Strongest Medical Saint-Chapter 222 Shameless
Three Dragon Acupuncture Technique!
Though it was a rather ordinary technique from the Immortal Realm, it was more than enough to treat Cripple Hu’s right leg.
The three golden dragon illusions covering Cripple Hu’s knee were slowly fading away.
Shen Feng then pulled out the silver needles one by one.
Cripple Hu felt no pain in his knee anymore, and he couldn’t help but bend it.
He could move it!
Suppressing the excitement in his heart, he stood up from the chair.
Miao Bohou and the others watched Cripple Hu without blinking, and after two seconds, they were all dumbstruck.
Cripple Hu tried to take a few steps and his leg was no longer limping.
The treatment seemed to have taken less than five minutes, right? Shen Feng had said five minutes would suffice, which was already being modest!
Was Cripple Hu’s right leg really healed that simply? One must know his right leg had indeed been difficult to treat, otherwise, he wouldn’t have been struggling until now. The only explanation was that Shen Feng’s medical skills were astonishing!
Any dissatisfaction in Miao Bohou’s heart was wiped clean. His eyes sparkled with excitement, and he thought back to the acupuncture technique Shen Feng had just performed—it was a feast for the eyes!
They say that Chinese medicine requires gradual progress, which was what Miao Bohou believed as well, but Shen Feng completely overturned his thoughts.
In such a short time, to have perfectly healed Cripple Hu’s right leg, Western medicine was incredibly weak compared to Shen Feng’s Chinese medicine—not by just a little bit.
This time, the Chinese Medicine Community in Huaxia Country really had hope. With a miraculous doctor like Shen Feng, whose medical skills were extraordinary, why wouldn’t Chinese medicine flourish in Huaxia?
Chen Jishun, standing next to Miao Bohou, was filled with joy and surprise. As the current dean of Tianhai Traditional Chinese Medicine Institute, he felt anxious watching his school decline year after year.
In Huaxia Country, Chinese medicine was being so pressured by Western medicine that it was running out of breath, and now there was an urgent need to invigorate the Chinese medicine community.
Shen Feng was more thanfit for this role. As long as Shen Feng’s medical skills were displayed before the public, it would undoubtedly rebuild people’s confidence in Chinese medicine. Then, he could imagine that the number of people applying for the Medical University would definitely increase next year.
While Chen Jishun was lost in his thoughts, Tang Kexin, standing behind Shen Feng, had a blush on her tiny face, overwhelmed with excitement.
After trying to take a few steps, Cripple Hu still couldn’t calm his emotions. Even now, he dared not believe that his leg had been healed just like that. He was considered a well-known doctor in Huaxia Country, and for many years, he hadn’t found a good solution for his leg. Yet, it was so simply treated by a young man, which made him feel a sudden sadness!
Following his sadness, he became impassioned again. In the end, he was just a stubborn practitioner of Chinese medicine, a bit rigid, but not a bad person. On the contrary, he often went to the mountains to offer free treatments to the poor.
Now, he finally understood what it meant to be a frog at the bottom of a well, what it meant to have a narrow view of the sky!
The Chinese medicine of Huaxia was indeed profound. The acupuncture technique performed by Shen Feng had left him in awe.
It was a legacy left by our ancestors! It seemed that not everything about Chinese medicine described in the myths was made up. Those three lifelike golden dragon illusions were something he would probably never forget in his lifetime.
Thinking of the decline of Chinese medicine and now finally seeing a glimmer of hope, Cripple Hu couldn’t help but let the tears fall.
These were tears of excitement! These were tears of boiling blood!
He was adopted as a child by an itinerant medicine peddler, and his stepfather’s medical skills were not great, only capable of treating common colds and headaches.
However, his stepfather had a persistent heart and always wanted to see Traditional Chinese Medicine promoted and thriving.
His stepfather came from a family of Chinese medicine practitioners, a legacy unfortunately dwindled over generations until he was left as nothing more than an itinerant peddler.
Cripple Hu was immensely grateful to his stepfather. Since childhood, he had studied Chinese medicine. His stepfather died very young, and afterward, he traveled all over the country seeking knowledge. In the end, he really did learn quite a lot and could be said to have integrated various schools into his own style. It was through relentless research that he managed to make a name for himself in today’s Chinese Medicine Community.
"Master above, please accept your disciple’s bow," said Cripple Hu, wanting to kneel before Shen Feng.
Shen Feng had no interest in taking Cripple Hu as a disciple and reached out to steady him, saying, "No need to take me as your master. I didn’t act today to show that my medical skills are better than yours. I did it only for my sister, and an apology to her is sufficient."
Upon hearing this, Tang Kexin felt a sweetness in her heart. Brother Shen Feng had acted for her sake, and she felt it was wonderful to have his support. She had always defended her brother’s reputation at Tianhai Medical University. Suddenly, she felt that all the persistence and grievances of the past few years had been worthwhile.
Cripple Hu looked at Tang Kexin earnestly, his face filled with regret. He wanted to kneel and apologize to her, as he was not a man of empty words.
Tang Kexin also helped Cripple Hu to stay on his feet, her kind nature showing.
Cripple Hu felt even more remorseful and said, "Little girl, I’m sorry. I won’t insist on my own rules anymore."
Tang Kexin could feel Cripple Hu’s sincere apology and said, "Elder Hu, it’s all in the past now."
Cripple Hu repeatedly tried to kneel in apology but was continually held back by Tang Kexin. He could only turn to look at Shen Feng again, saying, "Thank you, master, for healing my leg."
"The skilled one should be the teacher. As I said before, I want to take you as my master, and you must accept me," he persisted.
This time, Cripple Hu stepped back two steps before kneeling swiftly before Shen Feng with a "thump," without any hesitation.
The old man’s condition had improved, making it easier for him to kneel.
Shen Feng looked at Cripple Hu and said, "Alright, you’ve made your apology, so let’s not bring up the matter of becoming my disciple again."
However, Cripple Hu played the rogue, shamelessly saying, "Master, I’m a man who keeps his word. Regardless of whether you accept me, you are now my master."
This was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity!
Considering Shen Feng’s incredibly skilled control of needles with qi and his unbelievable acupuncture techniques, his medical skills were undeniably the best in Huaxia Country, perhaps even in the world.
What does it matter that Shen Feng is a bit younger?
To Cripple Hu, if someone’s medical skills are strong enough, there’s no shame in acknowledging them as a master! He felt that his own medical prowess had reached a bottleneck, and it was extremely difficult to advance further.
Thus, when it was time to set aside pride, he did so without hesitation, or else the opportunity would certainly slip through his fingers.
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The students in the classroom watched Cripple Hu kneel down, their entire worldview shattered. This old man had always been extremely strict with them, berating anyone who dared to speak out of turn during class. And now, he was throwing a tantrum?
Shen Feng didn’t know what to do with the stubborn old man. Could he really tape his mouth shut? Discover hidden stories at novelbuddy
Let the old man call him whatever he pleased! After all, he did not intend to acknowledge having such a disciple.
"How long do you plan to kneel? Don’t you want to continue teaching the class?" asked Shen Feng.
