611: Chapter 611: The Impressive Side of Makoto Nishiu 611: Chapter 611: The Impressive Side of Makoto Nishiu The old man’s vacant eyes suddenly opened, sparkling with a brilliant light.
“Huff!”
After withdrawing the needles, Ye Chenfeng took a long breath; this acupuncture session had also taken a considerable toll on him.
“Ah?
What’s happened to ?
Where am I?” The old man was completely bewildered upon awakening.
“Whooosh!”
Everyone in the stands stood up to applaud Ye Chenfeng, and even the First Lady was captivated by his mystical needle technique, thoroughly convincing everyone of Ye Chenfeng’s expertise.
“Young Divine Doctor, you cured my father.
I’m so grateful to you!” The old man’s son couldn’t stop thanking him, tears streaming down his face.
“That’s right, Divine Land’s Young Divine Doctor is truly miraculous.
I think the Japanese Traditional Chinese dicine Practitioner delegation should just give up and not compete!” soone from the audience shouted.
The people from the dical Spirit Hall, as well as other Divine Land natives, felt extrely gratified, Ye Chenfeng’s actions were truly heartening.
Ye Chenfeng waved his hand and said, “We can’t talk like that, there are still two rounds to go.”
Ye Chenfeng stepped forward to return the Ghost Doctor Seven Deadly Needles to Moriyama Nojin: “Thank you for the Divine Needles, senior!”
Moriyama Nojin was already sowhat numb.
The reporters captured this mont as well, and Ye Chenfeng had now beco a legend.
Then the host raised Ye Chenfeng’s hand and announced, “The first round is won by Divine Land’s representative, Ye Chenfeng!”
“I’ll compete with you in the second round!” Suddenly, Makoto Nishiu stood up, releasing a powerful presence that attracted everyone’s attention once again.
Lin Qingzhu confrontationally stood in front of Ye Chenfeng, glancing at Makoto Nishiu, locking eyes and sparking off fierce interactions.
To the uninford, they might seem like romantic rivals.
According to the rules, the second round was about dication, and based on Lin Qingzhu’s information, Makoto Nishiu was a versatile prodigy in Traditional Chinese dicine, skilled in pulse diagnosis, acupuncture, and even more in pharmacology.
Therefore, Ye Chenfeng felt a bit of pressure, especially when the tall and beautiful Makoto Nishiu looked at him with eyes that seed as if she wanted to kill him.
Opposite him, Makoto Nishiu puckered her lips, staring at Ye Chenfeng playfully and said, “This ti, I’m going to make you lose miserably!”
However, Ye Chenfeng just chuckled: “Ignorant little girl, besides being rich in womanly assets, I haven’t noticed any other strengths in you!” saying this, Ye Chenfeng eyed Makoto Nishiu up and down.
“You…” Makoto Nishiu was rebuffed.
However, everyone liked the confrontational atmosphere from the get-go, and since the verbal sparring was so thrilling, what ca next was sure to be even more exciting.
“Bring the second patient to the stage!”
No sooner had the words been spoken than a pungent, nauseating odor filled the air, followed by a patient being helped onto the stage, while the doctor assisting him was “fully ard” – covered in an isolation suit and wearing a thick mask over his nose.
When everyone first saw the patient, many vomited, especially the journalists—it was pure agony.
Not throwing up the mont the cara focused was a sign of exceptional ntal strength.
The patient’s neck and face were entirely rotten, oozing with repulsive pus.
Makoto Nishiu’s face turned pale, and Ye Chenfeng was also severely startled.
Glancing through the gaps of the patient’s oversized robe revealed a body as decayed as the face, with lines of pus oozing from both trouser legs, leaving a trail of fetid traces on the ground.
Ye Chenfeng was once again shocked.
What happened to this patient, and how could their entire body rot to this degree?
He wondered where this patient had co from.
“Let introduce.
This patient has contracted ulcerative disease, which has an extrely low incidence rate!
However, once one contracts this condition, it is a harbinger of doom.
The surface of the body starts decaying, gradually followed by internal organs.
Several patients with this condition didn’t die from the rot itself but from the nausea and terror of watching their bodies decay.
Moreover, modern Western dicine is completely helpless against this!” The host introduced this while trembling slightly.
“Hiss!” The crowd gasped in horror.
The disease was truly terrifying, and watching the patient’s rotting visage on the stage, so vomited again.
Shock filled Makoto Nishiu’s beautiful eyes.
Although Ye Chenfeng had never encountered such a patient, the sight of the patient and the host’s introduction sent shivers down his spine—it was sowhat terrifying.
“Ugh, this is so disgusting.
I don’t know where they found such a person; I probably won’t be able to eat for days!” A woman in the audience clutched her chest, her face the picture of revulsion.
“Great, you can diet then!” a companion joked beside her.
“I’ll give it a try,” suddenly, a crisp voice rang out in the venue.
Ye Chenfeng didn’t expect Makoto Nishiu to be the first to step forward.
The nauseatingly foul stench seed to have no effect on her, as she walked up to the patient without hesitation.
The patient had not anticipated anyone would approach him, let alone such a stunning beauty.
Conscious of his facial disfigurent, he instinctively stepped back.
“Don’t be afraid!” Makoto Nishiu offered comfort to the patient, whether genuinely fearless or rely putting on a brave front.
“Hiss!” The crowd couldn’t help but gasp once more.
“This girl is so brave; she’s impressive!” The people below started to admire Makoto Nishiu.
“Indeed, the top talent of Traditional Chinese dicine Practitioners!” The crowd was full of praise for Makoto Nishiu.
Indeed, just the courage of Makoto Nishiu was enough to astonish everyone.
“You can take off your shirt,” Makoto Nishiu gently peeled away the patient’s baggy robe.
The mont that badly decayed body was exposed, it stood before everyone, uneven and oozing blood and pus.
The fully “armored” staff mbers who had helped the patient up to the stage gagged, then scattered like startled rabbits.
Yet Makoto Nishiu’s expression remained unchanged; she made a bold move and touched the patient’s body with her hand.
Feeling the soft sludge of pus, Makoto Nishiu was suddenly startled.
The decay was so severe, only a thin layer of skin remained intact, and most of the body’s interior was rotten as well.
The situation was very much in jeopardy.
“Do you feel anything?” Makoto Nishiu touched several of the patient’s acupoints, but the patient shook his head, indicating no sensation whatsoever.
The only step remaining from the traditional Chinese dical processes of observation, listening and slling, and questioning was palpation.
Makoto Nishiu couldn’t help but place her slender, green-onion-like fingers on the patient’s wrist.
The mont she felt the pulse, Makoto Nishiu’s face changed,
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