The Strongest Dandy in the City-Chapter 424: Do You Have to Be So Amazing?

Ye Chenfeng had always abided by the principle of repaying a foot of respect with a yard. Faced with such enthusiastic medical authorities from Huaxia Country, he also promptly picked up his wine glass, downed the red wine within, and said, "Everyone, there’s no need for such courtesy. You toast me, I toast you, otherwise, I won’t be able to eat this meal."

"What Mr. Ye says is true! Let’s all sit down and eat. After I’m full, I have questions to ask Mr. Ye." Lu Shengrong said smilingly.

At the neighboring table, Lu Yuanming, Duan Tianrui, and others felt an unpleasant taste in their mouths as they saw a group of medical authorities being so polite and enthusiastic towards Ye Chenfeng. Compared to one another, it was enough to infuriate them. They were about the same age as Ye Chenfeng; how could there be such a difference in the way they were treated?

"Tianrui, is Ye Chenfeng really your grandfather’s master? What skills does he have to be old Mr. Duan’s master? And you even have to call him ’Great-Grandmaster’? If it were me, I wouldn’t listen to my grandfather," Lu Yuanming grumbled as he gulped down a mouthful of red wine.

"Lu Yuanming, why do I detect such a sour tone in your voice? Could it be that you’re jealous of Ye Chenfeng? The respect these old men have for Ye Chenfeng is entirely due to his superb medical skills. Haven’t you thought about the fact that if it weren’t for Ye Chenfeng intervening today, our Huaxia Country’s medical community would have become a joke? Besides, your grandfather has openly admitted that his medical skills are inferior to Ye Chenfeng’s; what ground do you have as a grandson to talk nonsense?" Yi Siying, the assertive woman, unexpectedly spoke up to defend Ye Chenfeng.

"I think Siying is right; Ye Chenfeng’s medical skills are clear to all. He is the hope of Huaxia Country’s traditional medicine," said Jiang Yumeng, the obedient girl, blushing and speaking softly.

It seemed that after Ye Chenfeng had shown his skills, both women had completely changed their views of him. They remembered how during a moment when all the medical authorities of Huaxia Country were at a loss, Ye Chenfeng had stepped forward with a showy attitude to stand up for the Huaxia medical community, and when everyone thought he was disgracing himself, Ye Chenfeng slapped them hard in the face.

Women always admire heroes. Although Yi Siying and Jiang Yumeng were not yet fond of Ye Chenfeng, they no longer disliked him, and there was nothing wrong with them speaking a few words in his defense.

"I don’t see it that way. Maybe Ye Chenfeng just got lucky? Dragon Chanting Acupuncture is an ancient technique that has been lost for many years. Could Ye Chenfeng, a greenhorn, really master Dragon Chanting Acupuncture? I think he’s purely bluffing," Lu Yuanming retorted, unconvinced.

"Lu Yuanming, don’t forget that it was your grandfather who speculated that Ye Chenfeng was performing Dragon Chanting Acupuncture. Do you think your grandfather is that easily deceived? He is a leading figure in the field of traditional medicine," Yi Siying replied with a scoff of disdain.

Lu Yuanming was left speechless and his face flushed red. He picked up his wine glass and drank it down in one gulp, feeling extremely frustrated.

"Alright, Siying, Yumeng, Yuanming is just speaking his mind. Why are you so serious with him?" In fact, Duan Tianrui was not pleased either! Ye Chenfeng had stolen all the limelight and even attracted the two beauties beside him. Ye Chenfeng’s appearance gave Duan Tianrui a sense of defeat for the first time. freewёbnoνel-com

After the wine had mellowed and the dishes were savored, at the table of medical authorities from Huaxia Country, Lu Shengrong, a doyen of traditional medicine, said to Ye Chenfeng, "Mr. Ye, to be frank, the technique I used during the contest just now is a hereditary acupuncture method of our family called Resurrection Eight Needles. Over these many years, I have only been able to perform the first four needles, and today I reluctantly tried to execute the fifth needle but failed. Seeing Mr. Ye’s profound knowledge in acupuncture, I wonder if you could offer some guidance?"

Ye Chenfeng looked at Lu Shengrong’s serious expression and didn’t mind giving the old man some pointers, as he was not going to be practicing medicine and saving the world anyway. He casually said, "If possible, could I take a look at your ancestral Resurrection Eight Needles? Perhaps I might be able to help you make a breakthrough."

At the adjacent table, Lu Yuanming, Duan Tianrui, and the others had already put down their chopsticks and were all ears to the conversation between Lu Shengrong and the rest. When Ye Chenfeng expressed his desire to see the Resurrection Eight Needles, Lu Yuanming was the first to jump out and said, "Grandpa, you absolutely can’t do that! Resurrection Eight Needles is our Lu family’s ancestral technique; how can we show it to an outsider?"

Ye Chenfeng’s brow furrowed slightly. What was this nonsense about Resurrection Eight Needles? Even Dragon Chanting Acupuncture didn’t impress him; he was merely trying to offer some advice to Lu Shengrong. His voice grew colder as he said, "Perhaps I was inconsiderate."

Seeing Ye Chenfeng frown, Lu Shengrong chided in a cold voice, "Yuanming, go away. Mr. Ye can even perform Dragon Chanting Acupuncture, would he care for our Resurrection Eight Needles? Dragon Chanting Acupuncture is far more profound than Resurrection Eight Needles."

Turning back, Lu Shengrong then looked apologetically at Ye Chenfeng and, taking out an old-fashioned parchment-like object from his bosom, he handed it carefully to Ye Chenfeng and said, "Mr. Ye, this parchment records the technique of Resurrection Eight Needles. After you have reviewed it, please offer some advice to this old man."

Ye Chenfeng scrutinized the Resurrection Eight Needles written on the parchment carefully. His acupuncture skills had reached an incredible level of proficiency. Although the Resurrection Eight Needles contained some subtleties, with his comprehensive understanding and solid foundation, he believed that he could execute the Resurrection Eight Needles perfectly on the first try.

"I can demonstrate the Resurrection Eight Needles for you, just find someone to come over," Ye Chenfeng said to Lu Shengrong.

This time, not only was Lu Shengrong dumbfounded, but so were all the medical authorities present. They had all heard of the Lu family’s ancestral Resurrection Eight Needles. Could Ye Chenfeng really perform it after just one look? Wasn’t that a bit too exaggerated?

Harboring some doubts, Lu Shengrong turned to Lu Yuanming and said, "You, come here and listen to Mr. Ye’s instructions."

Ye Chenfeng took out his acupuncture kit, which he always carried with him, drew eight silver needles in succession, and sterilized them with a lighter before saying to Lu Yuanming, "Lift up your clothes."

Lu Yuanming reluctantly glanced at his grandfather. When Lu Shengrong commanded, "Didn’t you hear what Mr. Ye said?" Lu Yuanming could only slowly lift his shirt.

At this moment, everyone in the private room focused their gaze on Ye Chenfeng; they watched as he swiftly inserted the first silver needle accurately into Lu Yuanming’s abdomen, followed by the second, third, fourth..., until after the eighth needle was inserted, no one in the room had recovered from their shock.

A minute later, Lu Yuanming’s face first showed shock, then ecstasy, and he exclaimed, "Is this really the Resurrection Eight Needles? Is there actually someone in the world who can perform the Resurrection Eight Needles on the first try? Mr. Ye, no, Master Ye, please take me as your disciple!"

Lu Yuanming was so moved that tears streamed down his face, and he couldn’t help trembling, nearly ready to kneel before Ye Chenfeng.

"Old Lu, you’re not joking? Mr. Ye really performed the Resurrection Eight Needles? Isn’t that a bit too awesome?"

"Old Lu, it looks like the revival of Chinese medicine in Huaxia Country will be hard to stop now! Mr. Ye is simply a genius, a genius of the Chinese medicine community."

...

The medical authorities of Huaxia Country were all excited, except Duan Nan, who was somewhat calmer since he had already witnessed Ye Chenfeng’s miraculous abilities.

"There’s actually nothing difficult about the Resurrection Eight Needles. Once I explain the mysteries to you, you should be able to master this acupuncture technique within a year. However, forget about taking me as your master," Ye Chenfeng waved his hand and said.

"I will be able to master the Resurrection Eight Needles within a year? Since you have taught me, you are already my master, Lu Shengrong. If Duan Nan can be your disciple, why can’t I? Please accept me as your disciple," Lu Shengrong respectfully bowed to Ye Chenfeng.

"Pfft!" Just then, an inappropriate sound burst out in the private room, followed by a successive "Pfft! Pfft! Pfft!" Soon, the room was filled with an unbearable stench.

Lu Yuanming’s legs were tightly clamped together, his face turned beet red, and Ye Chenfeng casually remarked, "I forgot to tell you, the acupoints I targeted are for releasing gas, which is quite beneficial for the body."

At this point, Lu Yuanming wished he could find a hole to crawl into, his perfect image was completely destroyed by Ye Chenfeng. (To be continued. If you like this work, please visit Qidian (qidian.com) to vote or purchase a monthly ticket. Your support is my greatest motivation.)