Another round?
Can you be any more shameless?
Ye Qiu had already seen through Li Zhengxi’s intentions.
This old man was clearly afraid of dying.
The audience below erupted in angry shouts:
“Li Zhengxi, you’re shameless!”
“Dr Ye has clearly won. Why compete again?”
“Li Zhengxi, if you can’t handle losing, don’t compete!”
“Dr Ye, don’t agree!”
“Let him die!”
Li Zhengxi, hearing the jeers, pointed at the audience and said coldly, “Isn’t your country supposed to be a land of etiquette?”
“Is this how you treat international guests?”
“You insult me, aren’t you afraid of shaming China?”
“And besides, I’m competing against Ye Qiu, not you lot. Why are you yelling?”
Bloody hell!
The audience was instantly enraged.
Especially the hot-blooded students, who couldn’t hold back their curses.
“Damn it, losing and still acting so arrogant? Looking for trouble?”
“I want to stomp on his face!”
“Korean medical sage, utterly shameless!”
“Fine, I’ll give you another match!” Ye Qiu suddenly spoke.
The venue fell silent.
But soon, it erupted again.
“Dr Ye, don’t compete with him.”
“This old man is too shameless.”
“Even if you beat him again, he’ll still refuse to accept it!”
“Everyone, please calm down,” Ye Qiu soothed the audience, looking at Li Zhengxi. “To be honest, I don’t want to continue competing with you.”
Perfect, if he doesn’t compete, I don’t have to die.
Li Zhengxi was secretly delighted but said, “What, are you scared?”
“If you’re scared, we won’t compete.”
“I’ll head back to Korea.”
With that, Li Zhengxi turned to leave the stage.
If not now, when to escape?
“Wait,” Ye Qiu called out, stopping him. “I said I don’t want to compete, not that I won’t.”
“As a doctor, I’d rather spend my time healing and saving people.”
“But today, I’m not just representing myself, but all of Chinese medicine in China.”
“If I don’t agree to continue, you’ll think I’m scared. You’ll look down on Chinese medicine and still believe it’s rubbish.”
“So, I have no choice but to keep competing with you!”
His words drew cheers from the audience.
“Dr Ye, you’re amazing!”
“With this kind of vision, Dr Ye deserves to be my idol!”
“I’ll be his fan for life!”
On stage, Li Zhengxi stared at Ye Qiu, his face grim.
You, surnamed Ye, why do you have to make things difficult for me?
Can’t you just stop?
Is it fun to fight to the death?
At this point, Li Zhengxi had no way out.
He’d proposed another round, and Ye Qiu had publicly agreed, so he couldn’t back out with excuses.
“Fine, let’s compete. Who’s afraid of who?” Li Zhengxi feigned confidence.
Ye Qiu asked, “Mr Li, what’s this round about?”
What to compete?
Li Zhengxi hadn’t decided.
The next round was critical, he had to win, so he needed a foolproof plan.
After thinking for a while, he came up empty and asked Li Minghan beside him, “Minghan, any ideas?”
“Father, I haven’t thought of anything…”
“Useless!”
Li Zhengxi cut him off with a curse.
Li Minghan felt ashamed. As a top doctor, he couldn’t help his father in this crucial moment, feeling bitter. He countered, “Father, what’s your idea?”
“If I had one, would I need to ask you?” Li Zhengxi glared at him. “Hurry up and think of something.”
Li Minghan frowned, racking his brain but coming up blank. Finally, he said, “Father, since we can’t think of anything here, why not go back to the hotel to plan?”
“We can all brainstorm together.”
“There’s bound to be a solution.”
Li Zhengxi’s eyes lit up. He immediately said to Ye Qiu, “I haven’t decided what to compete in next.”
“We’ve already had two rounds today, and I’m tired. I need to rest at the hotel.”
“Tomorrow, same time, same place, I’ll tell you what we’re competing in.”
“How’s that?”
Ye Qiu agreed readily, “Fine, we’ll compete tomorrow.”
“Mr Li, I hope you won’t disappoint me tomorrow.”
“And I hope you’ll honour the bet!”
Li Zhengxi’s brow twitched.
What’s that supposed to mean?
Saying I won’t accept defeat?
You’re right, I don’t accept it. What can you do about it?
“Rest assured, I won’t disappoint you tomorrow. I’ll show you the power of Korean traditional medicine, hmph!”
Li Zhengxi snorted coldly and left the stage.
As he stepped off, several TV reporters blocked his path.
“Mr Li, a quick interview, what’s your mood right now?”
“Are you confident about tomorrow’s match?”
“You lost two rounds today. Why didn’t you follow through on your promise to take your life? Are you afraid of dying?”
Nonsense, who isn’t afraid of dying?
Li Zhengxi glared at the reporters, inwardly cursing, Is this your so-called land of etiquette?
Don’t you respect the elderly?
Can’t you see I’m old?
Why ask such sharp questions?
Bullying the elderly?
Hmph, I’ll remember you.
Damn Chinese.
After Ye Qiu left the stage, a crowd swarmed around him.
Zhang Jiuling said excitedly, “Little Ye, you were brilliant today, winning two rounds and showcasing the might of Chinese medicine.”
Nie Xue Liang added, “It’s been years since Chinese medicine has shone like this. Ye Qiu, well done.”
Li Chunfeng laughed, “When I saw you use the Sky-Mending Hand, I knew Li Zhengxi was done for. I just didn’t expect that old man to lose and still play dirty.”
Ye Qiu smiled.
Qin Gang approached, saying, “Ye Qiu, congratulations.”
“Li Zhengxi is a renowned Korean medical sage with a global reputation. Defeating him is no small feat.”
“With you, Chinese medicine has hope for revival.”
Those last eight words carried immense weight.
Ye Qiu, flattered, quickly replied, “Thank you for your praise, Minister Qin. But reviving Chinese medicine isn’t the work of one person, it requires the collective effort of countless Chinese medicine practitioners.”
Qin Gang nodded, “Well said. Reviving Chinese medicine is a long and arduous task. We must unite and work together.”
“Ye Qiu, I have matters to attend to, so I’ll leave now. I’ll be back tomorrow to watch your match.”
“Good luck!”
Qin Gang patted Ye Qiu’s shoulder and strode away.
“Minister Qin, we’ll see you off,” the three national medical sages and Jinling city officials hurried to escort him, leaving Ye Qiu alone.
As Ye Qiu prepared to leave, a voice called from behind, “Dr Ye!”
