With Wang Xiaomin’s introduction, Lin Zifeng roughly understood. She was recomnding distinguished figures in Chinese dicine to him. If these three pharmacists could be brought into the Huayu Group, it would certainly be of great significance to the group.
"Uh... Hehehe, so the three renowned pharmacists you’re talking about are these three seniors! It’s a pleasure to et you." Lin Zifeng forced a smile, shaking hands with each of the three old n.
Although he didn’t know how capable these three pharmacists were, since Wang Xiaomin dared to bring them before him, they must possess so extraordinary skills.
"Oh my, oh my! It’s truly unbelievable, being so young and already skilled in such miraculous techniques, even earning the title of ’Divine Doctor Wang.’ Truly remarkable. Given another five years, wouldn’t Huaxia’s great rivers belong solely to you?"
The white-bearded old man’s eyes glead as if he had seen the world’s most incredible thing, continually praising Lin Zifeng.
The so-called hero respects hero, and heroes admire heroes. In their eyes, soone as young as Lin Zifeng, who had mastered such esoteric skills, must indeed be exceptional. Being able to et Lin Zifeng was worth more than gaining several more years of life!
"Indeed. So young. It seems the fate of Huaxia’s traditional Chinese dicine is destined to rise once more!"
Another short, chubby old man also praised him incessantly, eyes shining brightly.
Lin Zifeng was now dumbfounded.
The so-called Skin Touching Technique was entirely his own invention; how could there exist such magical dical techniques in the world!
"Alright, alright. Let’s not just talk. The dishes are getting cold. I, Xiaomin, will first offer a toast to all uncles here."
Seeing everyone had blind trust in Lin Zifeng, Wang Xiaomin promptly stood up to raise her glass. These three Chinese dicine pharmacists were longti friends and colleagues of her father, Wang Chongyang.
Their relationship was usually good, so they often gathered together. When Wang Chongyang first ntioned Lin Zifeng’s achievents, their eyes nearly popped out with eagerness to et him.
Now, they were more and more fond of Lin Zifeng as they saw him.
Instead, the handso young man beside them remained indifferent. He was the son of the white-bearded old man and was filled with curiosity and skepticism about the so-called Skin Touching Technique by Divine Doctor Wang. He intended to see what kind of charisma there was but was surprised to find only a young man not much older than himself...
As a result, the feeling of disparity in his heart was instantly released, particularly unpleasant...
"Co, Divine Doctor Wang, this cup is my toast to you." At this mont, the white-bearded old man raised his glass to toast Lin Zifeng, stressing the word ’you.’ For these proud pharmacists, calling soone ’you’ absolutely placed Lin Zifeng at the very top!
"Divine Doctor Lin, this is the legendary dicine Eight Maces from Zhonghai. The herbs he prescribes are almost never over eight maces, known as Ghost Hand!"
Wang Xiaomin personally introduced this to Lin Zifeng.
She introduced each of the three, and Lin Zifeng took note of these seniors who showed such respect to him.
If all these people were willing to contribute to the Huayu Group, it would be of great use. Now even the Divine Needle Sect was inclined towards the Huayu Group.
After a few drinks, the young man finally couldn’t bear it and stood up, offering to toast Lin Zifeng.
Lin Zifeng glanced at him indifferently.
His handso face was indeed striking; at first glance, Lin Zifeng almost mistook him for a woman.
"Hello, I’m not sure if Divine Doctor Lin could demonstrate your Skin Touching Technique for us? I’ve always heard about the miraculous Skin Touching Technique of Divine Doctor Lin. Is it possible to witness it firsthand today?"
The young man spoke boldly and aggressively, almost making it impossible to refuse.
Lin Zifeng was quite displeased with his tone.
"Huiqing! How can you speak to Divine Doctor Lin like that? Is this how one speaks?"
The white-bearded old man imdiately turned grim. Lin Zifeng was their idol, and speaking like this in front of so many people was clearly disrespectful...
"Father, I rely wish to learn so dical skills from Divine Doctor Lin. Besides, traditional Chinese dicine is a national treasure, and modern Chinese dicine isn’t as extensive as it once was. Everyone shouldn’t hide their skills. If all traditional Chinese dicine universities refuse to share their dical skills with more learners, wouldn’t that be a form of selfishness? If things continue this way, traditional Chinese dicine will only weaken over ti, unable to compare with Western dicine."
The young man spoke clearly and sonorously, capturing what was on everyone’s mind.
"Huiqing, this isn’t the place for you to speak. Quickly pour a drink and apologize to Divine Doctor Lin!"
The white-bearded old man’s face was increasingly troubled, and Wang Xiaomin’s eyes clearly showed signs of anger. Perhaps they didn’t know the background of Lin Zifeng, but Wang Xiaomin knew very well.
If Lin Zifeng got annoyed today, all her efforts would be in vain.
"No worries, since soone doubts my Skin Touching Technique, then I naturally must demonstrate my strongest ability to prove myself." Lin Zifeng laughed instead of getting angry, his dark eyes fixed intently on the young man, making his heart inexplicably cold. The gaze was chillingly cold...
"Brother Hui, why don’t you lend your hand?" Lin Zifeng suddenly reached out and said.
The young man hesitated for a few seconds and then, under their tense gazes, extended his hand towards Lin Zifeng.
You dare to question my Skin Touching Technique, well then, I’ll show you its power today. Think you can slap my face? Then let slap yours first, smack smack smack...
Lin Zifeng sneered inwardly.
He gently extended his index and middle fingers, lightly touching the young man’s arm. Imdiately a slight coolness, like a spring breeze, spread across the skin.
This was Lin Zifeng’s Elental Power, pure Elental Power.
So the young man didn’t notice.
Then, his eyes slowly turned covered with two faint red glows, fleeting, without arousing suspicion among the others.
But to Lin Zifeng, atop the young man’s head indeed ford a column of black diseased aura, with its source in his nether regions...
Hey! Kid, you’re dood.
His smile twisted slightly, everything under control. Instantly, the young man felt uneasy. Because the fleeting sly expression on Lin Zifeng’s face made him suddenly realize sothing.
"I wonder if Divine Doctor Lin has seen anything?"
The young man quickly retracted his arm and asked nonchalantly. He just wouldn’t believe such a mysterious and bizarre dical technique as Skin Touching Technique existed! Ridiculous...
Did he really think he was the reincarnation of Hua Tuo, a descendant of Li Shizhen? Besides, Lin Zifeng hadn’t even felt his pulse, so he had every reason to believe the other couldn’t discern anything because he had no ailnts...
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