Ultimate Master in the City

Seeing the doctor's expression darken, the white-haired old man's heart clenched. He asked anxiously, "Doctor, how is my young miss doing?"

The curly-haired doctor looked at the white-haired old man. "Has the patient always suffered from chronic epilepsy?"

The old man nodded quickly. "Yes. We traveled to Great Xia this time to seek medical treatment for her. We were only returning because her condition had stabilized..."

Before the old man could finish, the doctor cut him off.

"Why would you go to those TCM practitioners? Let me tell you, they're all charlatans! Just a bunch of con artists putting on a mystical show to fool people. They can't cure anything, you understand?"

The old man's expression changed at last. He looked at the doctor and said quickly, "I see. In that case, I beg you, Divine Doctor, please treat my young miss!"

"It's too late. You've wasted too much time." The curly-haired man shook his head, his face full of regret. "If you had gone to a proper Western doctor, they would have removed the lesion in the affected area of her brain. Her condition would have been stabilized long ago..."

Just then, a cold sneer came from behind them. "Stabilized long ago? She'd be in an urn by now. Of course she'd be stable then, wouldn't she?"

As the voice faded, Ye Feng walked over. He stared at the curly-haired man and chuckled. "Something's wrong with a part of the body, so you just cut it off. Is that the essence of your Western medicine?

Do you know why there are so many disabled people in the West? It's precisely because of this bastardly theory of yours.

I can tell you with certainty that those people could have fully recovered their health by using TCM to strengthen their bodies' foundations and restore their vitality. But no, because of your 'cut, cut, cut' mentality, they were left with a lifetime of suffering.

And with that level of skill, you still have the audacity to stand here and spout such nonsense? Who gave you the right?"

Normally, Ye Feng wouldn't have bothered getting angry with someone like this. But hearing him belittle traditional Chinese medicine—and by extension, Great Xia Traditional Chinese Medicine as represented by his own master—had crossed Ye Feng's line.

That was why Ye Feng lost his temper. He didn't mind teaching this blind fool a lesson.

Hearing Ye Feng's sharp words, the curly-haired man's face turned red. He glared at Ye Feng and roared in fury:

"Who the hell are you? What gives you the right to lecture me?"

Ye Feng replied calmly, "I'm one of those TCM practitioners you were talking about."

With that, he looked at the white-haired old man beside him. "Don't worry. Leave the patient to me. I guarantee she'll be perfectly fine!"

As he spoke, he took out his needle pouch, plucked out a handful of silver needles, and prepared to begin treatment. But just then, the blond man behind them let out a yell, leaped forward to block him, and said with contempt:

"I told you! You TCM practitioners just rely on this mystical mumbo-jumbo to trick people! You can't actually cure anyone, so just stop this pointless struggle. It's useless!"

The old man at his side looked at Ye Feng, his brow furrowed as well.

"Sir, thank you for your kind intentions, but my young miss's illness has already been delayed by TCM. I can't let you try now. I'm truly afraid something will happen to her!"

As he spoke, the rims of his eyes turned bright red.

The curly-haired man came over and piped up again, "Right! You're absolutely right! Don't let him touch her! The patient still has a breath left in her. She might last long enough to get home so her family can see her one last time. If he lays a hand on her, she'll definitely croak on the spot!"

"Get lost!" Ye Feng spun around, glaring at him as he let out a cold snort.

Seeing the undisguised killing intent in Ye Feng's eyes, the curly-haired man froze in terror, his mouth hanging open, unable to speak.

Just then, Feng Qingwu came over and tried to persuade the old man. "Sir, the patient really can't hold on for much longer. You might as well let my brother try. Don't worry, his medical skills are excellent!"

Seeing the old man still hesitating, Ye Feng spoke with resounding force, "Sir, I'll make you a promise right here and now. If I can't save her, I'll pay with my life."

The old man's eyes lit up. He gritted his teeth and said, "Then I'll entrust my young miss to you. As long as you can cure her, we will reward you handsomely!"

Ye Feng nodded and walked to the patient's side. With a flick of his wrist, his silver needles flew out. Each one landed precisely in an acupoint. Ye Feng placed his hands over the ends of the needles, and a stream of pure Inner Strength flowed through them, clearing the patient's blocked meridians and replenishing her life force.

Stimulated by the Inner Strength, the silver needles began to vibrate ceaselessly, emitting a low hum.

The curly-haired man behind them sneered, "More theatrics. All smoke and mirrors. Just you wait. Today, you'll be buried right along with this patient..."

The moment the words left his mouth, the old man beside him cried out in excitement, "She's awake! My young miss is awake!"

The curly-haired man glanced over, and in the next instant, his eyes widened in disbelief!

The patient he had just declared a lost cause was actually, slowly, opening her eyes. Miraculously, color was returning to her face.

The curly-haired man rushed over and quickly examined the patient. The next moment, he froze, completely dumbstruck.

The patient whose vital signs had all but ceased moments ago now had vitals that were, miraculously, returning to normal.

"Impossible... How is this possible!" Feng Qingwu looked at the curly-haired man and said coldly, "TCM is not as useless as you claim. It can not only treat illnesses, but it can also save those on the brink of death. Do you believe it now?"

Everyone in the airport burst into fervent applause. "TCM is amazing!"

"TCM is the best!"