"Back in the day, Master was just like you, saying no matter what happened, I was his disciple. But the moment something happened, afraid it would tarnish his reputation, he pushed me out to be bullied by anyone."
"And now you're just like Master! You clearly agreed to spar with me, but now that you've lost, you say you never agreed to the challenge!"
"Wang Qiyang! You old scoundrel, you're just like Master! You've both lied to me!"
Gu Minghui became more agitated as he spoke.
Suddenly, his face turned red, and he clutched his chest tightly before falling backward.
"Master! Master, what's wrong?"
Gu Cheng happened to be standing behind Gu Minghui. Seeing him fall, he immediately stepped forward and caught him.
Then, upon seeing Gu Minghui's flushed face, he cried out in alarm.
Wang Qiyang hadn't expected Gu Minghui to collapse after accusing him. He quickly stepped forward, wanting to check on him.
"You, get away, I, I'd rather die than have you help me!"
Held in Gu Cheng's arms, Gu Minghui saw Wang Qiyang approaching and weakly extended his hand, trying to push him away.
But he couldn't even lift his arm now, his breathing ragged as he spoke.
Seeing this, Wang Qiyang could only turn his head. When he saw Du Fei, he immediately walked over and whispered something to him.
Du Fei nodded after hearing him.
Then, Du Fei headed straight for Gu Minghui.
"What do you think you're doing?"
Gu Minghui didn't speak, but Gu Cheng blurted out first.
The guy still remembered Du Fei ruining his good deed and held a grudge.
"If you don't want your master to die immediately, then get out of the way."
Du Fei said, pointing at Gu Minghui in Gu Cheng's arms.
Gu Cheng then looked down and saw that Gu Minghui had already lost consciousness, his breathing shallow, clearly on the brink of death.
Although Gu Cheng was Gu Minghui's disciple, he was a master of flattery, but his medical skills were purely a sham.
So he quickly said to Du Fei, "Quick, quick, save my master."
With Gu Cheng's help, Du Fei helped Gu Minghui to the backyard and laid him flat.
After examination, Du Fei told everyone that Gu Minghui had a heart problem and needed immediate treatment.
Then, he removed Gu Minghui's upper garment and spread his acupuncture needle bag beside him.
Du Fei's hands moved in unison, like dancing butterflies.
In a short while, all the golden needles were inserted by Du Fei into Gu Minghui's heart and surrounding areas.
He channeled his energy and simultaneously controlled dozens of golden needles, making them tremble slightly.
In just a few minutes, sweat appeared on Du Fei's forehead.
"Channeling needles with Qi?"
Wang Qiyang exclaimed subconsciously.
When he was learning medicine from his master years ago, Wang Qiyang had inadvertently heard him mention channeling needles with Qi. His master had also said it was the highest realm of acupuncture.
To achieve this, the practitioner had to be a martial arts expert.
It was virtually impossible to simultaneously master both medicine and martial arts to such a high degree. Thus, Wang Qiyang had only treated it as a story.
Who would have thought that he would witness it firsthand now? Even his master, whom he had never seen perform this technique, made him exclaim in surprise.
"Hoo, hoo."
Du Fei finally stopped his actions. Even with his strength, he couldn't help but pant heavily, as channeling needles with Qi was extremely draining.
Not long after Du Fei withdrew his needles, Gu Minghui slowly opened his eyes.
"Master! Master, you're awake?"
Seeing Gu Minghui awake, Gu Cheng was happier than anyone.
Anyone who didn't know might think, seeing this scene, that Gu Cheng had deep master-disciple affection for Gu Minghui.
But only Gu Cheng knew that Gu Minghui was his long-term meal ticket.
As long as he was alive, those wealthy magnates in the southeast region would shower Gu Minghui with money.
Having no children and no bad habits, Gu Minghui couldn't possibly spend all the money he earned.
And Gu Cheng, as Gu Minghui's only disciple, or rather, family, was a true connoisseur of enjoyment.
At least a quarter of the money Gu Minghui had earned over the years had been spent by him.
Therefore, Gu Cheng was so concerned about Gu Minghui's health, because only when Gu Minghui was well could he continue to enjoy his lavish lifestyle.
If Gu Minghui died, his own rudimentary medical skills, learned over these years, would likely leave him wandering the streets.
"Who, who saved me?"
As soon as Gu Minghui woke up, he asked Gu Cheng, who was beside him.
Gu Cheng instinctively pointed at Du Fei.
Gu Minghui, with Gu Cheng's help, slowly sat up. "You saved me? I never expected that at your young age, you could cure my heart condition. It seems there are always new talents emerging, you are the true genius."
Gu Minghui understood his own body better than anyone.
His heart had a problem years ago due to a car accident.
However, after his own recuperation, it was fine as long as his emotions weren't overly agitated.
But if he lost control of his emotions, his heart condition could be fatal in minutes.
Actually, Gu Minghui's refusal of Wang Qiyang's help earlier was solely due to his anger. Even if Wang Qiyang had wanted to help, based on Gu Minghui's understanding of his medical skills, he wouldn't have been able to cure him.
Then, Gu Cheng told Gu Minghui about the concept of channeling needles with Qi, which he had just heard from Wang Qiyang.
Upon hearing this, Gu Minghui looked at Du Fei with shock.
"I truly never imagined that someone today could channel needles with Qi. Young man, thank you for saving my life."
After his surprise, Gu Minghui expressed his gratitude to Du Fei.
Du Fei waved his hand, saying he had saved him at Wang Qiyang's request.
Gu Minghui looked at Wang Qiyang with complex emotions.
Wang Qiyang turned and walked back into the house.
When he returned, he held a bright yellow, ancient-looking envelope in his hand.
"This letter was given to me by Master before he passed away. He said if I ever saw you again, I must give it to you."
Wang Qiyang handed the envelope to Gu Minghui.
Gu Minghui froze for a long time before finally slowly reaching out and taking the envelope from Wang Qiyang.
He slowly opened the envelope, took out a few sheets of Xuan paper, and began to read.
As he read the contents of the paper bit by bit, Gu Minghui's expression changed.
Anger, relief, peace.
These emotions appeared successively on Gu Minghui's face.
By the time Gu Minghui finished reading the few sheets of paper, he closed his eyes tightly, his hand gripping the paper firmly, clearly experiencing intense emotion.