419: Chapter 419 Defeat?
419: Chapter 419 Defeat?
“Yuanming, your grandfather’s situation is extrely unfavorable right now!
Truth be told, traditional Chinese dicine does tend to work slower than Western dicine, but as the saying goes, ‘all drugs have their side effects,’ and our Chinese dicine significantly reduces the burden on the human body compared to Western dication.
However, today’s competition is about who can improve the patient’s condition in a short period of ti, which is clearly unfair to practitioners of traditional Chinese dicine.”
Gathered together were the young successors of Huaxia Country’s dical field, among them Ye Chenfeng, mingling within.
The one speaking was Duan Tianrui, his tone laced with worry.
This was an international dical exchange competition between different countries.
If Huaxia Country were to be defeated in this international dical exchange, it would be a major loss of face for Huaxia’s dical community.
Lu Yuanming watched his grandfather Lu Shengrong on the stage intently and said, “That won’t happen, my grandfather will never lose.
My grandfather is a leading authority in Huaxia’s community of traditional Chinese dicine practitioners.
If he were to lose this competition, then Huaxia’s field of traditional Chinese dicine would be utterly ruined.
I can say with certainty that my grandfather is the number one figure in Huaxia’s community of traditional Chinese dicine practitioners.”
Hearing Lu Yuanming’s self-deceiving words, Ye Chenfeng couldn’t help but shake his head in pity.
He could tell that Lu Shengrong on stage was clearly out of ideas, and if things continued this way, Lu Shengrong would undoubtedly be defeated.
On the stage, the dical authorities from Country M, Wester, and the Island Nation’s Chikawa Tomohisa had both diagnosed the patient’s condition accurately.
For Western dicine practitioners, acute enteritis is not a tricky condition to handle.
Besides, the content of this competition was rely to improve the patient’s condition in a short ti, which ant stabilizing the patient’s condition was sufficient.
Wester and Chikawa Tomohisa had dication in their dical kits that could alleviate acute enteritis.
Just by administering the pills, you could count on seeing results within half an hour.
Huaxia’s dical community was destined to be defeated in today’s contest.
As Wester and Chikawa Tomohisa administered the pills to the patient, Lu Shengrong beca so anxious that his forehead broke out in a dense sweat.
If he were to prescribe a traditional Chinese dicine treatnt now, it was clearly already too late, and besides, traditional Chinese dicine did not take effect as quickly as Western dication.
Even if there was a prepared Chinese dicinal decoction for the patient to drink, in the end, it would certainly still be Lu Shengrong who lost.
“It looks like there’s a very high possibility we’re going to lose today’s competition.
Wester and Chikawa Tomohisa have already administered the pills to the patient, and we’ve agreed that we can only use traditional Chinese dicine.
Otherwise, relieving acute enteritis would be achievable with just two pills,” said Duan Nan, sighing sowhat despondently.
“Old Duan, this year’s international dical exchange competition is clearly rigged by Country M and the Island Nation.
They’re obviously out to make a mockery of Huaxia Country.
And that Old Lu, what’s he doing standing there stunned at this critical mont?
There are many ways to lose, and as long as we from Huaxia don’t suffer a complete and utter defeat, we won’t end up being the laughingstock of the international dical community,” said Huaxia’s dical authority Cheng Yingxun, impatient and frustrated.
“Old Cheng, keep your cool.
Things have progressed to this stage; there’s no use fretting about it.
Just wait calmly for the outco,” said Duan Nan, patting Cheng Yingxun on the shoulder.
The younger generation seated behind the dical authorities of Huaxia Country, upon hearing the conversations of Duan Nan and others, also realized that for Lu Shengrong, a highly respected figure in the world of traditional Chinese dicine, the chances of winning today’s competition were slim to none.
“Ye Chenfeng, I’m asking you, are your dical skills truly exceptional?
Are you a practitioner of traditional Chinese dicine?
If you were up there, could you improve the patient’s condition in a short amount of ti?” Yi Siying, who was known for her aggressiveness, asked in a hushed tone, as she watched Ye Chenfeng, who had remained expressionless all along.
Ye Chenfeng sat between Yi Siying and Jiang Yung.
This naturally caused dissatisfaction among so of the other talented young individuals, and the well-behaved Jiang Yung also gazed at Ye Chenfeng’s face with curiosity.
Despite Yi Siying keeping her voice low, others still overheard her.
Already irritable at the sight of his grandfather on stage without a plan, Lu Yuanming scoffed and said, “Although Ye Chenfeng is Master Duan’s disciple, Master Duan is proficient in Western dicine.
In front of my grandfather, Ye Chenfeng is insignificant.
If Ye Chenfeng’s dical skills are better than my grandfather’s, then I, Lu Yuanming, am willing to strip down to my underwear and run a lap around the private clubhouse.”
“Your grandfather is indeed very impressive!
He’s waited so long without starting treatnt—is he expecting the patient to get better just by being looked at?
If that’s his dical skill, it’s truly formidable.
I’ll have to ask for his teaching soday,” Ye Chen said with mocking playfulness.
Yi Siying couldn’t help but laugh uproariously without any restraint, and Jiang Yung struggled to suppress the smile tugging at the corners of her mouth.
Lu Yuanming’s face turned beet red, and he choked as if a fishbone was stuck in his throat, unable to find the words to retort.
“Young man, is it appropriate for you to ridicule a senior figure in the dical community like this?
Old Lu is widely recognized as a leading authority in Huaxia’s traditional Chinese dicine community, not soone a junior like you can criticize willy-nilly.
Old Duan, you must discipline your disciple properly,” said one of the authorities.
“Right!
Old Duan, isn’t your disciple a bit too arrogant?
We who study dicine should be modest and courteous.
Your disciple really shouldn’t act like this.”
…
Ye Chenfeng and the others’ conversation was overheard by a group of dical authorities sitting in front, who all turned their heads to reprimand Ye Chenfeng.
Who was Ye Chenfeng?
The master of Duan Nan.
When Duan Nan saw his master being criticized in such a way, he was just about to explain when he saw Ye Chenfeng give him a slight shake of his head.
Duan Nan swallowed the words that had reached his throat.
Lu Yuanming, seeing that all the dical authorities were speaking up for him, felt incredibly delighted and boasted to Ye Chenfeng, “See that?
My grandfather is highly prestigious in the dical field of Huaxia Country; he’s not soone you can just talk about like that.”
Ye Chenfeng really didn’t know what Lu Yuanming was so happy about.
His grandfather, Lu Shengrong, was about to lose this dical competition—a real idiot.
On the stage, Lu Shengrong let out a slight breath, as if he had made up his mind, and took out an acupuncture kit.
He planned to use acupuncture to relieve the patient’s acute enteritis.
The Lu family had a set of inherited acupuncture techniques called Resurrection Eight Needles, which were very profound.
Lu Shengrong had been studying it since he was twenty and still didn’t fully understand it.
However, he knew the effects of Resurrection Eight Needles were significant; if he could really execute them, relieving acute enteritis would undoubtedly be possible.
Lu Shengrong couldn’t afford to lose this competition, and neither could the Huaxia dical field.
So he had to take a risk because he was not proficient in employing the Resurrection Eight Needles technique, and he could only perform the first four needles.
Perhaps using the first four might relieve the patient’s acute enteritis.
This was a gamble for Lu Shengrong.
Logically speaking, doctors shouldn’t have such a ntality, but Lu Shengrong had no other choice; he was fully committed.
Lu Shengrong had the patient lift his shirt and disinfected the silver needles with fla and alcohol.
Wiping the beads of sweat on his forehead with the back of his hand, his needles accurately and swiftly punctured the patient’s abdon—one after another.
“How do you feel now?” After the four needles were inserted, Lu Shengrong anxiously asked the young patient.
The young man replied, “I feel a bit better than before, but my intestines still hurt a lot, and the symptoms of dizziness and nausea haven’t gone away.”
Currently, Lu Shengrong had two choices: one was to retract the needles and forfeit the competition; the other was to attempt the fifth needle, but it was very likely to fail.
After hesitating for over a dozen seconds, Lu Shengrong decided to take the risk.
When the fifth needle pierced the patient’s abdon, strands of fresh blood began to seep out.
Had Lu Shengrong failed?
It was only to be expected, since Lu Shengrong had never successfully perford the fifth of the Resurrection Eight Needles before.
In such a competitive setting, trying to force the fifth needle was bound to be a shot in the dark.
Seeing the fresh blood trickling from the patient’s abdon, Lu Shengrong’s face turned deathly pale in an instant.
He knew that after today’s competition, not only would Chinese dicine be called trash, but his own halo in the Huaxia traditional dical community could also vanish completely.
(To be continued.
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