Chapter 163: The Rumors Are Indeed True

Inside the dormitory, Zhang Shen was currently receiving treatment from Tao Yang.

"It's almost time!"

Seeing the black Qi around Zhang Shen's chest about to converge, Tao Yang spoke up. He retrieved another silver needle from the first aid kit and swiftly pierced it into Zhang Shen's chest.

"Principal, don't just stand there like a fool! Come over and give me a hand."

Chen Rong naturally had no idea what Tao Yang was talking about. Was this old fellow expecting him to take over the acupuncture?

Seeing that Chen Rong remained unresponsive for a moment, Tao Yang muttered, "Damn it, what are you daydreaming about?"

As soon as those words left Tao Yang's mouth, he felt an indefinable gaze from Wang Ying fixed upon him. He wondered if his impatience had momentarily exposed his true nature. Nonetheless, Tao Yang quickly added, "Hey! Move faster, I need you to help me turn Zhang Shen over."

Chen Rong finally grasped Tao Yang's intention and hurried to the side of Zhang Shen's bed.

The two old men each took a side of Zhang Shen's body, and began to flip him one hundred and eighty degrees from his original face-up position. What Tao Yang needed now was for Zhang Shen to lie face down on the bed.

Seeing this, Chen Rong quickly asked, "What is the meaning of this?"

"You'll see in a moment!"

With that, a smug smile hung on Tao Yang's face. Although Chen Rong was still utterly confused, since Tao Yang had already said so, he must have had some tricks up his sleeve.

Once Zhang Shen's body was flipped over, Tao Yang realized there seemed to be one more thing missing, so he said to Wang Ying, "Young lady, I need to trouble you with a task."

"Yes!"

Seeing Zhang Shen in such a state, Wang Ying's first thought was naturally that she was needed to help, but the two men before her were the principal and the dean; the gap between them seemed a bit too vast. Deep down, Wang Ying had no idea what Tao Yang was going to ask her to do.

"Go to the washroom and find me a basin. I have use for it."

Wang Ying certainly hadn't expected that this was all Tao Yang wanted, so she nodded in acknowledgment, turned around, and walked toward the boys' dormitory washroom. At first, Wang Ying hadn't thought much of it, but the moment she stepped inside the washroom, she was struck by a peculiar feeling.

"How on earth did I, a girl, end up wandering in here?"

Regret tugged at Wang Ying's heart, but one foot was already inside, and she couldn't hesitate with the other. Therefore, she could only silently pray that nothing inappropriate would meet her eyes.

Judging by the layout of the girls' dormitory, she had expected the washbasins to be right in front of her, but as ill luck would have it, she couldn't find one immediately. Thus, she had no choice but to conduct a brief "investigation." The moment she turned around, she discovered a pair of smelly socks resting inside a red plastic basin.

Though she had no idea whose they were, it certainly confirmed the outside rumors about the boys' dormitory for Wang Ying. To think of it, the word "filthy" was no longer sufficient to describe the scene.

"Young lady, are you done yet? These old bones of mine can't wait forever."

Hearing Tao Yang's call from outside the washroom, Wang Ying dumped the smelly socks out of the basin in one motion and walked out.

Seeing Wang Ying emerge carrying a red basin, Tao Yang hurriedly said, "Quick, put it here."

Following the direction of Tao Yang's finger, Wang Ying placed the basin—from which the socks had just been emptied—beside the bed. However, Tao Yang didn't seem entirely satisfied with the placement, so he nudged it with his foot directly beneath Zhang Shen's face. Consequently, the slightly malodorous basin was now in "intimate contact" with Zhang Shen.

Seeing this, Wang Ying almost gagged. She wondered what kind of unforgettable expression Zhang Shen would wear if he could open his eyes right now. It would surely be something to haunt him for a lifetime.

Catching sight of this maneuver, Chen Rong naturally asked, "What are you trying to do?"

Tao Yang replied unhurriedly, "I am going to remove the middle silver needle in a moment to let the miasma in his chest flow out along with the blood. Do you expect me not to put a basin or something underneath?"

"That makes sense!"

Chen Rong muttered under his breath, though clearly none of this was what he truly cared about. To him, as long as Zhang Shen could wake up, everything else was secondary.

Tao Yang instructed Chen Rong, "Principal, hold Zhang Shen steady. I'm going to pull out the needle now."

Tao Yang then half-squatted, moved two fingers to the area on the chest, and muttered under his breath: "One, two, three." Unlike Zhang Shen's gradual movements, Tao Yang plucked the silver needle out with a swift "swoosh." Immediately, a thin stream of blood began to ooze from Zhang Shen's chest.

"Ah!"

Wang Ying's startled scream snapped Chen Rong, who had been closely monitoring the patient's condition, right back to attention.

"What's wrong with you?"

"Principal, look at the basin..."

Before Wang Ying could finish her sentence, Chen Rong looked toward the basin by his feet. The sight before him gave him quite a fright.

For now, the previously empty basin was filled entirely with black blood. Shocked, Chen Rong quickly questioned Tao Yang.

"Old friend, what kind of trick is this? How did Zhang Shen end up like this?"

To Chen Rong's query, Tao Yang replied indifferently, "You're the principal of this medical college, yet you need me to teach you such basic common sense? Zhang Shen was dizzy because of an excess of turbid Qi in his body. Now I need to expel all these impurities from his system. You don't expect this to be fresh red blood, do you?"

Listening to Tao Yang's explanation, Chen Rong and Wang Ying nodded repeatedly. After all, at this moment, no explanation seemed better than Tao Yang's.

"However..."

Tao Yang's half-spoken sentence instantly sent Chen Rong and Wang Ying's hearts back up into their throats.

"What is it? Spit it out!"

Hearing this, an ominous feeling naturally welled up in Chen Rong again, prompting his hasty demand.

"Actually, letting blood out is easy. Replenishing it is the hardest part."

"Replenishing blood?"

Chen Rong couldn't help widening his eyes. Although this was a medical college, there was no blood bank here, and Zhang Shen's blood type had never been checked on record. Thus, determining his blood type in such an emergency naturally posed quite a challenge.