90: He used his qi to control the needles, astonishing everyone present!

As Ye Chen's voice fell, the entire banquet hall fell into a deathly silence.

You could hear a pin drop.

Everyone, without exception, was so shocked that their eyes widened, their mouths hung open, and their minds were buzzing.

Remove the bullet casing?

Without opening the chest?

Non-invasive?

In the time it takes to drink a cup of tea?

Good grief!

Is he trying to act out a myth?!

After a brief, deathly silence, Academician Li was the first to slam his hand on the table and rise, his face flushed red.

"Absurd! This is simply absurd!"

"That bullet casing inside Zhou Weiguo's body is pressed right against the pericardial aorta, surrounded by nerves and blood vessels. The slightest carelessness will cause massive hemorrhaging, and even the gods couldn't save him!"

"Top experts from home and abroad determined decades ago that it could not be touched. You, a young man, just open your mouth and claim you can extract it right here?"

"Ridiculous! Absolutely ridiculous!"

The surrounding guests also came to their senses, and whispers rose like a tide.

"That's right... This sounds too mystical."

"Removing a bullet casing without opening the chest? Unheard of!"

"Zhou Weiguo's status is so noble; if something goes wrong, who can bear the responsibility?"

"It's understandable for a young man to want to make a name for himself, but this is too reckless..."

Doubt! Worry! Disbelief!

Endless voices of opposition surged toward Ye Chen like a tide.

Even Zhang Lu and Zhang Wuji looked hesitant at this moment...

They knew what Zhang Sansheng was holding the banquet for; it was nothing more than to help Ye Chen make a name for himself and gain a foothold here.

But... he couldn't just talk nonsense!

Zhang Wuji tugged at his grandfather's sleeve, lowering his voice: "Grandfather, this... isn't it too risky? What if..."

Zhang Sansheng flicked his sleeve and glared at him.

"What if what?"

"If Mr. Ye says he can extract it, then he definitely can!"

"I believe in him!"

The people around them were dumbfounded.

They all wondered if Zhang Sansheng had become senile.

Academician Li was trembling with anger: "Old Zhang! You're confused! These are two different things! How can one treat Zhou Weiguo's health as a joke?!"

Zhang Sansheng stiffened his neck, wanting to argue further.

Zhou Weiguo, who had been silent all along, suddenly smiled.

He raised his hand and pressed down gently.

The noise in the hall instantly subsided.

Everyone's gaze converged on this old man, who had once governed an entire province.

Zhou Weiguo looked at Ye Chen, his eyes as sharp as knives, as if he wanted to see through him from the inside out.

"Young man, it has been forty-seven years."

"This thing has been with me, hurting for forty-seven years, and reminding me for forty-seven years."

"My life was essentially salvaged."

"Since I didn't die on the battlefield back then, every extra day I've lived has been a bonus."

He paused, his gaze sweeping over the anxious Academician Li and the crowd with their various expressions, before finally landing back on Ye Chen's face.

"Today, I, this old man, will take a gamble."

"I believe in you."

"You extract this bullet casing."

"Regardless of the outcome, I, Zhou Weiguo, will bear full responsibility and will never blame you."

Academician Li and several old friends exclaimed in shock, their expressions changing instantly.

"Zhou Weiguo!"

"You mustn't!"

Zhou Weiguo simply waved his hand, signaling them to say no more.

He looked at Ye Chen, his eyes actually filled with anticipation and curiosity.

"What do you need to prepare? Just tell me."

Ye Chen nodded slightly, feeling respect for this old man's boldness.

He took the needle pouch he carried with him from his bosom and spread it out on the table nearby.

The Silver Needles were of varying lengths, shimmering with a cold luster under the lights.

"Nothing else is needed; these are enough."

He looked at Zhou Weiguo with a calm gaze.

"Zhou Weiguo, please remove your shirt and lie flat here."

He then turned to the hotel manager, who was already dumbfounded.

"Please, bring a cup of the best Mingqian Longjing tea."

"When the tea boils, that will be the moment of success."

The entire room of guests collectively turned to stone.

Really... is he really going to perform the procedure here, in public?!

In the time it takes to brew a cup of tea...

Extract that lethal bullet casing that has plagued the top medical field for decades???

Heavens!

Have they gone mad! Or is this young man mad!?

The manager woke from a dream, glanced at Zhou Weiguo, and seeing the old man nod, hurriedly ordered people to get it done.

Zhang Sansheng took a deep breath and stepped forward voluntarily: "Mr. Ye, may I assist from the side?"

"I appreciate the help, Zhang Sansheng." Ye Chen nodded.

Zhang Lu and Zhang Wuji also hurriedly stepped forward to help clear the tables and chairs around Zhou Weiguo, clearing an open space.

Several waiters quickly and efficiently laid down a thick, soft wool blanket.

Zhou Weiguo looked calm and, with the help of his family, slowly removed his upper garment, revealing a chest covered in scars.

Among them was a hideous old scar, stretching across the left side of his chest.

Although time had faded its color, it was still shocking to behold.

Academician Li and several Old Experts in the medical field held their breath, their palms already sweating.

They had already prepared for emergency resuscitation...

Zhou Weiguo lay flat on the blanket and smiled slightly at Ye Chen: "Young man, my old bones are in your hands."

Ye Chen said no more and sat cross-legged beside Zhou Weiguo.

He closed his eyes and focused; in an instant, the aura around him seemed to sink into a deep pool, becoming quiet and profound.

The next moment, he opened his eyes, and a flash of golden light seemed to flicker in them.

With a twist of his fingers, seven Silver Needles of varying lengths were already in his hand.

The needle tips trembled slightly, actually emitting a clear sound as faint as a dragon's roar!

"Is that... Controlling Needles with Qi?" an old doctor with extensive knowledge exclaimed in a low voice.

Controlling Needles with Qi!

Wasn't that a lost skill?

Could it be... this young man knows it???

The people around were stunned!

But Ye Chen flicked his wrist, and his hand moved like lightning!

The first needle pierced into Zhou Weiguo's shanzhong acupoint on his chest, three-tenths of an inch deep, with the needle tail slightly rotating.

The second and third needles fell into the Juque and Shenque acupoints respectively, forming a triangular shape, faintly sealing off the vital channels of the heart.

The fourth and fifth needles went down along the Ren meridian, entering the Qihai and Guanyuan acupoints to consolidate the foundation and nourish the vital energy.

The sixth needle precisely pierced an inconspicuous dark red spot on the edge of the old scar; that was the blood stasis left by the bullet's entry point all those years ago!

The moment the sixth needle was inserted, Zhou Weiguo's body trembled slightly, and his brows furrowed, as if a chilling, malevolent energy that had been dormant for many years was suddenly triggered.

Ye Chen's expression remained unchanged, and the seventh needle was already in his hand.

This needle was thinner and longer than the previous six, and its entire body shimmered with a strange, warm, jade-like luster.

And what Ye Chen was about to perform was the seventh needle of the Thirteen Needles of Gods and Ghosts!

The seventh needle, named "Rejuvenation"!

It contained powerful vitality and restorative power, capable of stimulating the body's ultimate potential, causing damaged tissues to regenerate at high speed, and even reversing local functional decay to a certain extent.

It was precisely because he had this reliance that he dared to perform such a world-shocking feat.

Of course.

This needle consumed quite a lot; it would directly drain all the "Qi" in his body, but with the ring on his hand recovering it, he should be able to manage to perform it successfully!

Taking a deep breath, Ye Chen's eyes shot out a sharp light, and the seventh needle, carrying a wisp of pale golden airflow that was difficult for the naked eye to capture, slowly pierced into the center of Zhou Weiguo's chest, the core of that old scar!

The needle entered an inch and then stopped.

Hum—!

The seven Silver Needles emitted a low hum simultaneously, their tails moving without wind, actually trembling gently at some profound frequency, faintly forming a miniature star map.

Zhou Weiguo only felt the chilling, piercing pain that had entangled his heart for forty-seven years begin to melt rapidly, like ice meeting a scorching sun.

Immediately after.

A warm current surged out from the seven acupoints, flowing along the meridians and converging toward the location of the bullet casing.

Ye Chen held one hand hovering over Zhou Weiguo's chest, his palm an inch away from the skin, standing still.

The power of inheritance surged, passing through the Silver Needles, acting like the most precise scalpel and restorative agent, carefully wrapping and peeling away the bullet casing that was slightly adhered to the flesh, nerves, and even the pericardium...

Time passed minute by minute.

In the banquet hall, you could hear a pin drop.

Everyone stared wide-eyed, fixedly watching Ye Chen's hand, watching Zhou Weiguo's chest, even breathing as lightly as possible.

Beads of sweat seeped from Academician Li's forehead, his hands clenched into tight fists.

Zhang Sansheng's beard and hair were slightly disheveled, his eyes full of excitement and anticipation.

Zhang Wuji didn't even dare to blink.

"Gurgle... Gurgle..."

On the tea table, the spring water in the red clay stove finally boiled, pushing the lid to jump gently.

The Mingqian Longjing tea, personally brewed by the hotel manager, wafted its clear fragrance.

Just as the tea fragrance filled the air—

Ye Chen's palm, which was pressed over Zhou Weiguo's chest, suddenly lifted upward!

"Cough! Pfft—!"

Zhou Weiguo, who was lying flat, shuddered, subconsciously turned his head, and coughed up a mouthful of dark red clotted blood.

But what was astonishing was...

In the clotted blood, a bullet casing covered in old blood rust rolled onto the white wool blanket!

The bullet casing was intact, and the indentation from the primer strike could still be faintly seen.

And on Zhou Weiguo's chest, apart from that old scar, there was not a single new wound, nor was there any blood seeping out!

Ye Chen felt a bit tired, and his face was also a bit pale.

But the spiritual energy continuously pouring into his body from the ring made him recover a little.

The next moment.

He flicked his wrist again, and the seven Silver Needles fell into his hand.

Then.

He glanced at the pot of Longjing tea that had just boiled and exhaled lightly: "The tea has just boiled, just right."