However, Lu Lao and the others' impressive expressions, as well as the shock and surprise of Li Binglie and Song Jinhu, held no interest for Master Muf Longkun. Instead, he scanned the diseased skin of the Korean man, Yong Jun, and with a deep frown, looked toward Chen Fei and murmured, "I have never seen psoriasis with a purple hue beneath the mbranous layer. Even if it were a mutation, it shouldn't develop in this direction, should it?"
"Purple!?"
At these words, everyone abruptly stiffened, their eyes all turning in unison to the skin lesions on the arm of the Korean, Yong Jun. Elder Du's eyes particularly shone as he exclaid, "That's right, it's purple! Under normal circumstances, even if psoriasis worsens or deteriorates, it should only turn grayish-black. And even if there were mutations in this patient's psoriasis, it shouldn't develop in that direction. Truly, Master Muf's insight is extraordinary, identifying the crux of the problem at a glance."
"Extraordinary insight? ?" Upon hearing this, Muf Longkun suddenly laughed. He looked toward Chen Fei and said, "If this counts as extraordinary insight, then what should Doctor Chen be considered!?"
Imdiately, everyone's expression froze. Their gazes toward Chen Fei were filled with respect and incredulity.
Indeed, even a figure like Master Muf Longkun appeared to have only just discerned the problem, but he was unable to pinpoint its origin, whereas Chen Fei… seed to have understood everything from the start! Who is superior and who is inferior, do we even need to ask?
But... but that's too unbelievable, isn't it? How old is that kid? It couldn't be possible that his dical skills surpass those of a venerable monster like Master Muf, could it? Is that even possible?
While they all harbored such doubts, what happened next provided a thorough answer.
Master Muf Longkun actually turned to Chen Fei and asked, "Doctor Chen, I am still sowhat unclear about this patient's condition. Could you explain it to ?"
Upon hearing this, the five Sino-Korean dical experts at the scene nearly bit their own tongues off. For the great Master Muf Longkun to personally use the word 'explain' when addressing Chen Fei was deeply significant! It was akin to a figure they perceived as lofty as the Great Emperors of the heavenly realms condescending to ask others for advice. The shock of it was almost beyond their ability to describe in words.
"'Explain' is too strong a word. I'll just talk casually, and you can tell if I'm right or not," Chen Fei responded modestly, though he was also slightly startled.
Imdiately after, he grasped Yong Jun's arm, appropriately manipulated the skin around the lesion, and began, "If this were truly psoriasis, or a peculiar lesion derived from a mutation of the disease, doing this should theoretically make the affected area look slightly less congested and the color sowhat lighter. But now, take a look."
"The color deepened!?"
The crowd looked at the skin around the lesion held by Chen Fei's hand, only to discover that the color in the center had indeed deepened! Specifically, the purple beneath the mbranous layer appeared even more conspicuous.
"That's right, it's darker. And what does this an? It ans this isn't an issue of blood-heat, but rather a problem with the skin's superficial layer. That's why I asked what he used to do for a living," Chen Fei explained thodically, but he suddenly stopped at the end.
Seeing this, everyone's expression montarily froze. Then, the impatient Lu Lao was the first to break the silence, asking, "So what did he do for work before!?"
But Chen Fei simply shook his head, squinting his eyes without saying a word. At this mont, however, Muf Longkun suddenly looked up and said, "I understand now. So that's how it is."
He paused slightly, then looked deeply at Chen Fei and sighed with admiration. "Truly worthy of being the Little Divine Doctor to whom even Elder Xunn Lun admits inferiority. I didn't believe it before, but now I finally do. I, Muf Longkun, am far from your equal." Seeing is believing. Evidently, today he had been thoroughly shaken by Chen Fei's observational skills and dical expertise.
As for why neither of them elaborated, it was because the present circumstances were not appropriate for such a discussion.
With this thought, Master Muf Longkun turned directly to Li Binglie and asked with a knitted brow, "Are you a disciple of Che Zaihu?"
"Yes," Li Binglie, still reeling from the overwhelming shock of Muf Longkun's previous statent, nodded blankly.
Who is Elder Xunn Lun? In theory, Li Binglie had no qualification to know, but he had once heard a small clue from his ntor, Che Zaihu. Elder Xunn Lun was the current head of Huaxia's most prestigious and mysterious dical organization, the dical Sage Hall. Even his ntor, Che Zaihu, and Master Muf Longkun had to bow their heads and call themselves juniors in front of such a paragon of the Traditional dicine Community of Huaxia!
He... he actually admitted he was inferior to that young punk!? Am I going f*cking crazy, or am I dreaming!? H-How... how the f*ck is that possible!?
The astonishnt and surprise on the faces of Lu Lao, Elder Du, and the others were particularly striking. Compared to Li Binglie, they were obviously much more aware of what it ant for Elder Xunn Lun, an unreachable Mount Tai Beidou and a saintly figure of the Traditional dicine Community of Huaxia, to acknowledge inferiority to soone!
But now...
"You've all made enough of a fuss for today. Concede defeat," Master Muf declared at that mont.
In the eyes of a traditional Chinese dical titan like him, a so-called Sino-Korean dical skills exchange was akin to child's play, unworthy of his attention. If he hadn't known Chen Fei was coming, he wouldn't have even bothered to show up today.
But now that the farce was over, it was ti to admit defeat.
"Concede defeat? Alright… we concede." Li Binglie was stunned for a long mont, but in the end, he shook his head powerlessly and conceded with a disheartened expression. Though their Korean dicine Team still had one spot left, what was the use? With a monster like Chen Fei present, ten spots, or even a hundred, would still lead to nothing but embarrassnt and a sound trouncing.
At this mont, he finally began to realize that the sayings about the vastness of Huaxia and the profundity of its traditional dicine were no joke. Their Republic of Korea was still too far behind.
"WOW!"
"Did you hear that? What did that damn Korean say!?"
"Of course I heard him! He said they concede defeat!!!!!!!!"
"F*CK F*CK F*CK F*CK... Why do I suddenly feel like I'm tearing up?"
"Holy sh*t, talk about a coback from the brink! Absolutely divine!"
...
The barrage of comnts in the live broadcast rooms exploded in a frenzy. The text ssages seed like living, breathing people, unable to contain their ecstatic emotions as they roared with joy.
The Huaxia host on the comntary desk couldn't hide his thrilled expression either, shouting, "The Korean dicine Team has chosen to concede defeat! I now announce that in this Sino-Korean dical Skills Contest, our Traditional dicine Team of Huaxia is victorious!!!"
"We won! We won!" Down below, the traditional Chinese dicine practitioners and patriots who had gathered from all over the country roared in unison, their boiling excitent completely irrepressible.
It was no wonder they were so emotionally overwheld. Prior to this, they had all ntally braced themselves for three consecutive losses.
Even though many had said it didn't matter, if they had really lost, their hearts would have been incredibly heavy. They were all people of Huaxia, and traditional Chinese dicine was their thousand-year-old treasure. To lose to the South Koreans and lose face in front of the world's dia—how could they truly remain indifferent?
People, after all, are made of flesh and blood, with a sense of honor and sha, aren't they?
So their earlier curses and vehent tirades were rooted in disappointnt and anger at their side for not putting up a fight. In truth, their hearts had been tied in knots.
And now, they had fought back from the brink! They had actually, fantastically won! Who wouldn't be excited? Who wouldn't feel as if a heavy stone had been lifted from their heart, leaving them feeling utterly exhilarated and vindicated!?
This was a euphoric coback! Most importantly, they had won! They had defended the honor of traditional Chinese dicine!
Aweso!
Freaking aweso!
Perhaps only such explosive, slightly crude adjectives could express their current state of mind. It was true, truly freaking aweso!
anwhile, Chen Fei left a prescription behind and walked off the contest stage without hesitation. He 'understood' this situation all too well. If he didn't leave now, trouble was certain!
...
More than ten minutes later, on a tree-lined path leading off the Capital University campus, Master Muf Longkun bid farewell to Chen Fei. "Doctor Chen, since that's the case, I'll take my leave for today. We can talk more if we have the chance in the future. I greatly admire your dical skills."
"You're too kind, Elder Muf. I will definitely visit you when I have the chance," Chen Fei said with a modest smile.
"Farewell."
With that, Master Muf Longkun turned and left.
As for Li Dongshen and Zhou Zhengping, they followed behind him with complex expressions on their faces as they departed. Perhaps today's events had truly been an eye-opening lesson for the master and his disciples.
"Doctor Chen..." After watching Master Muf Longkun and the others disappear at the end of the path, Elder Du could no longer restrain his curiosity and began to ask.
However, he was cut off by Chen Fei's smiling interruption. He leaned in close to Elder Du's ear and whispered a few sentences, "It's like this..."
"Nuclear...!?" Upon hearing what Chen Fei whispered, Elder Du flinched instinctively, his body going rigid. Now he understood why Chen Fei and Master Muf had been so secretive earlier, unwilling to reveal the truth publicly. So that was why. Indeed, if it involved that kind of project, that kind of research, it was not sothing that could be casually discussed in public. Even he himself shouldn't have asked.
With that thought, he pushed the matter from his mind. He then bowed deeply to Chen Fei and said sincerely, "Mr. Chen, I truly thank you for this matter. If you hadn't been willing to personally intervene, we would have lost so much face."
"Elder Du, please don't say that. I, Chen Fei, am also a mber of the Traditional dicine Community of Huaxia. This was my duty; there's nothing to thank for…" Chen Fei replied, feeling a bit helpless, his expression turning earnest.
However, before he could finish his sentence, he abruptly stopped. A tall, imposing man in black with a cold deanor was walking straight toward him.
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