Chapter 167 Ghost Doctor’s Rejuvenating Hand

• Wen Shangqing was a little surprised when he heard Ouyang Xiuxin say that. Ouyang’s medical skills were about the same as his. But judging from how Ouyang treated Francis Lynch, it seemed Francis’s skill left them both in the dust. Deep down, though, Wen didn’t buy that someone so young could outrun him and Ouyang. Francis stepped up, eyes on Xiang Beiyuan lying unconscious on the bed. His hands slowly turned dark purple. He was channeling inner force and pairing it with the Ghost Doctor’s lineage technique—the Rejuvenating Hand. To even barely pull this off, you had to be at the peak of Amber level. That’s why Francis had been grinding so hard to raise his cultivation lately—many techniques in the Ghost Doctor’s inheritance needed that power to back them up. Francis set the Rejuvenating Hand in motion, tapping Xiang Beiyuan’s body one point after another. To a normal eye, it looked like he was doing acupuncture point taps. In truth, every touch drove a special surge of inner force through his fingertip straight into Xiang Beiyuan’s body. His speed kept climbing, faster and faster, until Ouyang Xiuxin, Xiang Xingshan, and Wen Shangqing could only catch afterimages. “That’s insane speed.” Ouyang and Xiang both felt it, stunned. Wen alone looked like he couldn’t accept what he was seeing. “This… is that the legendary Rejuvenating Hand?!” Wen was obsessed with the medical arts. While his skills matched Ouyang’s, his reading and experience far outstripped him. He’d only ever seen the Rejuvenating Hand in ancient texts. To use it, you needed not just special methods but real inner force cultivation. He had always thought it lived only in books, that no one could pull it off in the real world. He never imagined he’d see it with his own eyes one day. Ouyang stared, dumbstruck. He didn’t recognize the technique by sight, but he’d heard of this medical miracle. “Master Wen, Dr. Lynch really is using the Rejuvenating Hand. It’s the legendary art said to regrow limbs.” Ouyang took a long breath, shock pounding in his chest. Wen nodded hard. “It’s unbelievable, but yes—Dr. Lynch is performing the Rejuvenating Hand. He truly deserves to be called a genius doctor.” Francis ignored Ouyang and Wen. After the last three taps, he withdrew the Rejuvenating Hand and took out Earthly-class silver needles, driving seven in a row into Xiang Beiyuan. Ouyang kept it together. Wen, on the other hand, sucked in a sharp breath. “So young, and his control of Earthly-class silver needles is already that smooth. A prodigy of the medical arts—no, a monster!” Ouyang shook his head with a wry smile. “Dr. Lynch isn’t someone you can sum up with ‘monster’ anymore. He’s young, but he’s already left us blocks behind.” Francis glanced at Wen and Ouyang, then told Xiang Xingshan, “Your dad’s a lot better. Give him some time to rest, and he’ll basically be back on his feet.” Xiang Xingshan nodded, fired up. He’d heard Ouyang and Wen’s exchange from the side and knew his father was saved. But even with his father safe, a new worry hit him—Francis pulling out his shares. “Francis, Xingshan Pharmaceuticals can’t lose you. Per our deal, I’ll hand you all the shares in Xingshan Pharmaceuticals. From now on, it won’t be tied to the Xiang family.” Xiang Xingshan gritted his teeth. He was sharp enough to see what Francis was worried about. His words had barely landed when Xiang Beiyuan—already recovering and awake—sat up and roared, “Xiang Xingshan, are you out of your mind? Xingshan Pharmaceuticals is on a hot streak right now, and you want to give all the shares to Francis Lynch, that useless loser? Over my dead body.”