Lee Jung-hee’s face changed drastically.
His eyes were fixed on the female patient on the stage, as if he wanted to devour her.
“Doctor, thank you for curing my illness, thank you.”
After speaking, the female patient knelt down and kowtowed to Ye Qiu.
This scene caused gasps from the audience.
“Bloody hell, Dr. Ye really cured the patient.”
“He only took five minutes, that’s way too fast!”
“If I hadn’t seen it with my own eyes, I’d never believe Chinese medicine could be this powerful!”
“…”
The host, Dong Si, announced the result on the spot.
“The third match, Ye Qiu wins!”
Instantly, the audience erupted in thunderous applause.
Especially the university students in the crowd, clapping with all their might, extremely excited.
“Dr. Ye won all three matches, that’s incredible.”
“Now Lee Jung-hee has nothing to say, right?”
“Lee Jung-hee can go kill himself.”
“…”
On the stage.
Lee Jung-hee’s face was pale, muttering, “How could this happen?”
“How did he win again?”
“And in just five minutes, is he a god?”
Lee Min-han said urgently, “Father, what do we do now?”
Lee Jung-hee snapped back to reality, a wave of fear in his heart, “Losing all three matches, according to my promise, I have to take my own life in public.”
“Min-han, I don’t want to die.”
“Quick, help me think of something.”
Lee Min-han said, “Father, let’s flee?”
“Flee?” Lee Jung-hee glanced at the audience below and shook his head, “If I escape, they’ll tear me apart.”
“Besides, Han Ryong is guarding the athletics field with so many people, how could we get away?”
“Min-han, think of something else, or I’m really going to die.”
Lee Min-han racked his brains.
A moment later.
A spark of inspiration hit Lee Min-han, and he said, “Father, I have a plan.”
“What plan?” Lee Jung-hee asked eagerly.
Lee Min-han whispered, “Use the old trick again.”
Hm?
Lee Jung-hee frowned slightly, pondered for a moment, and nodded, “Looks like that’s the only way.”
Five minutes later.
The applause from the audience finally stopped.
Ye Qiu looked at Lee Jung-hee and said, “Mr. Lee, I won all three matches, which is enough to prove that Chinese medicine is superior to traditional Korean medicine.”
“In this China-Korea medical contest, you lost.”
“You should honour your promise.”
Lee Jung-hee feigned confusion, “What promise? I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
Ye Qiu raised an eyebrow, “Mr. Lee, what do you mean?”
“Before the contest, you said it would be best of three, and the loser would take their own life in public.”
“You haven’t forgotten that already, have you?”
Lee Jung-hee laughed, “Oh, you mean that? I remember.”
“I did say something like that.”
“But I don’t accept the results of the contest.”
“I am the Korean Medical Saint, my expertise is in treating deaf-mute patients. Without exaggeration, in the field of treating deaf-mute patients, no one in the world can match me, not even Nobel Prize winners in medicine.”
“But you, you cured a deaf-mute patient in just five minutes, on what grounds?”
“On the grounds of Chinese medicine?”
“Utter nonsense!”
Lee Jung-hee cursed angrily, “If Chinese medicine were really that powerful, would Western medicine still have a foothold in China?”
“But look now, Western medicine thrives, while Chinese medicine declines, which is enough to show Chinese medicine is inferior to Western medicine.”
“Don’t think I don’t know, what you used in the contest wasn’t Chinese medicine at all, but witchcraft.”
“Ye Qiu, you’re a fraud.”
“A complete and utter fraud.”
“You didn’t just deceive me, you deceived everyone here, you’re despicable, you’re shameless!”
The audience fell silent.
Everyone could see that Lee Jung-hee was grasping at straws, refusing to admit defeat, but his words weren’t entirely baseless.
Curing a deaf-mute patient in a few minutes did seem unbelievable.
People couldn’t help but wonder, was Chinese medicine really that powerful?
If Chinese medicine was so powerful, why had it declined?
Ye Qiu laughed in anger, “Lee Jung-hee, a tree without bark is doomed to die, a person without shame is invincible.”
“That’s exactly the kind of person you are.”
“I didn’t expect that, as the Korean Medical Saint, you’d be so utterly shameless.”
“Not only do you refuse to admit defeat, but you claim I used witchcraft, heh…”
Ye Qiu gave a cold laugh, his gaze shifting to the audience.
“Old Zhang, you’re a master of Chinese medicine, skilled in acupuncture. Please tell Lee Jung-hee what acupuncture technique I used to treat the patient just now.”
Zhang Jiuling stood up and said loudly, “Ye Qiu used the Taiyi Divine Needle.”
Taiyi Divine Needle?
The audience was baffled.
Zhang Jiuling explained, “The Taiyi Divine Needle is a highly advanced acupuncture technique, extremely effective for treating complex conditions.”
“Lee Jung-hee, Ye Qiu said you’re shameless, and I think he’s right.”
“You are indeed shameless.”
“You didn’t recognise the Taiyi Divine Needle and claimed Ye Qiu used witchcraft, that’s complete nonsense.”
“Honour your bet.”
“Since you lost, you should fulfil your promise.”
Lee Jung-hee snorted, “Zhang Jiuling, you’re in cahoots with Ye Qiu, of course you’d back him up.”
“In short, I don’t accept the results of the second and third matches.”
“Ye Qiu, if you want me to take my own life in public, you have to convince me, otherwise, this China-Korea medical contest ends here.”
A cold glint flashed in Ye Qiu’s eyes.
This old man was truly shameless.
If this weren’t a medical contest, if there weren’t so many spectators, with Ye Qiu’s temperament, he would have taken Lee Jung-hee out on the spot.
Ye Qiu asked, “What would it take to convince you?”
Lee Jung-hee said, “Keep competing.”
Instantly, the audience shouted:
“Dr. Ye, don’t agree to him.”
“Lee Jung-hee is clearly cheating.”
“Even if you win the next matches, Lee Jung-hee still won’t admit defeat.”
“…”
Ye Qiu raised his hand, signalling the audience to quiet down, then said:
“Chinese medicine has been passed down for thousands of years, when has it ever feared a challenge?”
“Lee Jung-hee, you’re not convinced, you want to keep competing with me, fine, I agree, I’ll compete with you.”
“Until you’re convinced!”
Soon, the two continued their contest.
Fourth match, treating gastritis.
Ye Qiu won!
Fifth match, treating emphysema.
Ye Qiu won!
Sixth match, treating rheumatism.
Ye Qiu won!
Seventh, eighth, ninth matches…
Win, win, win!
Ye Qiu never lost.
“Lee Jung-hee, are you still not convinced?” Ye Qiu shouted.
“I’m not convinced,” Lee Jung-hee roared, his eyes red with anger.
He genuinely wasn’t convinced.
He was the Korean Medical Saint, undefeated in the past, but after facing Ye Qiu, he lost repeatedly, not winning a single match, as if Ye Qiu was his destined nemesis.
Even after losing countless matches, Lee Jung-hee still refused to yield.
“Not convinced? Let’s go again!”
The contest continued.
Tenth, eleventh, twelfth matches…
Twenty matches!
Ye Qiu dominated with a crushing streak of twenty victories and shouted, “Lee Jung-hee, are you convinced now?”
