122: Chapter 122 The deal is done! Treatment begins!

The car stopped in front of a detached three-story Western-style villa.

Xiao Zhang got out of the car and opened the door for Su Yun.

"Mr. Su, please."

Su Yun followed Xiao Zhang into the villa.

Several doctors in white coats stood in the first-floor lobby, gathered together and discussing something in low voices.

Seeing Xiao Zhang bring in a young man, the doctors stopped their conversation.

Xiao Zhang ignored them and led Su Yun directly to the second floor.

At the end of the second-floor corridor was a special care unit.

Two guards stood at the door.

Xiao Zhang stepped forward and pushed open the door to the ward.

"Chief, Mr. Su has arrived."

Su Yun stepped inside.

The ward was very large, and the medical equipment inside was even more advanced than an ICU in a top-tier hospital.

Elder Chen was wearing a hospital gown and sitting in a wheelchair by the window.

He held a document in his hand and was leafing through it.

Hearing the sound of the door opening, Elder Chen closed the document and looked up.

"You're here." Elder Chen tossed the document onto the coffee table beside him with a soft thud.

Su Yun walked over and glanced down at the document on the coffee table.

On the top page was his two-inch identification photo. In the photo, he looked somewhat pale and thin.

"Take a look." Elder Chen pointed to the thick stack of documents.

Su Yun didn't stand on ceremony; he picked up the document and flipped it open.

Good grief.

From the hospital where he was born to the orphanage he was sent to, and even every end-of-term report card from elementary school through university.

Everything was there, down to the smallest detail, clear as day.

Even screenshots of his WeChat chat history from last month, where his landlord was hounding him for rent he couldn't afford, had been printed out.

Flipping further, he found transcripts of his live stream recordings from the past few days.

Details of every divination, background checks on the callers, detailed police records of their responses, and even summaries of the statements made by those involved were all included.

It was all there.

Even high-definition color prints of street surveillance screenshots showing him warning the bun shop owner, Wang Jianguo, about a gas leak and stopping Zhang Guifen at Zhang's Breakfast Shop to save her from a multi-car pileup were attached to the final pages.

This old man had investigated him thoroughly.

The efficiency of the state machinery was truly terrifying.

Su Yun casually tossed the document back onto the coffee table, pulled over a chair, and sat down with a bold, imposing posture.

"Quite a thorough investigation." Su Yun crossed his legs, his tone showing no emotion.

Elder Chen looked at Su Yun, his fingers rhythmically tapping the armrest of his wheelchair.

"If I didn't investigate thoroughly, how could I dare entrust my old life to you?" Elder Chen's voice was calm, carrying the pressure of someone long accustomed to a high position.

"You're full of secrets, kid."

"A down-and-out minor streamer suddenly becomes an infallible master of metaphysics."

"Not only can you divine the future, but you also know lost medical arts."

"Anyone in my position would be suspicious of you."

Elder Chen paused, his gaze fixed directly on Su Yun.

"But I don't care."

"As long as you don't do anything to harm the country, you're a good citizen."

Elder Chen pointed to his chest, over the position of his heart.

"You said in the park this morning that you could get this shrapnel out?"

Su Yun nodded.

"I can."

Elder Chen stared at Su Yun for a full half-minute. The ward was deathly quiet.

"Good." Elder Chen slapped the armrest of his wheelchair and made a final decision. "I'll trust you this once."

"The deal is struck."

"What do you need? Just ask."

Su Yun held up two fingers.

"First, a set of high-quality silver needles, thoroughly sterilized."

"Second, a large wooden tub filled with hot water at about fifty degrees Celsius—the kind of tub big enough for a person to sit in."

Without another word, Elder Chen turned to look at Xiao Zhang, who had been standing by the door as straight as a spear.

"Go prepare them. Quickly."

Xiao Zhang nodded, turned, and strode out, closing the ward door behind him.

Only the two of them remained in the ward.

Elder Chen looked at Su Yun and pointed to the glass pitcher on the coffee table.

"Help yourself to some water."

Su Yun didn't hesitate; he picked up the pitcher, poured himself a glass of warm water, and drank it in one gulp.

"Old man, you've been suffering from this for thirty years, haven't you?" Su Yun set down the glass and looked at Elder Chen's pale face.

Elder Chen gave a cold laugh.

"Thirty-one years and four months."

"Back then, on the Southern Border battlefield, a mortar shell exploded near me."

"A piece of shrapnel sliced into my left lung lobe, only two millimeters away from the cardiovascular vessels."

"Medical conditions at the front were poor back then, so the army doctors didn't dare remove it."

"Later, when conditions improved, I went to the capital to find the best experts."

"They said the shrapnel had already fused with the flesh. The risk of forced removal was too great—a slim chance of survival."

"In recent years, the shrapnel has started to shift, pressing directly against my heart's meridians."

"Those so-called top experts say I have six months to live at most."

Elder Chen's tone was flat, as if he were talking about someone else's life and death.

After listening, Su Yun nodded.

"Six months? They're being too optimistic."

"Given your current pulse and the degree of depletion in your Qi and blood, you have three months at most."

Elder Chen didn't argue; he just turned his head to look at the leaves outside the window.

"Three months is enough."

"Enough for me to clean out those parasites in Jiangcheng who suck the blood of the common people."

Ten minutes later.

The ward door was pushed open.

Xiao Zhang walked in carrying an antique mahogany medicine chest.

Behind him were two fully armed guards, together carrying an old-fashioned large wooden tub that was half a person's height.

The tub was filled with water, and steam was rising from it.

The guards placed the tub steadily in the open space in the center of the ward and then turned and left.

Xiao Zhang opened the mahogany medicine chest, which contained a neatly arranged set of silver needles.

They were of various thicknesses and lengths, glinting coldly under the shadowless surgical lamp.

"Mr. Su, everything is ready." Xiao Zhang stepped aside, his manner precise.

Su Yun stood up, walked to the side of the tub, and reached out to test the water temperature.

It was exactly around fifty degrees, a bit hot to the touch.

"Old man, take off your clothes." Su Yun turned to look at Elder Chen.

Without a word, Elder Chen began unbuttoning his hospital gown.

Xiao Zhang hurried forward to help, removing Elder Chen's top and then assisting him to stand.

Elder Chen's back was covered in crisscrossing scars, like a map recording the brutality of war.

Most prominent was a through-and-through wound below the left shoulder blade; the surrounding skin was a sickly purplish-black and even protruded slightly.

That was where the shrapnel remained, where toxins had accumulated for years.

"Sit by the edge of the tub with your back to me." Su Yun pointed to a backless round stool next to the tub.

Xiao Zhang helped Elder Chen sit on the round stool.

Su Yun walked to the medicine chest and picked up a three-inch-long silver needle.

The needle techniques of the Taiyi Divine Needles, as recorded in the remnants of the Ghost Valley Medical Arts, clearly surfaced in his mind.

This set of needle techniques was extremely domineering, specifically used for extracting toxins, dispelling evil influences, and clearing necrotic meridians.

Su Yun walked behind Elder Chen.

He located the Fengmen point on Elder Chen's back.

He applied force with his wrist.

The silver needle pierced the acupoint with unerring accuracy, going three-tenths of an inch into the flesh.

Elder Chen let out a muffled groan, his body instinctively tensing up.

"Relax." Su Yun's voice was flat, and his movements didn't stop.