"Uh... so comfortable!" Old Carter couldn't help but moan.

Everyone in the room saw that as soon as Old Carter had the needles inserted, he no longer looked as pained as before, and his whole body gradually relaxed. "Hiss... hiss..." A series of rapid inhalations sounded in the room, and everyone exclaimed in disbelief. They looked at each other, faces full of shock.

"This is just unbelievable!"

William Clark's acupuncture skills completely overturned everyone's understanding, especially Old Carter. Old Carter had also had acupuncture from his traditional Chinese medicine friend before, but had never seen such miraculous results. Old Carter had gone to the bathroom more than ten times in one night, and today he felt like his butt was no longer his own. Whether he went or not was out of his control—whenever his stomach cramped, he would find he had already gone. This kind of suffering is not something an ordinary person could endure.

Unexpectedly, after just a few needles, a warm current rose in his abdomen, flowing through his stomach and belly in sequence. The urgent need to go, which he couldn't suppress just moments ago, disappeared without a trace in an instant.

Although Director Howard didn't understand Chinese medicine, he did know some basic acupuncture points. When he saw William Clark insert each needle into major points on the chest and abdomen, his heart pounded. Every major point William Clark targeted was known in martial arts novels as a "death point"—a spot where even a slight mistake could be fatal. When William Clark finished, he looked calm and composed, but Director Howard, standing to the side, was drenched in sweat. Watching William Clark perform acupuncture was even more exhausting than performing surgery himself. It was simply nerve-wracking.

When William Clark finished flicking the needles nine times, exactly nine minutes had passed. William Clark then removed the golden needles one by one, disinfected and wiped them, and put them back into the needle pouch. If you looked closely, you would notice that the golden needles William Clark used were also nine inches long.

"That's it. In a bit, I'll prescribe a few doses of medicine, and you'll be fine after taking them," William Clark said with a calm smile.

In fact, the acupuncture technique William Clark used this time was inherited from George Washington's memory. According to that memory, this set of techniques was created by Hua Tuo in his later years and was only passed down to his last disciple, Abraham Lincoln, who was George Washington's ancestor. After Hua Tuo was killed, this technique was passed down in the Zhong family. With George Washington's death, Hua Tuo's lineage was considered broken, but Hua Tuo's achievements have been passed down to this day. In Xuzhou, Jiangsu, there is a memorial tomb for Hua Tuo; in Pei County, there is the Hua Zu Temple, and a couplet in the temple expresses the author's feelings and summarizes Hua Tuo's life.

"The healer who cut open the abdomen truly opened a new path for the sages, but who knew that the mediocrity of prison guards would cause his writings to be lost to the flames."

This acupuncture technique is called Hua Tuo's Nine Needles. In ancient times, nine represented the ultimate. All things in heaven and earth do not go beyond nine. Hua Tuo's Nine Needles was Hua Tuo's unique creation in his later years, integrating techniques from various schools. The use of nine needles signifies the ultimate, meaning that no other acupuncture technique in the world can surpass it, and it encompasses all acupuncture methods.

"Old Cai, you're finally okay! If something happened to you, how would we explain it to your wife?" Teacher White exaggeratedly ran over to hug Old Carter, who had regained some energy after William Clark removed the needles, as he lay on the bed.

"Yeah..."

"That's right, Old Cai, you really scared us..." The others in the room chimed in as well.

...

Watching these experts, whose combined ages added up to several centuries, rejoice like children, William Clark was deeply moved by their friendship.

William Clark took out the Four Treasures of the Study from his medical kit. The brush was the thick calligraphy brush he had bought in Central South Province, and the inkstone was a fine Duan inkstone left by William Clark's grandfather. William Clark picked up the brush and gently rubbed it on the inkstone twice, then began to write in a proper manner.

The moment he gripped the brush, an inexplicable feeling surged in William Clark's heart. As the brush touched the paper, the writing flowed smoothly and naturally, and several small regular script characters with a unique charm leapt onto the paper.

Looking at the characters he had just written, William Clark was startled and dazed for a moment, only snapping out of it when he left an ink spot on the paper.

He had practiced calligraphy with his grandfather for over twenty years and knew his own handwriting very well. Although his writing was decent, it had always been an imitation of the masters, never developing his own style. His writing had the form but not the spirit. But now, the characters he wrote not only had both form and spirit, but also formed a unique style, exuding a sense of integrity inside and out.

However, this time he quickly figured it out. Who was George Washington? A genius of his generation. By merging with his memories, he had also absorbed his calligraphy experience.

"Excellent! I never expected... truly never expected that not only is Doctor Clark's medical skill superb, but his calligraphy is even better!" The calligraphy and painting expert Teacher King had noticed the moment William Clark took out the brush. After all, for them, the size of William Clark's brush was already quite intriguing. As a calligraphy and painting expert, Teacher King's own brushwork was excellent, and he knew that writing large characters with such a thick brush was not difficult, but to write a prescription on an A4 sheet with it was not easy.

So, as soon as William Clark picked up the brush, he came over to watch, curious to see if this young man could surprise him. Unexpectedly, when William Clark started writing, it wasn't surprise but shock that he felt.

Writing calligraphy requires not only perseverance but, even more so, talent. If a person has only perseverance but no talent, then even after a lifetime of practice, he is just a craftsman. If he has talent but no perseverance, then he can't even be called a craftsman. But if he has both perseverance and talent, he is destined to become a master of his generation.