Chapter 70: The Swimming Dragon Acupuncture Technique

Hearing the dean's cautious request, Xu Xu's delicate and pretty face was filled with perplexity.

She was not particularly close to the dean, let alone the dean's friend.

Why would this person want to see her?

"I know this is somewhat presumptuous." Realizing how absurd his request might sound, the dean quickly explained, "Here is the thing: my friend holds a certain reputation in the medical community. He is passionately devoted to medical research and utterly adores the legendary miracle physician!"

At the mention of the words "miracle physician," Xu Xu's expression changed instantly: "How do you know..."

She paused mid-sentence, suddenly remembering that back at the hospital, the dean seemed to have recognized the acupuncture technique she used to save Su Yi'an.

Sure enough, the next second, the dean confirmed her suspicion: "It was the acupuncture technique you used—the Drifting Dragon Needle Technique... That technique has long been lost to the world and is known only to that miracle physician, which is how I recognized it."

He had chanced upon a description of the Drifting Dragon Needle Technique in an old medical text, which was the only reason he was able to identify it.

The Drifting Dragon Needle Technique was a legend within the medical world; everyone wished to learn it, and everyone longed to witness it.

Unfortunately, for them, this set of techniques existed only in legends.

"Please rest assured, I haven't told a single soul about your identity!" the dean hastily promised. "I was just so overwhelmed with excitement upon seeing the Drifting Dragon Needle Technique that I mentioned it in passing to a close friend, which is why he is so eager to meet the person who knows it."

There was no helping it; anyone trained in medicine would inevitably lose their composure upon witnessing the Drifting Dragon Needle Technique!

Remaining calm in the face of such a revelation was simply too difficult.

"I see." Hearing that the dean had not exposed her identity, Xu Xu finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Yet, as for going to meet this person...

Every additional person who knew her true identity represented an extra layer of danger.

Sensing Xu Xu's hesitation through the phone, the dean quickly offered his assurance: "Miss Xu, I know this puts you in a difficult position, but my friend truly worships the miracle physician!

In fact, he pursued a career in medicine entirely out of his deep devotion to the miracle physician. Please, just grant him a single meeting. Whatever conditions you might demand, we will agree to them!"

The dean's sincerity was palpable, and his description clearly conveyed the immense reverence held by this prominent medical figure.

Things having reached this point, Xu Xu found it exceedingly difficult to refuse: "Well... fine then. I can meet him once."

"Really? Thank you so much!" The dean sounded rather thrilled.

"However, I have one condition." Xu Xu quickly added.

The dean agreed without a moment's hesitation: "No problem at all! Don't just say one condition, I'd agree to ten!"

This brought a helpless smile to Xu Xu's face; the elderly gentleman possessed a certain endearing charm.

"My condition is that neither you nor this friend of mine must ever reveal the fact that I know the Drifting Dragon Needle Technique."

Turning to the matter at hand, Xu Xu's expression grew serious.

Logically speaking, she ought not to make an exception. First, because the other party was an admirer of her master, and she lacked the heart to refuse; second, because she intended to use this opportunity to infiltrate the inner circles of the medical community and thereby get closer to that target person.

"Rest assured, we will never expose your identity," the dean replied with equal solemnity. "Aside from myself and my friend, not a third person shall ever know of this!"

Xu Xu felt she could trust the dean's character to a certain degree, so she nodded: "Very well."

"As for the time and place for you to meet my friend... when would it be convenient for you?"

Xu Xu looked slightly helpless: "Dean, you really don't need to address me so formally."

It was all far too polite.

She was at least two generations younger than the dean, making such deference rather overwhelming.

"Understood," the dean agreed readily. "As you wish."

Xu Xu: "..."

Why did she suddenly feel as though she had aged overnight?