Ye Qiu was using the Sky-Mending Hand.
The Sky-Mending Hand was an unparalleled bone-setting technique with thirty-six forms. Though Ye Qiu had only mastered eighteen, it was more than sufficient to treat a comminuted fracture.
He relentlessly struck the patient’s knee with his fists.
Crack…
Crack…
The sound of breaking bones echoed endlessly.
Through the large screen, the audience could clearly see the skin on the patient’s left knee sinking inward.
This indicated that the patient’s knee bone was completely shattered.
“Can this really heal the patient?”
“If it doesn’t work, Ye Qiu’s in big trouble!”
“Big trouble? He might end up in jail. If the patient is left permanently disabled, the patient and their family won’t let him off!”
“Forget the patient, I won’t let him off either!”
“This isn’t treatment, it’s pure recklessness!”
In the audience, among the students, Xu Changjin’s bright eyes were filled with concern. Her small hands tightly clutched the hem of her clothes, tense with worry.
“What, worried about him?”
The short-haired girl beside her noticed Xu Changjin’s expression and teased, “This is the first time I’ve seen you so concerned about a guy. Looks like you’ve really fallen for him.”
“This is serious, and you’re still joking?” Xu Changjin glared at the girl and asked, “Qiqi, do you think he can heal the patient?”
The short-haired girl didn’t answer directly, instead asking, “Do you like him?”
“I’m asking you something serious.”
“I’m serious too. Changjin, tell me, do you like him or not?”
A blush spread across Xu Changjin’s pretty face. She glanced at Ye Qiu on stage and hesitantly said, “I… probably… maybe… like him, I guess!”
“You’re done for. You’ve really fallen,” the short-haired girl sighed, then added, “If you like him, you should trust him unconditionally.”
“Though Ye Qiu seems only a bit older than us, he gives off a mature, steady vibe.”
“His treatment method is a bit unbelievable, but I don’t think he’s being reckless.”
“Maybe a miracle will happen soon.”
“Changjin, don’t worry!”
Comforted by her friend, Xu Changjin’s tense nerves eased slightly. She looked at Ye Qiu on stage, silently praying, “Come on, Ye Qiu!”
Then her gaze shifted to Li Zhengxi on stage, filled with deep worry.
“If Ye Qiu wins this round, doesn’t that mean Senior has to take his own life on the spot?”
“What should I do?”
“I’m so worried about Senior!”
Xu Changjin’s emotions were a tangled mess.
…
On stage, Li Zhengxi and Li Minghan kept their eyes on Ye Qiu’s actions.
At first, Li Zhengxi thought Ye Qiu was throwing in the towel, but gradually, his brows furrowed.
Li Minghan laughed, “I told you, Chinese medicine is rubbish. Father, look at Ye Qiu now—he’s practically trying to kill the patient.”
Li Zhengxi said gravely, “Something seems off.”
“What’s off?” Li Minghan asked.
“Look at the patient. His knee bone is being shattered by Ye Qiu, yet he shows no sign of pain,” Li Zhengxi said.
Li Minghan glanced at the patient.
Indeed, the patient sat calmly in the wheelchair, watching Ye Qiu break his knee bone with his fists, yet he made no sound of pain.
How could this be?
Li Minghan thought for a moment, then laughed, “Father, there’s nothing strange about it. That kid used three golden needles to administer local anaesthesia, so the patient can’t feel pain for now.”
Li Zhengxi still felt something was wrong, “Can golden needles’ anaesthesia be that effective?”
Li Minghan smiled, “Father, don’t worry. You’ve got this round in the bag.”
“Minghan, let me ask you, what if I lose?” Li Zhengxi asked.
“Impossible. Father, you can’t lose.”
“Didn’t I lose the first round?”
“That was because you went easy on him, so that kid won.”
Idiot, you believed the lie I told others?
“If I lose this round, what then?” Li Zhengxi asked.
“Best of three. If you lose this round too, then per the agreement, Father, you’d have to…”
Li Minghan’s face filled with panic, “No, Father, you won’t lose.”
“You’re the Korean medical sage. How could you lose?”
“Exactly, I’m the Korean medical sage. How could I lose to Chinese medicine?”
With this thought, Li Zhengxi calmed down.
Five minutes later, Ye Qiu stopped his fists, smiling at the patient, “No pain, right?”
“No pain,” the patient replied, asking, “Doctor, my knee…”
“Don’t worry, it’ll be fine soon.”
Ye Qiu grasped the patient’s knee with both hands, quickly kneading it. A series of “crack, crack” sounds followed.
The audience was puzzled.
“Why is Dr Ye treating the patient’s knee like dough, kneading it randomly?”
“What is he doing?”
“Who knows?”
The spectators were baffled. Why was Ye Qiu doing this?
Was he actually treating the patient?
Or was he just putting on a show to impress the crowd?
Time ticked by.
Two more minutes passed.
Suddenly—
Ye Qiu’s hand moved like lightning, retrieving the three golden needles from the patient’s leg, then asked, “Feel any pain now?”
The patient shook his head, “No pain, not at all.”
“I told you my treatment wouldn’t hurt. Do you believe me now?”
“Yes, I believe you, but Doctor, my knee…”
“Your knee is healed,” Ye Qiu said with a slight smile, standing up, “My treatment is complete.”
What?
That’s it?
Dong Si, the host timing the event, glanced at the clock upon hearing Ye Qiu’s words.
Eight minutes and fifty seconds.
Curing a comminuted fracture in eight minutes and fifty seconds—possible?
Dong Si didn’t believe it.
The audience didn’t believe it.
The livestream viewers didn’t believe it.
And Li Zhengxi and his son certainly didn’t believe it!
Li Minghan mocked, “Even my father couldn’t cure a comminuted fracture in ten minutes. Ye Qiu, I suggest you stop pretending and concede!”
Li Zhengxi shouted, “Staff, examine the patient now.”
As the staff prepared to come on stage, Ye Qiu said, “No need for an examination.”
Li Zhengxi sneered instantly, “What, afraid an exam will expose you?”
Expose me?
This old fool still thinks I haven’t cured the patient. How laughable.
Ye Qiu pulled the patient up from the wheelchair, saying, “Come on, walk a couple of laps for everyone to see.”
