Free Web NovelChapter 413: Chapter 350: You Talk a Bit Too Much (Part 2)
Chen Yu grabbed the assistant’s hand, sterilized it with alcohol, and inserted the needle with lightning speed.
Fast, accurate, and decisive. He selected the Zhigou acupoint on the arm, followed by the Tianshu and Dachangshu points on the abdomen. frёewebnoѵel.ƈo๓
Having performed acupuncture on countless people, Chen Yu’s technique was already exceptionally refined.
Most importantly, Chen Yu now possessed Advanced Acupuncture Techniques, which gave him a 30% effect bonus—even better than a Bronze Level treatment.
As the assistant stood frozen in fear, Chen Yu slowly twirled the needles to stimulate the meridians. A sudden and unmistakable urge to relieve his bowels began to build.
The assistant’s eyes slowly widened, filled with utter disbelief. freewebnovёl.ƈom
’This is working even faster than a laxative!’
A few minutes later, Chen Yu removed the needles and asked him how he felt.
The assistant clenched his legs together, his face a tight mask. He said nothing. ’How do I feel? It’s working almost *too* well!’
With a slight, desperate nod, the assistant couldn’t wait to leave.
The feeling was like a tsunami, eroding his will.
"Chen, that’s incredible," Michael Jackson exclaimed in amazement.
Chen Yu just smiled and asked if he could begin the treatment on him now.
"Of course," Michael Jackson nodded without hesitation.
Without wasting any time, Chen Yu had Michael Jackson take a seat. He then began his examination, carefully asking about the specific points where the pain flared up.
There are many types of headaches. Michael Jackson’s was concentrated at the top of his head—a vertex headache in traditional Chinese medicine. For this, the Baihui and Sishencong acupoints are typically used.
However, the root of a headache is often not in the head itself but at the back of the neck, near the cervical spine. By probing this area, one can identify tender spots to confirm the correct acupoints.
Chen Yu also selected the Houding acupoint and paired it with the Yuzhen and Hanyan points, as Michael also experienced dizziness with his headaches.
The crown of the head is dense with blood vessels and nerves; a single point can affect the entire body, so acupoint selection must be systematic.
Finally, he chose two distal acupoints: Taichong and Kunlun.
"Chen, why are you putting needles in my feet if my head hurts?" Michael Jackson couldn’t help but ask.
While twirling the needles, Chen Yu explained in the simplest terms he could.
’He could tell Michael Jackson was very interested in Chinese medicine, or more broadly, Chinese culture.’
To ensure results, Chen Yu didn’t hold back, directly applying a Gold Level recovery effect.
’A sixty-percent Gold Level effect plus a thirty-percent technique bonus... The results will be absolutely incredible.’
Michael Jackson didn’t understand much of it, but he listened intently.
As they were talking, the assistant burst through the door.
"Michael, are we...?" His eyes immediately fell on Michael Jackson, whose head was dotted with an array of needles.
But before he could finish, his expression changed drastically.
"Hold on..."
The assistant clenched his buttocks again, hissed through his teeth, and shuffled away in tiny, hurried steps.
A bodyguard outside poked his head in curiously and saw Michael Jackson, who resembled a pincushion.
He reflexively started to enter, but Michael Jackson waved him out.
"Chen, is this really going to work?" Michael Jackson asked.
He hadn’t felt any significant change from the acupuncture yet.
"Of course," Chen Yu nodded. "You don’t feel a change right now because you took a painkiller this afternoon. It’s still in your system. But in twelve hours, around midnight, once the medication wears off, you’ll feel the difference."
"Michael, you’re going to have a good night’s sleep tonight," Chen Yu said, patting his shoulder.
The twelve-hour pain-relieving effect of the OxyContin will wear off right around midnight. That’s when the effects of the acupuncture will become apparent.
Michael Jackson nodded emphatically, his eyes full of hope.
He was now completely dependent on painkillers, especially before bed. Without them, the various aches and pains wracking his body made it impossible to sleep.
"Hold still."
After removing the needles, Chen Yu used the Eye of All-Seeing to meticulously study Michael’s scalp condition, contemplating a permanent solution.
"Michael, you need to stop taking some of your medications," Chen Yu added.
’He’s taking way too many drugs right now, and many of them are completely unnecessary.’
’In my opinion, two types of immunosuppressants and an anti-inflammatory should be sufficient.’
’The chronic inflammation causing his headaches has to be treated.’
As they were talking, the door opened yet again.
"Is the treatment over?" the assistant asked, panting and looking bewildered.
Michael Jackson nodded.
The assistant let out a subconscious sigh of relief. ’At least he didn’t die on the table.’
"So, what were the results?" the assistant pressed.
"What do you think?" Chen Yu shot him a look.
’After what you’ve been through, you’re still asking if the acupuncture works?’
Just as Michael Jackson was about to explain, the assistant’s face paled once more.
’That sigh of relief was a mistake. The floodgates are weakening again.’
"I..."
Before he could finish his sentence, the assistant clenched his buttocks and bolted.
The others looked at each other, speechless.
Jamie couldn’t help but mutter, "How much does he even have in there?"
Chen Yu heard him and had to stifle a laugh. ’More than you can possibly imagine,’ he thought.
After Chen Yu gave him a proper tour of the clinic, Michael Jackson immediately took a liking to the place.
"It’s so quiet here."
Standing by the shore of Central Lake, Michael Jackson took a deep breath.
Chen Yu stood beside him, able to see the main gate in the distance.
A crowd was swarming over there, made up entirely of reporters.
But they couldn’t get in.
Chen Yu had a formidable reputation in Phoenix and maintained a cooperative relationship with the local police department, having treated many of their injured officers. As a result, the police had added several patrol routes near the clinic. The security was so tight that reporters had no way of getting in.
With few patients inside, there were no disturbances.
"I feel like it’s even quieter than my Dream Manor," Michael Jackson added.
His world-famous Dream Manor had once again drawn global attention after another child-related case was exposed last month, long ago losing the tranquility it was meant to have.
"You like it here? I can arrange for a house on the property for you. You could stay for a couple of quiet days, which would also make it more convenient for me to continue your treatment," Chen Yu offered with a smile.
Michael Jackson turned to look at Chen Yu and nodded emphatically.
Just then, Lexi, who was standing beside them, suddenly asked, "Michael, would it be possible for Chen and me to get married at your Dream Manor this summer?"
Chen Yu froze.
"Are you two getting married?" Michael Jackson asked, pleasantly surprised.
Chen Yu found Lexi’s suggestion a bit forward, but he nodded anyway. "Michael, please don’t feel pressured. We were already planning on getting married here in Phoenix."
"No, if you’d like to use Dream Manor, I can lend it to you. It’s no problem at all," Michael Jackson said, quickly shaking his head. He then smiled. "I can even help you plan the wedding. I love witnessing such happy moments. Oh, and I could sing for you, if you need me to."
Lexi’s eyes lit up. She couldn’t imagine a more blissful experience than having Michael Jackson perform at her wedding.
She immediately shot Chen Yu a sharp look.
Chen Yu read her expression perfectly. ’If I say no, I’ll be sleeping on the couch tonight.’
"That would be wonderful," Chen Yu said with a grateful smile.
After getting Michael Jackson settled at the clinic, Chen Yu’s workday was far from over. He rushed back to the sports lab.
Chen Yu needed to review all the rookie questionnaires by tomorrow, ideally compiling them into a report to prepare for the next day’s training plan.
Tomorrow was the second game of the first round. The child patients scheduled for the next day would also be arriving, and in the afternoon, Chen Yu had to film an interactive segment. On top of all that, he had to prepare for Michael Jackson’s surgery.
Just thinking about his workload gave Chen Yu a splitting headache.
’I’m going to be worked to death.’
