332: Chapter 0332: Grandmaster of Chinese dicine Becos a Disciple 332: Chapter 0332: Grandmaster of Chinese dicine Becos a Disciple The people around all listened with great satisfaction, having seen Zhang Yang being presumptuous in front of his own ntor, they had long wanted to teach the young man a lesson.
Zhang Yang clenched his teeth and insisted, “No matter what you say, you can’t treat tumors!”
He was in the oncology departnt of a dical university-affiliated hospital, where he also held the position of deputy director.
Every week, he would take on one patient, and he had a very rich clinical experience.
Now, he decided to combat Long Fei’s weakness with his own strength.
Seeing Long Fei staring at him without speaking, he felt incredibly smug.
An Xiaoke said to Zhang Yang with a speechless expression, “Teacher Zhang, oncology is a surgical field, which has nothing to do with us, the layn in traditional Chinese dicine.
Isn’t it too much for you to use this as a comparison in a competition?”
Zhang Yang said indifferently, “Just now, treating facial paralysis was also a disadvantage of Western dicine, but I still accepted the challenge!
Why can’t he do the sa?”
“You…”
An Xiaoke had previously thought he was a refined gentleman, but now she saw him as nothing more than a shaless fanatic.
An Taiyan then said, “Brother Long, you don’t have to compete with him.
Whether traditional Chinese dicine is dregs or not will be judged by the world, there’s no need to get entangled with him.”
He thoroughly despised Zhang Yang.
As a son-in-law, he would never let him have his way.
Long Fei, however, laughed confidently and issued a challenge to Zhang Yang, “Fine, I’ll trouble you to lose convincingly.
Set a ti, find two tumor patients, and let’s see who is better.”
Zhang Yang had been waiting for these words and asked him, “Does our bet still stand?”
He looked at An Xiaoke with an undying hope.
“Of course!”
Long Fei’s mouth curved into a smile, his deanor fully spirited, not taking him seriously at all.
An Xiaoke felt depressed, not wanting to be used as a bet by two n.
However, Long Fei was standing up for her today, so she didn’t feel right saying much and could only let out a sigh of exasperation, letting them make a fuss.
“Then it’s settled.
I’ll go back and arrange it.
Let’s et this Saturday at the First Hospital!”
Zhang Yang seed to have Long Fei all figured out, his face full of arrogance.
He left with his back straight, while everyone in the room watched him leave with contempt, each muttering, “Shaless.”
An Taiyan waved his hand, signaling everyone to get back to work.
He then said to Long Fei apologetically, “Brother Long, I’ve caused you trouble.”
Long Fei smiled, “Elder, no need to mind, I just can’t stand it when people badmouth our ancestors’ ways.
I should be the one apologizing to Little Ke, I truly overstepped just now.”
An Xiaoke fiddled with her fingers and gave him a shrug of her nose.
She moved to the back of the counter and took out the four prescriptions of traditional Chinese dicine that Long Fei had ordered today.
Three of those prescriptions were for Sister Yingying and Wang Xiaoya to open up the Eight Extraordinary ridians.
One was for his own use, as he had been feeling a bit overworked lately, and needed so dicine to replenish his Essential Qi and nourish his blood.
An Taiyan stroked his beard, watching his granddaughter and then glancing at Long Fei with a pondering look, his smile unceasing.
He already had a good impression of Long Fei, and now it had only grown stronger.
Especially when it ca to Long Fei’s expertise in traditional Chinese dicine, even he had to admit defeat.
He asked curiously, “Brother Long, what technique did you use during the acupuncture just now?
How were the effects so imdiate?”
An Xiaoke frowned and pricked up her ears from behind the counter.
Long Fei showed a hint of hesitation, which made An Taiyan think it might be his exclusive secret technique, sothing not to be shared lightly.
Thus, he quickly said, “I was presumptive, Brother Long.
If you don’t want to talk about it, let’s not.”
In the field of traditional Chinese dicine, having exclusive recipes is as important as intellectual property rights.
Nobody wants to casually share their ans of livelihood with others.
An Xiaoke pursed her lips and muttered to herself, “Stingy.”
Long Fei, however, laughed and shook his head, “Elder, you’ve misunderstood my intention.
My hesitation earlier was because I feared you wouldn’t believe if I told you.”
An Taiyan beca even more curious, frowning as he said, “Speak, there’s no harm.”
Long Fei explained, “What I actually did earlier was use the ‘thod of Essential Qi Emission’ from ancient martial arts; by guiding Qi with needles, I forced the essential Qi into the woman’s bloodstream, helping her unblock the numbed and obstructed ridians.
Hence, the imdiate effect.”
An Taiyan’s body jolted, and he exclaid repeatedly, “Guiding Qi with needles?
I’ve only read about it in dical texts, never imagined such dical techniques actually existed in the world!”
He was so excited that he grabbed onto Long Fei’s arm.
His expression was akin to eting an idol, his lips trembling as he looked at Long Fei, “Brother Long, does your family lack a disciple to serve tea and water?
No, you must take on as your disciple instead!”
Upon his request, both Long Fei and An Xiaoke felt an urge to vomit blood.
An Xiaoke blurted out, “Grandfather, have you lost your mind?”
A prestigious traditional dicine expert making such a statent to a junior was unexpected.
Not only An Xiaoke was taken aback, but a group of disciples were also shocked.
An Taiyan, however, didn’t feel any discomfort; he had been studying dicine from a young age, beginning with serving tea and water for his master.
Old customs were far more nurous back then.
In every profession, if one wished to learn a craft from a master,
one had to first sweep the courtyard for a year, and then, if the master felt you were teachable, you’d be allowed to serve closely for another year.
After passing this one-year trial, you’d be taken in to do odd jobs.
To beco an official disciple, it would take at least three years.
Since Liu Jinsuo had beco Long Fei’s disciple, even that proud old man could swallow his pride; so An Taiyan couldn’t care less anymore.
In dicine, there’s no distinction of seniority; the one with the superior dical skills is honored.
Despite being halfway into the grave in his lifeti,
the old man’s heart was still as warm towards the pursuit of traditional dicine as any young person’s.
Seeing his impulsiveness, Long Fei worried that his high blood pressure might soar or sothing.
He helped An Taiyan sit down on a chair and said politely, “Elder, let’s do this.
I’ll teach you the thod of guiding Qi with needles, but let’s forget about the formal master-disciple relationship.
Right now, I really don’t have the intention to take on disciples.”
“No, no, absolutely not!”
The old gentleman was quite stubborn – how could one learn from others without calling them ‘master’?
He suggested, “How about this, I’ll be like Liu Jinsuo, beco your registered disciple.
What do you think?”
Unable to resist him, Long Fei reluctantly agreed with a wry smile, “Alright then, we’ll do as you say.”
“Excellent, excellent!”
An Taiyan, like a child, was thrilled and eagerly asked An Xiaoke to make tea.
He insisted on kneeling with both knees on the ground, offering the teacup to Long Fei with both hands.
This is known as serving tea to one’s master, sothing all his dical disciples had done in their initiation.
He felt no discomfort, but Long Fei broke into a cold sweat on his forehead.
Having such an elderly gentleman kneel before him made him feel as though it was shortening his own life.
He took a sip from the teacup and hastily helped the old man up, lest his old arms and legs would suffer from kneeling too long.
An Xiaoke was biting her teeth tightly; she had to admit how impressive her grandfather was.
Now that he had beco Long Fei’s master, would she need to call Long Fei ‘Steward’ the next ti she saw him?
This would undoubtedly inflate Long Fei’s ego even more.
Just as she thought this, An Taiyan turned and instructed her and the other disciples in a commanding voice, “Well, aren’t you all hurrying over to pay your respects to the Steward?”
At that mont, An Xiaoke felt a strong desire to die!
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