Ye Qiu stood in place, looking at Li Zhengxi, and said, “You may be a Korean medical sage, but I look down on you.”
Look down on me?
On what grounds?
Just because you’re younger?
Li Zhengxi’s gaze turned cold, but before he could retort, Ye Qiu continued, “Every doctor, regardless of their skill, should prioritise the patient’s well-being when treating them.”
“But you, obsessed with results, disregard the patient’s suffering. This goes against the compassionate heart of a healer.”
“You’re unworthy of being called a Korean medical sage!”
Li Zhengxi scoffed, “The goal of treatment is the result, isn’t it?”
“Whether the patient feels pain during the process doesn’t matter. The fact is, I cured the patient, and that’s undeniable.”
“Kid, I treated a comminuted fracture in just thirty minutes. I don’t believe you can beat me.”
Ye Qiu sneered, “You’ve already lost this round!”
With that, Ye Qiu stepped up to the patient and pulled a leather needle case from his pocket.
With a flick of his hand, a flash of gold appeared.
“Damn, golden needles!”
The audience gasped in shock.
Ye Qiu took three five-inch golden needles and held them in his hand.
The patient, a middle-aged man in his forties, had witnessed Li Zhengxi’s brutal treatment. Seeing Ye Qiu’s golden needles, fear crept onto his face.
“Doctor, will it hurt?” the patient asked.
“Don’t worry, you won’t feel any pain during my treatment,” Ye Qiu said with a reassuring smile.
“Doctor, please… go ahead.”
Though the patient said this, the fear on his face remained, clearly doubting Ye Qiu’s words.
“Oh, I almost forgot. Staff, show the patient’s diagnostic report to everyone,” Ye Qiu instructed.
He was concerned that if he started treatment without showing the report, Li Zhengxi might refuse to acknowledge the result after the patient was cured.
At Ye Qiu’s request, the staff displayed the patient’s diagnostic report on the large screen.
The report was nearly identical to the previous patient’s: a comminuted fracture in the left knee.
Images showed the patient’s knee bone shattered into six pieces.
“I’m starting treatment now!”
“Host, please start the timer!”
Ye Qiu rolled up the patient’s trouser leg and inserted the three golden needles ten centimetres above the knee.
He flicked his fingers.
Buzz!
The three needles vibrated simultaneously, emitting a humming sound.
“How incredible!”
The audience widened their eyes, staring at the screen, unblinking.
Thirty seconds later, Ye Qiu flicked his fingers again.
Instantly, the three needles stopped vibrating, standing still.
Ye Qiu gently pressed the patient’s knee and asked, “Does it hurt?”
The patient shook his head, “Not at all.”
Ye Qiu explained, “These three needles were to administer local anaesthesia, so you won’t feel pain during treatment. It seems to be working well.”
“Now, I’ll begin the actual treatment.”
“My method is different from others. Stay still, don’t be shocked, and trust me. I’ll have you healed quickly.”
“Alright,” the patient nodded again.
Bang!
Ye Qiu suddenly struck the patient’s knee with his fist.
Crack!
The sound of breaking bones echoed.
Immediately, many in the audience stood in shock.
“What is Dr Ye doing?”
“Why is he breaking the patient’s bones?”
The crowd was bewildered.
They had never seen such a treatment method before.
Li Zhengxi raised an eyebrow, a cold smirk forming, “Realising you can’t beat me, so you’re throwing in the towel?”
Just then, Ye Qiu’s fists rained down on the patient’s knee like a storm.
Crack!
Crack!
The sound of fracturing bones continued, sending chills through the audience.
Some in the crowd grew furious.
“What the hell is Ye Qiu doing?”
“This treatment method is unheard of!”
“If he keeps this up, the patient will die!”
“I thought he was my idol. Bah, quack doctor!”
In the front row, at the guest seating, several vice-presidents of the Chinese Medicine Association whispered among themselves.
“Is Ye Qiu treating the patient? This looks like pure nonsense!”
“The patient already has a comminuted fracture, and now Ye Qiu’s shattering the knee further. Is he trying to leave the patient permanently disabled?”
“Ye Qiu’s being reckless, with no sense of propriety.”
“With so many spectators here and CCTV livestreaming, if Ye Qiu fails to cure this patient, Chinese medicine will be condemned by all.”
“Chinese medicine is already struggling. If Ye Qiu messes this up, it’ll become a pariah, despised by everyone.”
“Minister Qin, why don’t you say something and get Ye Qiu off the stage?”
Qin Gang’s expression was grave.
He had never seen Ye Qiu’s treatment method before, let alone heard of it.
Was he really treating the patient?
Could this cure a comminuted fracture?
A string of questions swirled in Qin Gang’s mind.
He glanced at Ye Qiu on stage and noticed the confidence in his demeanour. Each strike was delivered without hesitation, resolute and unwavering.
For some reason, Qin Gang suddenly felt a surge of faith in Ye Qiu.
“Everyone, don’t panic. Let’s wait and see how this plays out,” Qin Gang said.
As a leader with significant authority, though he didn’t understand Ye Qiu’s intentions, he remained composed.
A vice-president of the Chinese Medicine Association said urgently, “Minister Qin, we can’t wait any longer. If something goes wrong, Chinese medicine’s reputation will be ruined.”
Qin Gang replied, “We can’t stop Ye Qiu now. If he stops, the patient will surely be untreatable, and not only will Chinese medicine’s reputation be ruined, but we’ll lose this round. So, we must let Ye Qiu continue.”
“But…”
The vice-president tried to argue, but Li Chunfeng interrupted, “No need to worry. Ye Qiu’s got this round.”
Oh?
All eyes turned to Li Chunfeng.
He looked relaxed, smiling broadly, with no trace of tension.
Beside him, Zhang Jiuling and Nie Xue Liang were fixated on the stage, their eyes gleaming with excitement, as if a stunning beauty were dancing before them, captivating their souls.
“Old Li, have you noticed something?” Qin Gang asked.
“Minister Qin, just watch. When Ye Qiu finishes, everyone will be astonished,” Li Chunfeng said, glancing at Li Zhengxi on stage with a mental sneer.
“When the Sky-Mending Hand appears, who can compete?”
“As for your Thousand-Foot Needle…”
“Trash!”
