Upon hearing Xu Wendong’s words,
the crowd below the stage erupted into a murmur of voices.
It was too obvious!
His targeting of Lin Zhonghai was too obvious.
He was clearly intentionally making things difficult for him.
However,
it was unfortunate that Lin Zhonghai had offended Xu Wendong, as even if Xu Wendong took the opportunity to tornt him, he could only suffer in silence.
After all, Xu Wendong had praised him monts ago for his contributions to the dical field and for his noble character.
If he were to disagree now, wouldn’t it prove that he was a coward unwilling to contribute his efforts to the dical field?
This went against the beliefs of all the dical students here!
And most importantly,
everyone studying dicine knew,
a fractured rib wasn’t life-threatening.
Therefore, whether Lin Zhonghai liked it or not, he was forced to beco a tool at the hands of others.
"Mr. Xu, I want to co up and practice." A student stood up.
"I also want to practice."
Many were eager to express their eagerness imdiately, not wanting to miss this once-in-a-lifeti opportunity, all keen to learn Tui Na Technique from Xu Wendong’s hands on demonstration of the [Mysterious Gate Ghost Hand].
"! Let do it!"
Without warning, a cry broke out, imdiately becoming the focus of the crowd.
Huang Pangzi, with tears streaming down his face, cried, "It was I who broke thirteen of Director Lin’s ribs while performing CPR, it’s all my fault. Even though I know such situations are normal during CPR, and even if Director Lin doesn’t bla , I can’t help but feel guilty!"
"Please give a chance to prove myself, I want to help Director Lin recover his fractured ribs through my efforts!"
Witnessing this scene,
Xu Wendong’s mouth couldn’t control a tremble.
Despite Huang Pangzi’s tearful performance, Xu Wendong knew he was a master of drama.
Anyone who believed his act would surely be played for a fool.
He cleared his throat and said, "Since Director Lin still has twelve ribs unnded, let’s give this opportunity to Huang then!"
Lin Zhonghai, lying on the stretcher bed, almost fainted out of breath.
So you plan to let these students, who have never learned Mysterious Gate Ghost Hand, treat my remaining twelve ribs?
Screw you!
You really lack virtue!
Aren’t you afraid of being struck by lightning like this???
Xu Wendong, you damn well won’t et a good end!
Huang Pangzi cheerfully trotted to the podium, reaching the stretcher bed, and Xu Wendong explained the essentials of bone setting to him.
"Director Lin, rest assured, I will surely nd your fractured bones and relieve you from your pain," Huang Pangzi reassured the pale-faced Lin Zhonghai hesitantly.
The next mont,
he moved.
He directly seized Lin Zhonghai’s ribs, triggering a scream.
At the sa ti,
countless people were dumbfounded to see...
He actually pressed back down the rib Xu Wendong had fixed for Lin Zhonghai...
"Sorry, sorry," Huang Pangzi quickly apologized, "Director Lin, I didn’t an to, bla my nervousness from earlier, you won’t bla , will you?"
"I say sorry, and you say it’s okay, alright?"
"If you don’t forgive , I’m afraid I might ss up again later!"
The auditorium’s atmosphere suddenly turned relaxed and joyful.
Although many felt Huang Pangzi’s action was too brutal, targeting the severely injured Lin Zhonghai, even though he was a tool, he had dignity.
Moreover, as the director of the Traditional Chinese dicine Departnt’s publicity, he was undoubtedly at a school leadership level.
But many also had heard of the feud between Xu Wendong and Lin Zhonghai.
It was Lin Zhonghai who first frad Xu Wendong, calling him a thief, slandering him.
Everything he endured now was because of the evil he sowed before.
Lin Zhonghai stifled his urge to curse, forcing a smile, "It’s okay!"
"Then here I go!" Huang Pangzi imdiately showed a cheeky grin, then following Xu Wendong’s instructions, quickly took hold of a sunken rib of Lin Zhonghai, gently lifting it back to its original place.
At this point,
Lin Zhonghai was already in such pain that he couldn’t make a sound.
Feeling exceptionally weak now, it seed like he could fall asleep anyti.
Yet, it was probably a good thing.
Sleeping ant forgetting the pain on his body.
Xu Wendong nodded approvingly, "Huang’s earlier performance was comndable. Rember, when acting, be swift, precise, and relentless. Only then can the patient’s pain be lessened."
"Avoiding secondary damage."
"Everyone, please give him so applause as encouragent."
"Of course, our gratitude also goes to Director Lin for his selfless contribution."
Thunderous applause erupted once more.
Making the almost asleep Lin Zhonghai suddenly jolt awake, eyes welling up with grievances.
What was this about?
Doing it on purpose, right?
Why not give a chance to fall asleep?
Must you subject to the pain of restoring thirteen ribs?
You are truly killing inside and out!
At this mont,
Lin Zhonghai regretted it!
He shouldn’t have slandered Xu Wendong earlier, calling him a thief.
Otherwise, he wouldn’t have ended up in such a state worse than death.
"Another student!" Xu Wendong glanced towards the students, selecting another to co up and learn hands-on.
The class lasted over three hours before it concluded, with Xu Wendong imparting all his insights and precautions about the Mysterious Gate Ghost Hand with no reservations.
Afterwards, Lin Zhonghai was wheeled out, and ten minutes later, soone brought a CT image to the auditorium. Compared to the previous CT, all of Lin Zhonghai’s fractured ribs had returned to their original position.
This made everyone respect the Mysterious Gate Ghost Hand and Xu Wendong even more, feeling that with this miraculous Tui Na Technique, the revitalization of traditional Chinese dicine seed assured.
"Hou Yuanping, you are suspected of bribery, abuse of power, and molestation; now the evidence is solid, please co with us for an investigation!" A police officer directly entered the auditorium, publicly handcuffing Hou Yuanping, taking him away under everyone’s gaze, truly deserving his retribution.
"That’s all for today, make sure to take notes and rember the knowledge Mr. Xu imparted today!" Liu Chunyang’s words brought the lesson to an end.
Thousands of people stood simultaneously, bowing towards Xu Wendong on the podium.
This was a tradition in the Traditional Chinese dicine Departnt, to bow and greet the teacher at the end of a class.
As Liu Chunyang and others led Xu Wendong out of the auditorium, Liu Chunyang smiled and said, "Xiao Xu, it’s quite dark now, why not have a al together as an apology for the previous events!"
Though Hou Yuanping and Lin Zhonghai had paid the price, the Traditional Chinese dicine Departnt owed Xu Wendong a lot.
"It’s all in the past, no big deal." Xu Wendong smiled, just then, his phone suddenly rang.
Seeing the number displayed, Xu Wendong suddenly felt a bit of a headache...
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