The Strongest Dandy in the City-Chapter 419 Defeat?

"Yuanming, your grandfather’s situation is extremely unfavorable right now! Truth be told, traditional Chinese medicine does tend to work slower than Western medicine, but as the saying goes, ’all drugs have their side effects,’ and our Chinese medicine significantly reduces the burden on the human body compared to Western medication. However, today’s competition is about who can improve the patient’s condition in a short period of time, which is clearly unfair to practitioners of traditional Chinese medicine."

Gathered together were the young successors of Huaxia Country’s medical field, among them Ye Chenfeng, mingling within. The one speaking was Duan Tianrui, his tone laced with worry. This was an international medical exchange competition between different countries. If Huaxia Country were to be defeated in this international medical exchange, it would be a major loss of face for Huaxia’s medical community.

Lu Yuanming watched his grandfather Lu Shengrong on the stage intently and said, "That won’t happen, my grandfather will never lose. My grandfather is a leading authority in Huaxia’s community of traditional Chinese medicine practitioners. If he were to lose this competition, then Huaxia’s field of traditional Chinese medicine would be utterly ruined. I can say with certainty that my grandfather is the number one figure in Huaxia’s community of traditional Chinese medicine practitioners."

Hearing Lu Yuanming’s self-deceiving words, Ye Chenfeng couldn’t help but shake his head in pity. He could tell that Lu Shengrong on stage was clearly out of ideas, and if things continued this way, Lu Shengrong would undoubtedly be defeated.

On the stage, the medical authorities from Country M, Wester, and the Island Nation’s Chikawa Tomohisa had both diagnosed the patient’s condition accurately. For Western medicine practitioners, acute enteritis is not a tricky condition to handle. Besides, the content of this competition was merely to improve the patient’s condition in a short time, which meant stabilizing the patient’s condition was sufficient. ƒгeewёbnovel.com

Wester and Chikawa Tomohisa had medication in their medical kits that could alleviate acute enteritis. Just by administering the pills, you could count on seeing results within half an hour. Huaxia’s medical community was destined to be defeated in today’s contest.

As Wester and Chikawa Tomohisa administered the pills to the patient, Lu Shengrong became so anxious that his forehead broke out in a dense sweat. If he were to prescribe a traditional Chinese medicine treatment now, it was clearly already too late, and besides, traditional Chinese medicine did not take effect as quickly as Western medication. Even if there was a prepared Chinese medicinal decoction for the patient to drink, in the end, it would certainly still be Lu Shengrong who lost.

"It looks like there’s a very high possibility we’re going to lose today’s competition. Wester and Chikawa Tomohisa have already administered the pills to the patient, and we’ve agreed that we can only use traditional Chinese medicine. Otherwise, relieving acute enteritis would be achievable with just two pills," said Duan Nan, sighing somewhat despondently.

"Old Duan, this year’s international medical exchange competition is clearly rigged by Country M and the Island Nation. They’re obviously out to make a mockery of Huaxia Country. And that Old Lu, what’s he doing standing there stunned at this critical moment? There are many ways to lose, and as long as we from Huaxia don’t suffer a complete and utter defeat, we won’t end up being the laughingstock of the international medical community," said Huaxia’s medical authority Cheng Yingxun, impatient and frustrated.

"Old Cheng, keep your cool. Things have progressed to this stage; there’s no use fretting about it. Just wait calmly for the outcome," said Duan Nan, patting Cheng Yingxun on the shoulder.

The younger generation seated behind the medical authorities of Huaxia Country, upon hearing the conversations of Duan Nan and others, also realized that for Lu Shengrong, a highly respected figure in the world of traditional Chinese medicine, the chances of winning today’s competition were slim to none.

"Ye Chenfeng, I’m asking you, are your medical skills truly exceptional? Are you a practitioner of traditional Chinese medicine? If you were up there, could you improve the patient’s condition in a short amount of time?" Yi Siying, who was known for her aggressiveness, asked in a hushed tone, as she watched Ye Chenfeng, who had remained expressionless all along.

Ye Chenfeng sat between Yi Siying and Jiang Yumeng. This naturally caused dissatisfaction among some of the other talented young individuals, and the well-behaved Jiang Yumeng also gazed at Ye Chenfeng’s face with curiosity.

Despite Yi Siying keeping her voice low, others still overheard her. Already irritable at the sight of his grandfather on stage without a plan, Lu Yuanming scoffed and said, "Although Ye Chenfeng is Master Duan’s disciple, Master Duan is proficient in Western medicine. In front of my grandfather, Ye Chenfeng is insignificant. If Ye Chenfeng’s medical skills are better than my grandfather’s, then I, Lu Yuanming, am willing to strip down to my underwear and run a lap around the private clubhouse."

"Your grandfather is indeed very impressive! He’s waited so long without starting treatment—is he expecting the patient to get better just by being looked at? If that’s his medical skill, it’s truly formidable. I’ll have to ask for his teaching someday," Ye Chen said with mocking playfulness.

Yi Siying couldn’t help but laugh uproariously without any restraint, and Jiang Yumeng struggled to suppress the smile tugging at the corners of her mouth.

Lu Yuanming’s face turned beet red, and he choked as if a fishbone was stuck in his throat, unable to find the words to retort.

"Young man, is it appropriate for you to ridicule a senior figure in the medical community like this? Old Lu is widely recognized as a leading authority in Huaxia’s traditional Chinese medicine community, not someone a junior like you can criticize willy-nilly. Old Duan, you must discipline your disciple properly," said one of the authorities.

"Right! Old Duan, isn’t your disciple a bit too arrogant? We who study medicine should be modest and courteous. Your disciple really shouldn’t act like this."

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Ye Chenfeng and the others’ conversation was overheard by a group of medical authorities sitting in front, who all turned their heads to reprimand Ye Chenfeng.

Who was Ye Chenfeng? The master of Duan Nan. When Duan Nan saw his master being criticized in such a way, he was just about to explain when he saw Ye Chenfeng give him a slight shake of his head. Duan Nan swallowed the words that had reached his throat.

Lu Yuanming, seeing that all the medical authorities were speaking up for him, felt incredibly delighted and boasted to Ye Chenfeng, "See that? My grandfather is highly prestigious in the medical field of Huaxia Country; he’s not someone you can just talk about like that."

Ye Chenfeng really didn’t know what Lu Yuanming was so happy about. His grandfather, Lu Shengrong, was about to lose this medical competition—a real idiot.

On the stage, Lu Shengrong let out a slight breath, as if he had made up his mind, and took out an acupuncture kit. He planned to use acupuncture to relieve the patient’s acute enteritis.

The Lu family had a set of inherited acupuncture techniques called Resurrection Eight Needles, which were very profound. Lu Shengrong had been studying it since he was twenty and still didn’t fully understand it. However, he knew the effects of Resurrection Eight Needles were significant; if he could really execute them, relieving acute enteritis would undoubtedly be possible.

Lu Shengrong couldn’t afford to lose this competition, and neither could the Huaxia medical field. So he had to take a risk because he was not proficient in employing the Resurrection Eight Needles technique, and he could only perform the first four needles. Perhaps using the first four might relieve the patient’s acute enteritis. This was a gamble for Lu Shengrong. Logically speaking, doctors shouldn’t have such a mentality, but Lu Shengrong had no other choice; he was fully committed.

Lu Shengrong had the patient lift his shirt and disinfected the silver needles with flame and alcohol. Wiping the beads of sweat on his forehead with the back of his hand, his needles accurately and swiftly punctured the patient’s abdomen—one after another.

"How do you feel now?" After the four needles were inserted, Lu Shengrong anxiously asked the young patient.

The young man replied, "I feel a bit better than before, but my intestines still hurt a lot, and the symptoms of dizziness and nausea haven’t gone away."

Currently, Lu Shengrong had two choices: one was to retract the needles and forfeit the competition; the other was to attempt the fifth needle, but it was very likely to fail.

After hesitating for over a dozen seconds, Lu Shengrong decided to take the risk. When the fifth needle pierced the patient’s abdomen, strands of fresh blood began to seep out.

Had Lu Shengrong failed?

It was only to be expected, since Lu Shengrong had never successfully performed the fifth of the Resurrection Eight Needles before. In such a competitive setting, trying to force the fifth needle was bound to be a shot in the dark.

Seeing the fresh blood trickling from the patient’s abdomen, Lu Shengrong’s face turned deathly pale in an instant. He knew that after today’s competition, not only would Chinese medicine be called trash, but his own halo in the Huaxia traditional medical community could also vanish completely. (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to vote for it at Qidian (qidian.com), with your recommendation and monthly ticket. Your support is my greatest motivation.)