Top-tier Unruly Master

Using silver needles to clear the blood clots in the brain, and it actually took less than half an hour in total.

If these words were spoken by someone else, Rao Licheng might have doubted them, but they came from Owen's mouth.

Owen, who is he? He's the chief physician at the Royal Hospital of the British Empire and a Nobel Prize in Medicine laureate, practically a medical field superstar. How could such a person lie?

Others might not know what kind of person Owen is, but he certainly does. Owen has always been proud. For him to decide to become a disciple, the person must be extraordinary.

At this moment, Rao Licheng was sizing up Ding Fan. Ding Fan remained composed, not showing the slightest arrogance, but Rao Licheng could feel it—the resounding pride of Ding Fan…

"Doctor Song, I have some other matters to attend to later. Let's get on with the competition," said Ding Fan to Song Guotao at his side, not wanting to waste time here.

At this point, Song Guotao's expression turned very unsightly. The Nobel Prize winner Owen was willing to take this young man as his master. With that in mind, how could he possibly be his opponent?

Song Guotao pondered for a moment before putting on a forced, carefree smile. "The new waves of the Yangtze River push forward those before them. I'm overjoyed to see that traditional Chinese medicine has a future; young man, I admit defeat…"

Since the medical star Owen could become a disciple of Ding Fan, it wasn't a big deal for him to admit defeat. Once he understood this, he felt at ease.

"You admit defeat? Didn't you just say that I conspired with that patient to deceive you? Why do you concede now?"

Ding Fan never liked to spare those who deserved retribution. Since you attempted to muddle through by deception, you should be accountable for your actions!

Song Guotao's forced smile froze on his face. He had intended to gloss over the awkward situation, but Ding Fan was relentless.

"I..."

Ding Fan continued. "Didn't you say your medical skills were superior to mine? Didn't you accuse me of conspiring with the patient?"

"Before… I was confused. I lost…" Song Guotao was clear on one thing: medically, he couldn't surpass Ding Fan, and if he didn't yield, any further contest would only lead to a harder fall…

"So, you intended to shirk responsibility and deceive me…" Ding Fan snorted softly.

The crowd around them, having heard Ding Fan's words, began to murmur and point. They had all witnessed the scene just minutes ago where Song Guotao pointed at Ding Fan and the Muscular Man, accusing them of sabotage, and now he was admitting defeat. Ding Fan's highlighting of the situation made it clear to everyone what was really going on…

"So Doctor Song was defeated by that young man. He spoke of sabotage because he couldn't face his loss."

"Damn, Doctor Song is shameless. Loses and won't accept it. What a disgrace!"

…

At this moment, Song Guotao's face was alternating between green and red. Clearly, the public opinion was all on Ding Fan's side.

"Doctor Song, remember, treating patients should be tailored to the illness. You rely entirely on experience for treatment. You acted rashly without understanding the toxicity of the patient's condition just now. If I hadn't intervened in time, that patient would be dead by now," Ding Fan spoke out loud.

Song Guotao's expression changed several times, but in the end, he didn't say a word.

How could he make a fuss in front of Owen and Zongfang Hall's manager, Rao Licheng? Now he could only bow his head and listen.

Ding Fan continued. "Since you've admitted defeat, then let's follow the agreement from before. Stay here at Zongfang Hall and provide free treatment for a year. Just as you said before, this year will be good for you to truly understand what it means to practice medicine!"

Song Guotao had set the stakes for the medical competition with Ding Fan, and now that he had admitted defeat, it was dishonorable to renege, especially with so many witnesses. If he went back on his word in front of everyone, his career would be finished.

"If you miss a single day of free treatment at Zongfang Hall this year, I definitely won't let you off," Ding Fan declared, his gaze carrying a deep chill.

At that moment, Song Guotao felt like he had a knife at his back, a feeling that made him panic. "I will definitely stay for a year..."

Ding Fan no longer bothered to pay attention to Song Guotao. Such a person wouldn't even deserve a word from him if it weren't for the Muscular Man.

"Godly Doctor, may I invite you to a meal?" Owen asked eagerly, looking at Ding Fan.

However, Ding Fan was not paying attention to Owen beside him. His Divine Sense was locked onto the Muscular Man whom he had cured.

The Muscular Man had taken advantage of the chaos to slip away into the crowd.

This man knew the whereabouts of the Azure Flame Beast, and Ding Fan had no time for a meal with Owen.

"No time, perhaps some other opportunity," Ding Fan said and, after leaving these words behind, squeezed through the crowd, chasing in the direction the Muscular Man had vanished…

After Ding Fan left, Owen stood there sighing helplessly.

"Mr. Owen, it's not often that you visit our Zongfang Hall. How about I invite you to lunch?" Rao Licheng said from the side.

"I have some other matters to attend to. Perhaps another time," Owen said,taking on Ding Fan's tone before turning around to leave.

As Owen reached Song Guotao's side, he seemed to remember something and spoke to Song Guotao,"Remember what the Doctor said, take your medical studies seriously..."

After saying this, Owen turned and walked out of the crowd.

Song Guotao saw Owen stop in front of him and thought Owen had something to say to him. He hadn't expected that the star doctor's words would actually be advising him to study medicine properly...

At that moment, Song Guotao felt utterly disheartened, not to mention the public humiliation he faced, now he also had to serve as a free doctor for a year—how much money was he going to lose? How did he manage to offend someone even a celebrity doctor couldn't afford to provoke?

...

The Muscular Man, after emerging from Zongfang Hall, seemed worried about being seen and quickly ducked into an alleyway.

The Muscular Man sped along, purposely choosing deserted corners to traverse, believing no one could possibly keep up with him.

However, just as the Muscular Man thought about making a quick escape, his shoulder was unexpectedly patted by someone.

This shock was no trivial matter. Hardly anyone was seen in this alleyway; could there be a ghost?

The Muscular Man quickly turned around, and upon clearly seeing who had approached, his eyes widened in surprise.

The person in front of him was none other than the doctor who had treated him at Zongfang Hall.

It was Ding Fan.

"It's you? Why are you following me..." The Muscular Man's expression was wary as he glanced behind Ding Fan.

"Where is the Azure Flame Beast that bit you?" Ding Fan asked bluntly.

The Muscular Man's complexion changed slightly."I'm sorry, I don't know what you're talking about."

After speaking, the Muscular Man turned to leave.

But since Ding Fan had already recognized it as the Azure Flame Beast, without obtaining information about the beast, how could he possibly let the Muscular Man go?

No sooner had the Muscular Man turned around than Ding Fan's hand was already on the Muscular Man's shoulder.

The Muscular Man's brows furrowed slightly as he tried forcefully to shake off Ding Fan's hand, but no matter how hard he strained, Ding Fan's hand seemed to be welded onto him, firmly restraining him.

"You're courting death!" The Muscular Man gritted his teeth, then suddenly lashed out with a reverse kick.

The Muscular Man put his entire strength into this kick, thinking it would at least knock the other person to the ground.

To the Muscular Man's astonishment, though, his kick felt as if it had struck an iron plate. There was a muffled 'thud', Ding Fan was not kicked away, and instead, the Muscular Man's ankle began to throb with pain.

"I advise you to cooperate with me..." Ding Fan's tone was very calm.

However, Ding Fan's hand started to move, and after he adjusted his grip on the Muscular Man's shoulder, a sound of bones breaking could be heard.

"Ah..." The Muscular Man's face turned pale as he let out a grievous cry."Stop squeezing, I'll tell you anything you want to know."

Seeing that the Muscular Man was willing to cooperate, Ding Fan finally stopped."Where is the Azure Flame Beast that bit you?"

"Doctor, I don't know if the creature that bit me is called the Azure Flame Beast, but I do know that it can be found in the Heavenly Pool on West Mountain in Honggang City," the Muscular Man said, sweating profusely from pain and speaking honestly.

Heavenly Pool on West Mountain in Honggang City?

Ding Fan silently took note of the location.

"Why didn't you tell me the whereabouts of the Azure Flame Beast when I first asked you?" Ding Fan inquired.

The Azure Flame Beast was known for its fondness for Spiritual Energy. Indeed, finding the beast meant finding Spiritual Energy. The Muscular Man had been hesitant and evasive, and Ding Fan began to suspect that someone else was also seeking the Azure Flame Beast.

Upon Ding Fan's questioning, the Muscular Man did not answer right away. Ding Fan then increased the pressure on his hand, and the Muscular Man cried out in pain once more.

"I'll talk, I'll talk! The creature that bit me, its real name is Blood Serpent, a First-level protected animal in the country. I was afraid if I told you, you'd turn me over to the police..." the Muscular Man explained.

Ding Fan nodded, accepting the Muscular Man's reason as plausible.

"You better not have lied to me, or I won't let you off," Ding Fan warned, adjusting his hand on the Muscular Man's shoulder once more. Then another sound of bone colliding was heard.

This time, however, the Muscular Man felt no excruciating pain. Ding Fan pushed him away, and the Muscular Man flexed his arm, amazed to find it was completely unharmed.

Without daring to utter another word or even granting Ding Fan a second glance, the Muscular Man hurried off as if fleeing for his life.