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The onlooking patients were obviously feeling proud, as it was satisfying to watch their compatriots beat the foreign devils.

Honestly speaking, they weren't opposed to Western medicine—after all, it's so widespread now, and it works quickly. What they disliked was the attitude of these foreigners.

Thinking that just because they won against a few practitioners of traditional Chinese medicine, they could trample upon it—is that tolerable?

Then, a patient stepped forward.

"Doctor, this illness of mine, it's been years already and it can't be cured," the patient said with some embarrassment on his face.

"It's okay, just tell us directly. As long as it's not a terminal illness, it can generally be treated," Ren Feng said, smiling.

The patient looked at the group of Western doctors, then at Ren Feng, and pointed to his bald head, "This illness of mine, it's my head. I've been bald for years, taken many medicines, seen both Western and Chinese doctors, but nothing works. I'm still bald to this day."

The onlookers immediately got interested: "Baldness? You can treat that too?"

"It's hard; regrowing hair is quite challenging."

"Haha, this is going to be interesting."

The Western doctors were dumbfounded when they heard the translation.

What the heck, how are we supposed to do this?

Treating baldness?

This wasn't taught in school.

Most of them were in a dumbfounded state. You look at me, I look at you, and for a moment, not a single one stepped forward.

Ren Feng looked at the group of foreign doctors and said calmly, "Have you thought it over? Who will compete with me this time?"

Luo De gritted his teeth, "This isn't fair?"

"Unfair?" Ren Feng sneered, "I'm just one person, and there are so many of you, and you're telling me it's unfair?"

"Exactly, these foreign devils are so damn shameless."

"If you can't treat it, just admit defeat and leave. Why pretend to be something you're not?"

The onlookers were all disdainful. Luo De gritted his teeth, "Baldness can't even be considered a disease; how can we treat it?"

"I think you've misunderstood something," Ren Feng said calmly, "You were the one who said the patient could be chosen from this group of patients. They're all here for treatment, and you're saying he's not sick?"

"Why can't my baldness be considered an illness?" the patient was also annoyed, "This has bothered me for years, you know? My handsome looks have been ruined by this baldness. I've broken up with several girlfriends because of it. How can it not be considered an illness?"

Others looked over in surprise, "Wow, even with baldness you can get girlfriends? What about those of us with hair who are still single?"

Ye Chong also spoke up, "Luo De, you should know the definition of disease better than I do. Changes in metabolism, function, structure, space, or size caused by genetic diseases within the body or environmental stimuli—all fall under diseases. Baldness is a form of metabolic change."

Luo De was left speechless but insisted again, "But baldness requires medical equipment we don't have here. We must conduct an in-depth examination to decide a treatment plan."

"Don't talk nonsense. Just now, with the other illnesses, we didn't see you using medical equipment for deep examinations—weren't they all solved with medication?" The onlooking patients scoffed.

"I don't think they can treat it. When it comes to minor ailments like colds, sure, they can be quickly resolved. But with strange and difficult conditions like baldness, can Western medicine handle it? In the end, isn't it Chinese medicine that comes to the rescue?"

Ren Feng also spoke up, "Can't treat it? You can all work on it together. I'll let you try first. According to the previous competition rules, if within an hour you can make his hair grow, I'll admit defeat."

The group of foreign doctors felt insulted. One couldn't help but shout, "Fine! You said it yourself."

After that, the group of foreign doctors hesitated but eventually surrounded the patient.

Ren Feng just stood aside with his arms crossed, sneering.

Watching the foreign doctors discussing among themselves, the patients couldn't help but get anxious.

"Oh dear, how shameless they are, ganging up together."

"Don't say that, that young doctor seems very confident."

"Indeed, his medical skills are impressive. I plan to consult him about my condition too."

"I think the same."

Yu Guanyi and the others didn't speak. Truth be told, balding is tricky to treat in Chinese medicine because even the same condition can vary greatly, and only by understanding the specifics can baldness be resolved.

And this requires time, approximately more than three months.

Even with Western medicine, it typically can't be solved within an hour.

The Western doctors, unwilling to admit defeat, began trying different medications on the patient, but it seemed impossible.

An hour quickly passed. Ren Feng softly said, "Alright, stop struggling. You can't treat it, so just admit defeat."

"No, we really can't treat it, but that doesn't mean we've lost," Luo De stubbornly insisted. "Because you can't treat it either, so this round should be a draw?"

"Who said I can't treat it?" Ren Feng asked, surprised.

"Alright, if you can treat it, give you an hour to make his hair grow, and we'll concede!" Luo De gritted his teeth.

Ren Feng chuckled, "Is that what you all think?"

"Indeed," Peter, who had spoken earlier, replied.

"Alright, then all of you back off to the side. You all are about to roll out of here!"

Ren Feng walked to the patient, reached out to feel his pulse, and then placed a palm imbued with True Qi on his neck, sensing his condition around the head.

After this assessment, Ren Feng understood the condition: this person had blocked meridians deep in the hair follicles due to long-term irregular lifestyle, causing follicle shrinkage.

Knowing the cause, Ren Feng had a plan ready. This blockage of meridians could be easy to fix but could also be difficult.

He quickly wrote a prescription on a piece of paper and handed it to Yu Guanyi, "Old Yu, follow this formula and make a paste of the medicine."

The group of foreign doctors watched Ren Feng's actions with skepticism and disdain on their faces.

Treating baldness in an hour—really?

"Do you think he can do it?" The patients were a bit worried.

"He should be able to; his skills were impressive earlier. I think he can."

"I don't think so. I've never heard of treating baldness in an hour."

The patients discussed among themselves, while some Western doctors mocked, "Can you do it? If not, just call it a draw."

"No need for an hour, half an hour is enough," Ren Feng said calmly.

Half an hour?

The foreign doctors were stunned and then burst into laughter.

"Oh God, this guy really knows how to boast."

"If he can cure this man's baldness in half an hour, I'll eat my shoe."

Ignoring the foreign doctors, Ren Feng took out the silver needles.

Treating baldness is simple; just unclog the meridians, and the hair follicles will regrow by themselves. But to grow hair within an hour, some stimulation is needed.

Ren Feng lightly inserted the needles into a few acupuncture points on the head, then placed a hand on his back, using True Qi to forcefully clear the blocked meridians.

On the other side, Yu Guanyi personally prepared the strange prescription, and in less than twenty minutes, it became a black paste.

Ren Feng applied the paste to the patient's head and smiled slightly, "Alright, it'll be done in ten minutes."

"Still boasting," the foreign doctors shook their heads.

Luo De sneered, "If you admit defeat now, we can call it a draw. But if his hair doesn't grow, then we win."

"Damn, how shameless are these foreign devils?" The onlookers were furious, having never seen such shamelessness.

Ren Feng couldn't be bothered to engage further. Ten minutes later, he calmly stated, "Now, you can leave."