Song Guotao had been busy the whole ti, and not only did the poison fail to be removed from the muscular man, but in the end, he even fainted away. Whereas Ding Fan had managed to extract the poisoned blood from the man's body in just over ten minutes. The clear winner was obvious to all.
At this mont, Song Guotao's face turned extrely ugly. He hadn't anticipated things would turn out this way. If he had known beforehand how aweso Ding Fan was, he wouldn't have challenged him, even if it killed him.
But then again, who would believe that a young man in his twenties could possess such astonishing dical skills? Could it be that the people of Huaxia Country had eaten so much fertilizer that they had all beco this formidable?
By now, Ding Fan had already begun to remove the silver needles from the muscular man, who had regained consciousness. He hardly looked like the dying man he was before.
Once the muscular man learned it was Ding Fan who had saved him, he expressed his gratitude imdiately, "Thank you, Doctor, for saving ."
Ding Fan simply waved his hand in response to the muscular man's thanks, not saying much. With so many people talking at once, it wasn't the ti to inquire about the Azure Fla Beast.
"Doctor Song, I appreciate your courtesy." Ding Fan's original intention in competing with Song Guotao was to save the muscular man.
Having done what he ca to do, Ding Fan was ready to greet Song Guotao and then leave.
However, Song Guotao's expression darkened at that mont.
"Young man, this play you and your friend have staged at Zongfang Hall must be aid at , right? I wonder which senior I, Song Guotao, have offended. Please, do tell…"
As soon as Song Guotao finished speaking, the onlookers started buzzing with lively discussions again. His words clearly suggested that Ding Fan's successful treatnt was a setup.
"I knew there was sothing fishy. This young man targeted Doctor Song as soon as he arrived. Clearly, the young man and the patient bitten by the snake were in cahoots."
"Ah...soone is trying to harm Doctor Song. This move is too ruthless..."…
Supporters of Song Guotao began speaking out.
Seeing public opinion swing back his way, Song Guotao felt a surge of relief. After all, as an academic of the TCM Research Institute in Honggang City, it would be a huge joke if he had to acknowledge Ding Fan as his superior.
And then there was the promise of treating patients for free at Zongfang Hall for a year. When Zongfang Hall had invited him to consult, he didn't need to co every day, just twice a week. Even so, they had agreed on a price of one million. If it were to be for free, the loss would be substantial.
Ding Fan looked at Song Guotao, his brows furrowing tightly. It was clear the other party was trying to shirk responsibility and redirect the focus.
In Ding Fan's view, Song Guotao was really nothing special. Having won the dical competition, Ding Fan hadn't intended to pursue the matter further. If Song Guotao hadn't started making excuses, Ding Fan would have simply turned around and left. After all, his only purpose in coming here was for the muscular man.
It was no big deal to lose, but Song Guotao was blatantly making excuses and shifting the bla, which greatly irritated Ding Fan.
"Do you think you didn't lose because of your dical skills? You think you were frad by my tricks?" Ding Fan asked, his tone calm.
Song Guotao huffed, "Young man, how many years have you been practicing dicine? Do you really think everyone here is a fool? The illness I can't cure, and yet you can?"
Ding Fan said indifferently, "It seems you are not convinced of the outco of our recent competition. How about this, choose another topic, sothing you're good at."
Song Guotao was taken aback; he hadn't expected Ding Fan to challenge him again.
If Song Guotao had been confident before about competing with Ding Fan, now he had no confidence at all.
The other spectators might not have known, but he was aware that Ding Fan and the muscular man had not colluded. He also realized that in terms of acupuncture, Ding Fan was at least his equal.
Song Guotao's previous argunts were just for show, nothing but excuses to save face. If he were to compete with Ding Fan now and lose again, then he, Song Guotao, might as well give up his career in the dical field.
But just at that mont, there was a disturbance in the crowd of onlookers. As Song Guotao looked over, he saw a foreigner accompanied by a beautiful woman making their way through the crowd.
When Song Guotao saw the newcor clearly, he almost doubted his eyes. The person who had just co in was none other than the world-renowned Nobel Prize winner in dicine, and an expert physician at the Royal Hospital of the British Empire, Owen.
Owen was practically a celebrity in the dical world. Song Guotao had read many of Owen's dical writings and never would have imagined that Owen would appear here.
At that mont, there were also quite a few people who recognized Owen. Because of the arrival of dical celebrity Owen, the situation montarily spiraled out of control.
"Mr. Owen, is it really you? I can't believe my eyes," Song Guotao said, with no more ti to bother with Ding Fan. To see a star of Owen's caliber, that might only happen once in a lifeti.
Owen rely nodded perfunctorily to Song Guotao's solicitous behavior, and quickly brushed it off. His gaze swept across the room, finally settling on Ding Fan.
Upon seeing Ding Fan, a thick layer of surprise imdiately flashed across Owen's face.
"Oh? Great Doctor, you're really here, that's wonderful..." As Owen spoke, he opened his arms and walked over to Ding Fan, who stood to one side.
Ding Fan was montarily startled, judging by this behavior, it seed Owen had co especially for him.
When Owen reached Ding Fan, he gave him a big hug. Song Guotao, watching from the side, had a look of displeasure creep across his face.
Owen had only nodded perfunctorily to himself, but not only did he wear a smile for Ding Fan, but he also gave such a large hug. In Owen's mind, the hierarchy between the two n was clear without the need for comparison.
Others around them, seeing the dical celebrity disregard Song Guotao, the "King of Needles," to instead embrace Ding Fan, began to speculate about Ding Fan's identity.
"Great Doctor, I heard you had a competition of dical skills on the second floor just now. I'm sure you won," Owen said, before letting out a long sigh, "What a pity I missed the chance to witness your superb dical technique." Owen expressed his regret.
Song Guotao's complexion beca more unsightly. Owen had presud his loss without even asking, which felt like an underestimation.
However, Song Guotao was unable to offer a rebuttal, as the competition had indeed resulted in his defeat.
"Mr. Owen, you are not too late. The competition between Mr. Song Guotao and myself hasn't finished yet. We can continue the competition as soon as he chooses the topic," Ding Fan said indifferently, looking at Song Guotao.
Ding Fan wouldn't normally bother to trample on soone like Song Guotao, but since the man was asking for it, Ding Fan figured he might as well take the ti to teach him a lesson.
"Is that so?" Owen's eyes widened when he heard there was still a competition to be had. He eagerly said to Song Guotao, "Mr. Song, that's fantastic of you. By competing with the Doctor, we'll be able to witness the Doctor's incredible technique once more!"
Song Guotao's face reached the pinnacle of unpleasantness. From Owen's attitude, it was clear he had never considered Song Guotao might win; he simply wanted to see how Ding Fan had won over him...
As much as Song Guotao felt aggrieved, he had no room to argue, because, in reality, he was no match for Ding Fan.
"Mr. Song, please propose the next topic," Ding Fan said, addressing Song Guotao at this point.
Seeing Owen's attitude toward Ding Fan, Song Guotao realized that Ding Fan was no ordinary person. Even a dical star like Owen was calling him a great Doctor, which ant Ding Fan must possess extrely powerful dical skills.
Knowing this, Song Guotao no longer wished to compete. If he were to lose to Ding Fan twice, where would his dignity be?
When Owen saw Song Guotao hesitate without speaking, he beca sowhat anxious. "Mr. Song, please propose the topic quickly. I am eager to see the Doctor's dical prowess!"
Song Guotao truly felt like he was out of options; he really had no confidence in winning against Ding Fan... To participate could an utter defeat, yet not to participate would an a complete loss of reputation...
"Mr. Owen, what wind has brought you here?" As Song Guotao was caught in his quandary, a middle-aged man dressed in a suit approached.
This man was the general manager of Zongfang Hall, Rao Licheng.
Once Rao Licheng was inford that a celebrity like Owen had arrived at Zongfang Hall, he, having t Owen a few tis before, promptly ca over to receive him.
"Mr. Rao..." Owen naturally recognized Rao Licheng. After so basic pleasantries, Owen directly addressed him. "...This great Doctor, with a few Silver Needles, cleared a cerebral thrombosis in less than half an hour... I am aware of Huaxia Country's tradition of pursuing learning from others, and I wish to take the Doctor as my master..."
What?! Upon hearing Owen's words, a buzz of conversation erupted among the onlookers.
Silver Needles clearing a cerebral thrombosis in less than half an hour—a condition Western dicine's precise instrunts could not cure—if these words hadn't co from Owen himself, who would believe them?
Song Guotao's face grew extrely unsightly. By now, he felt that he stood no chance against Ding Fan.
Cerebral thrombosis, cleared in half an hour. That was sothing he couldn't achieve. And Song Guotao believed that probably no one in Huaxia Country could do it.
Just what sort of being had he provoked...
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