Strongest Medical Saint-Chapter 255: Monopolizing the Spotlight

Zhao Angu and his colleagues brought two cases of silver needles to Shen Feng’s side.

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Shen Feng looked at the dozen or so injured people around him and asked, "Who among you is willing to receive my treatment?"

The injured looked at each other, hesitant. Their injuries were not life-threatening, and facing such a young doctor as Shen Feng, they inevitably harbored doubts.

The plump man who had just made his disapproval obvious was particularly infuriated by this young doctor’s audacity, paying him no mind, his chubby cheeks angrily quivering. He was a leader of sorts in his own right and couldn’t help but let out a snort, "Kid, stop causing trouble here. Look at yourself! Who would dare entrust their life to a doctor who hasn’t even grown a full beard?"

Among the injured, there was a little girl about ten years old with a severe fracture in her right arm and a bloody wound on her face. Still, these injuries were not life-threatening.

The middle-aged man hugging her was more seriously injured; the bones in both of his legs were completely broken.

He was the girl’s father, who had done everything he could to protect his daughter during the accident, resulting in the complete break of both his leg bones.

Yet, even so, he hadn’t been able to fully protect his daughter. Seeing the wound on her face, so significant for a young girl, he worried about her future as she grew up, never even considering what to do about his own broken legs.

Still a bit shell-shocked, the girl with clear eyes looked at Shen Feng. At around ten years of age, her thoughts were naturally simple. Knowing that the brother before her was a doctor, she bravely shouted, "Doctor brother, can you make my dad stand up right now?"

Shen Feng said calmly, "Yes."

The little girl immediately cheered in excitement. Even in such a situation, she was not just thinking of herself; the first person she thought of was her father. With an excited face, she said, "Doctor brother, please treat my dad first."

Shen Feng simply said, "Just sit still where you are and don’t move around, and roll up your dad’s trouser legs."

Zhao Angu and the others had already placed the two cases of silver needles on the ground. Shen Feng opened one case and took out boxes of silver needles one by one.

All eyes at the scene were drawn to Shen Feng as he took out box after box of silver needles. Everyone was guessing what he planned to do.

Even Wan Enrong and Wu Yishu, pillars of the Chinese Medicine Community today, thought it a complete waste of time. Did this young man have any real skills at all?

Luo Tenghai, a practitioner of Western medicine, spoke up again, "You plan to treat bone fractures with acupuncture and say it can be done right away? Don’t think everyone here is a three-year-old child."

Qiu Baixing, Miao Bohou, Tang Kexin, and Guo Liqiang, though unsure of Shen Feng’s intentions, still instinctively chose to believe in him.

Qin Ruiyuan, not far away, watched silently, his anger toward Shen Feng beyond words. He saw his own repeated embarrassments as interconnected with Shen Feng, blaming everything on him.

But he refrained from mocking outright, his gaze at Shen Feng filled with malevolent energy.

Uncle Zhong and Ji Yunhan, standing on the outskirts, also focused their attention squarely on Shen Feng.

In his left hand, Shen Feng held an open box of silver needles, while his right hand’s fingers nimbly picked up one needle after another, infusing them with Spiritual Energy as he did so.

Shen Feng’s fingers flicked repeatedly.

Needle after needle transformed into streaks of silver light in mid-air, speeding towards the middle-aged man’s legs.

The little girl had already rolled up the man’s trouser legs.

Not wishing to worry his daughter, the middle-aged man didn’t interfere; he didn’t tell her that his legs couldn’t be healed just like that. He felt that being treated by this young man in front of him probably wouldn’t worsen his condition, anyway.

The silver needles quickly pierced the acupuncture points on the man’s legs.

At the same time, Shen Feng said to the little girl, "Don’t be scared. Roll up the sleeve of your right arm and close your eyes."

Awestruck by Shen Feng’s flying needles, the girl automatically rolled up her sleeve and closed her eyes.

And the silver needles in Shen Feng’s hands were released again.

Several needles pierced the little girl’s face, and several more pierced her right arm.

At that time,

a red glow burst forth from the middle-aged man’s leg. Following that, he felt utmost comfort in his legs, and he even sensed the bones inside his legs knitting back together.

Once the red glow faded away,

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the middle-aged man tried moving his legs and then miraculously stood up from the ground. He was so shocked that he stood still like a stake driven into the ground.

At that moment,

a red glow also blossomed from the little girl’s right arm, while an orange glow radiated from her face.

At a pace visible to the naked eye, those present could clearly see the wounds on the little girl’s face healing.

Many in the crowd wore expressions as if they were seeing a ghost.

When the wounds on the little girl’s face had completely healed, and she could move her right arm again, the light radiating from her arm and face also vanished.

This was the Seven-Colored Seven-Element Needle Technique.

The complete technique had seven different arrangements, each producing seven different colored phenomena. Of course, there were also seven different healing effects.

The little girl, rather naive, twisted her arm and then looked at the middle-aged man beside her. She started hopping and smiling, "Daddy, daddy, my arm doesn’t hurt anymore, and you really stood up."

"Doctor brother didn’t lie to me, doctor brother is so amazing! When I went to the hospital, they used to give me injections, and it always hurt so much, but doctor brother’s needles don’t hurt at all when they prick my skin."

Upon seeing this spectacle, the other injured people around couldn’t hesitate anymore. Getting treatment for a bone fracture in a hospital, one wouldn’t know how long they’d have to recuperate at home. Yet here was a divine doctor who could make a person with broken leg bones stand up straight from the ground? If they hadn’t witnessed it with their own eyes, they would never believe such a far-fetched tale.

"Divine doctor, please treat me."

"Divine doctor, I was doubtful of you just now, and I really shouldn’t have been. Please don’t take offense at a coarse person like me."

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Regarding the requests of the surrounding injured people,

Shen Feng had no interest in wasting words. He picked up another box of silver needles. A young man with a fractured shoulder exposed his injury immediately, while the others also got ready for treatment.

Shen Feng continued to pick up box after box of silver needles.

Needles swiftly passed through the air, overwhelming onlookers; treating over a dozen people at once with silver needles was simply unheard of and unseen before.

The silver needles danced through the air, this was not so much a treatment as a performance of an art form. It could be described as a feast for the eyes!

Everyone present stood agape, as if frozen in that moment, unable to move a muscle.

When did Chinese medicine become so badass?

Could this still be considered within the realm of medical practice?

What does it mean to stand out from the crowd? Shen Feng had now perfectly embodied the meaning of this idiom.