The Martial Artist Turned Movie Mogul
Chapter 480: I am from the traditional Chinese medicine department.

Chapter 480: I am from the traditional Chinese medicine department.

However, at this moment, Su Xiaochi’s eyes gleamed brighter than the Mid-Autumn Festival’s full moon as he nearly let out a few words with an ethereal tone.

"So damn cool——"

Indeed, they had the style of their team’s operations.

"???"

Team Leader Su, you’re not right!

You keep this up, it’s dangerous, you know that?!

***

Half an hour later, Tang Shu walked out of the tent.

Su Xiaochi followed closely behind, holding an A4 paper filled with confessions, looking like he had reaped a great harvest.

"Not bad, Sister Tang, you’re quite cooperative!"

She had a way with dealing with desperate criminals!

Her methods were so strong they were irresistible, and oddly enough, the criminals fell for it every time. She merely used one silver needle and they spilled everything, a technique more sophisticated than any interrogation methods they had used.

"Hey, how did you know this trick would work?"

Without glancing aside, Tang Shu headed straight towards her residence, "It’s very simple. What a person who relies on physical skills to make a living fears the most is becoming a rational, but incapacitated, waste."

Not even able to commit suicide would be excruciating for them.

Su Xiaochi gave her a thumbs-up, "Impressive, only you could use this method. To achieve full-body immobility with just a silver needle, we couldn’t do it."

"He’s confessed everything, what will happen to him now?"

"He’ll be taken to court to await trial, most likely facing the death penalty."

The cases disclosed in the news were only a part, but this man had confessed to all the crimes committed by the Tomb Raiding Gang over the years, which also implicated many past cases.

No sooner had the two of them entered the tent than Wen Nuan, who had finished her tasks, came in, bringing along a female student who had been down in the tomb.

"She’s got altitude sickness, come and take a look."

Tang Shu looked at the person and saw it was Lian Sui, who was currently struggling to breathe, with her hands and feet feeling particularly weak.

"Where are the oxygen tanks from the archaeological team?"

"We’ve run out. We’ve exceeded the reserved time for the archaeological team today, and the oxygen tanks that were originally provided are also used up. The tomb chamber below is underground, and the back-and-forth activity is more strenuous than before. Many people are more or less suffering from altitude sickness."

Upon hearing this, Tang Shu paused, then helped Lian Sui to sit down.

"How are you feeling right now?"

"Tight chest, can’t catch my breath, cough cough... feeling a bit panicky, my hands feel numb."

"I got it, don’t talk."

Tang Shu pressed on a few acupoints on her body, casually untied the cloth pouch that held silver needles from her waist and spread it out, swiftly inserting several silver needles into Lian Sui’s body.

"Don’t panic, breathe steadily, it can relieve the pressure."

Soon, Lian Sui’s complexion visibly returned to a healthier flush, and her breathing gradually steadied.

"I, I feel much better."

Lian Sui’s face flushed, looking at the several silver needles on her body with utter incredulity.

"Junior Sister Tang, you know acupuncture too?"

All her life, she had taken pills, mostly Western medicine, and had never experienced acupuncture. It was a novel experience.

This thing can cure altitude sickness? She thought it could only be treated by waiting for oxygen tanks!

"I think I might have mentioned that I’m from the Chinese Medicine Department."

Tang Shu stood up, took a porcelain vase out of her backpack, and handed a pill to Lian Sui.

"Take this, you will feel better."

Lian Sui obediently followed the doctor’s advice, taking the pill into her mouth according to Tang Shu’s gestures, "It’s just that you’re too amazing, so proficient with the Stone tablet script, I almost forgot you studied Chinese medicine."