"..."
Zhang Yunfeng was taken aback, completely unaware that he had been set up by Lin Zifeng.
"What exactly happened?"
Zhang Yunfeng’s father, Zhang Sanfeng, angrily rushed down from the stage.
Everything that was unfolding before him was unexpected, even for him.
"Father!" Zhang Yunfeng saw his father coming to his aid and imdiately communicated his confusion through his expression.
"What on earth is going on?"
The surrounding Western dicine elites began to stir with excitent. Although they didn’t understand, it was clear that the one suffering losses this ti was Zhang Yunfeng, son of the Broken Vein King.
"What did you do to my son!"
Zhang Sanfeng had spent so much ti nurturing his two sons, placing all his hopes on Zhang Yunfeng. Now it seed they were about to face defeat.
"Perhaps you should ask your son!"
Lin Zifeng sneered repeatedly, personally pulling the beautiful young woman forward to face the crowd, smiling: "The conclusion of all this should be explained by this gorgeous lady here; she is the one with the right to speak!"
Lin Zifeng’s sweet words once again captivated the young woman.
"Father, I don’t know what happened!"
Zhang Yunfeng hurriedly explained; the incident that just occurred was beyond his comprehension as to why his ridian Guiding Technique suddenly failed, almost causing a disaster.
"You don’t know what happened? Do you need my help to sort this out?" Lin Zifeng held the young woman’s hand, smiling gently at her: "You are the party involved, you should clarify this to everyone."
"Alright."
The young woman nodded.
She stepped forward, bowing to the stunned audience all around, and said: "Earlier, when the two divine doctors were treating , at first when Dr. Zhang was treating , I clearly felt my pulse was stable and smooth. But in the end, it seed he controlled my pulse, making my entire body’s pulse seem to be manipulated by him; it felt incredibly uncomfortable.
If I hadn’t pushed him away in ti, my pulse would have felt like it was about to break; it was extrely swollen and unbearable."
"You’re lying!"
Zhang Yunfeng’s eyes filled with anger, unable to restrain himself from roaring twice, pointing at the young woman and shouting loudly.
"I am not! You manipulated all my body’s pulses; is this how your so-called Chinese dicine treats patients? Do you not consider the feelings of us patients?"
The young woman, hearing this, beca particularly agitated.
"Although I controlled your pulse, I did not disturb your pulse; I did not harm you!"
"Yes, you didn’t harm . But you didn’t respect either! As a qualified Chinese dicine doctor, shouldn’t you get the patient’s consent before manipulating our pulse? Ignoring whether we’ve agreed or how we feel, can you really bear that burden?"
The young woman fiercely glared at him before her gaze softened as she turned towards Lin Zifeng, speaking gently to everyone: "But this divine doctor is different. Not only did he consider my feelings, but he also cared for my body. At that ti, I felt a magical current flowing into my body, it was very refreshing and comfortable."
"Kid, don’t think I don’t know about you, hmph! So-called Divine Needle Sect successor, that’s complete nonsense! The special skill you used doesn’t even involve a single hair of the Divine Needle!"
Zhang Sanfeng finally beca infuriated; the more he listened to the young woman’s account, the more he realized the consequences could beco increasingly severe. At that point, it would be difficult to clear the air.
I don’t oppose you saying this because you are my opponent; I have seen many instances of slandering opponents. But have you misunderstood sothing? A real Chinese dicine doctor at least puts patients first, rather than fighting, treating patients as re instrunts for competition. Is Chinese dicine rely vying for empty fa, not focusing on treating patients?"
Lin Zifeng’s voice was so loud that it echoed in the hearts of everyone present, earning quite a bit of acknowledgnt and approval.
I have always believed that whether it’s Chinese dicine or Western dicine, the essence is to rescue those in need of us, not for the sake of vying for titles by treating the patient’s body as a battlefield. Do you think this is very successful? Have you considered the ntal pressure patients endure due to their illnesses?"
By the end, the Chinese dicine doctors present were nearly speechless. Many old Chinese dicine predecessors raised their thumbs to express admiration for Lin Zifeng.
"Kid, with everything you’ve said, what are you trying to achieve!"
Zhang Sanfeng protected his son, his eyes nearly spitting fire.
"What am I trying to achieve? I want to ask you, Zhang Sanfeng, what are you trying to achieve? Are these competitions truly so important to you folks from the Broken Vein Sect? Yet here you are, ignoring the suffering of patients, playing ’Human Body dical Warfare’ in front of all these people; is that fair to the patients who trust you? You say I’m not from the Divine Needle Sect, right? Fine, today I’ll show you sothing, let you understand, what a real Divine Needle is!"
Upon finishing his words, Lin Zifeng waved his wide sleeves, ten long, thin flashes of silver hovered as if possessing life in front of him.
The ten silver needles floated and remained still, eventually locking their targets on Zhang Sanfeng and his son. In an instant, they shot towards the two from different angles and directions.
"What are you trying to do!"
Zhang Sanfeng pulled his son swiftly back.
Until those ten silver needles forced the two into a corner, Lin Zifeng waved his hand again, and the ten silver needles vanished without a trace!
"Are, are those silver needles transford from Vital Energy?"
At this mont, soone in the audience couldn’t help but be shocked.
"Yes, those are transford from Vital Energy!" Soone answered in amazent, but their look was very peculiar because being able to transform Vital Energy into silver needles requires at least Qi Dao Realm cultivation. For a qualified Chinese dicine doctor, possessing such terrifying cultivation would be simply perfect! Especially soone so young, with this kind of cultivation, is truly a rare genius-level figure!
Who says the dical King can’t possess high-level cultivation and combat power?
"Senior Zhang, now you should have witnessed whether I am capable of using the Divine Needle." With the expansion of airwaves, retracting his right hand, Lin Zifeng strode forward, standing tall, with a look of surveying all beings—he was truly impressive!
"You, you really are the successor of the Divine Needle Sect!"
Zhang Sanfeng was terribly scared; to be able to transform Vital Energy into a Divine Needle, it’s imaginable how terrifying he must be. Most Chinese dicine doctors have very low cultivation, even his cultivation as the Broken Vein King was rely at the middle stage of the Condensation Realm...
"Yes! He is our Divine Needle Sect’s extraordinary successor, Lin Zifeng!"
At this point, Wang Chongyang’s eyes flashed with excitent as he shouted.
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