Dean Fang finished speaking with a sly smile, his words landing like pebbles smacking Dong Tianyi in the face. The latter didn’t even dare breathe too loudly.
“The result, naturally, is that he failed to treat her, so he lost! He ought to honour the bet!”
Duanmu Qing couldn’t hide her delight as she spoke.
“Is that so? Putting aside whether Director Dong will be leaving his post later, I’m actually quite intrigued by your methods, young man. Could you give this old chap a bit of a demonstration?”
Duanmu Qing, who’d come to air her grievances, hadn’t expected Dean Fang to sidestep Dong Tianyi’s punishment entirely and instead ask if Xu Fei would step in. This threw her into a bit of a quandary.
Meanwhile, Dong Tianyi, who’d been holding his breath moments ago, thought the dean was deliberately changing the subject to shield him at a critical moment. He quickly jumped in with a taunt.
“Come off it, Dean, you’ve got it wrong. This lad’s just a street hustler, a con artist! He doesn’t know the first thing about Chinese medicine!”
“Hmph! If he doesn’t know, do you?”
No one had anticipated that Dean Fang, who’d been all smiles just a second ago, would suddenly turn stern, silencing Dong Tianyi with a single sentence and leaving him standing meekly to the side.
Hearing this and watching Dong Tianyi get put in his place, Xu Fei couldn’t help but crack a slight smile.
“To be honest, whether or not the senior here said anything today, I’d have stepped in anyway!”
“Because my master once told me that being a doctor isn’t about competing over whose skills are superior. The most important thing is healing the patient, everything else is just fluff!”
With those words, Xu Fei not only subtly praised himself but also indirectly scolded Dong Tianyi for his obsession with proving his medical prowess, hitting two birds with one stone in a brilliantly executed move.
Dong Tianyi had wanted to retort, but after glancing at Dean Fang beside him, he opened his mouth only to clamp it shut again, not daring to speak.
Xu Fei hadn’t even spared a glance at Dong Tianyi. After finishing his piece, he pulled out his silver needles and approached the bed.
Following the acupuncture points, Xu Fei deftly inserted a needle into the area near Auntie Li’s aching back, then placed one hand on her wrist while closing his eyes slightly. To an outsider, it might’ve looked like he was taking her pulse.
In reality, Xu Fei had seized the moment to refine pure spiritual energy, channeling it through the needle’s eye.
He was now simultaneously repairing the worn-out, damaged parts of Auntie Li’s body while guiding the spiritual energy like two gentle hands massaging the area.
In just a few minutes, Xu Fei removed the needle and asked, “Auntie Li, how do you feel now? Does your back still hurt?”
After Xu Fei withdrew the needle, Auntie Li couldn’t help but sit up and move around a bit on the bed, only to find her back didn’t hurt anymore!
Still in disbelief, she hurriedly got out of bed and moved some more, a wave of ecstasy spreading across her face.
“My girl! My back… it really doesn’t hurt anymore! Thank you, Dr. Ye! Thank you so much!”
Auntie Li was about to bow to Xu Fei in gratitude, but he reacted quickly and stopped her in time, insisting he couldn’t accept such a gesture.
Hearing this, Duanmu Qing couldn’t hold back her tears as she hugged Auntie Li tightly. The mother and daughter clung to each other, finally overcoming the back pain that had plagued Auntie Li for over two decades.
“Remarkable, simply remarkable! I never imagined that in our China today, a young person could wield such masterful acupuncture techniques. Young man, may I ask your name?”
