming said coldly, pointing at Lin Yuan.

Suddenly, Elder Jin began to cough violently.

“Not good!” Yi Tianming’s face changed. “Quick, bring the respirator, prepare the serum—Elder Jin is poisoned!”

His whole team’s faces changed, springing into action.

“Wait!” Mo Fuqing intervened.

“Master Mo, what do you mean? Elder Jin’s condition is critical—if we don’t treat him now, he’ll die!” Yi Tianming shouted in anger.

Elder Jin coughed so violently it seemed his ribs might break.

“Quick, sedatives!” Yi Tianming, in desperation, prepared the medication.

Lin Yuan strode over, and with a swift motion, inserted a needle into Elder Jin’s Fenglong acupoint.

“Cough, cough... cough, ptooey!” Elder Jin coughed a few more times, spat out a blood clot, and immediately breathed easier, feeling much lighter.

“Thank you, Master Lin!” he exclaimed.

“What? How—how is that possible!” Yi Tianming was stunned, his face awkward in the extreme.

His entire team, moments before busy, now froze as if transformed into clowns, their efforts rendered pointless and laughable.

“For three years, I’ve never felt so unburdened. Master Lin, you are truly miraculous!” Elder Jin laughed heartily.

“Amazing!” Even Ye Peilan’s gaze at Lin Yuan changed.

Overturning the cup and curing the illness—an achievement said to be possible only for the Sage of Medicine.