Urban Supernatural Medical Saint

At the same time, at the conference, a colleague behind the Korean, Choi, echoed:

"That's right, even if you guessed the diagnosis correctly, so what? You can't cure it anyway!"

Other foreign doctors actually shared this view.

Diagnosing an illness isn't difficult.

But curing it requires real skill. It's just that... using needles to treat diseases is, to them, nothing but a fantasy.

Fang Yu, holding a Golden Needle, approached the patient.

Pointing to the bed next to him, he said, "Lie down."

The man hesitated for a moment.

The Chairman of the association, based on the recent diagnosis, had already determined Fang Yu had real skills. He said, "He was able to diagnose your conditions accurately, which shows he is a qualified doctor. Don't worry."

The doctor complied and lay down on the bed.

By then, Choi disdainfully said, "If you admit defeat now, it's not too late. We are colleagues; we will not look down on you. Also, I remember Huaxia's Traditional Chinese Medicine talks about inspection, listening, questioning, and pulse-taking... Have you asked the patient any questions? Have you taken his pulse?"

Some around who had a slight understanding of Traditional Chinese Medicine, upon hearing this, felt it made sense and agreed:

"That's right, the young are still young, all style and no substance!"

"Stop pretending, we will not look down on you!"

This time, with Chen Daotian's recent violence, nobody dared to curse, just made some sarcastic remarks.

However...

Fang Yu's expression remained calm, and he indifferently said, "To boast in ignorance, that's really something else."

"You—"

A group of people were rebutted by Fang Yu, and they were even more discontent.

They stopped trying to persuade him and just waited to see Fang Yu's dramatic failure.

Fang Yu pinched the Golden Needle and walked up to the patient.

Foreign doctors gathered around, watching closely.

"Open your damn eyes wide and watch carefully—"

He raised his hand and inserted the needle!

Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh...

Trails of afterimages were left in the air!

The Golden Needle, with a 'pu' sound, one after another, pierced into the patient's chest.

Buzz.

The Golden Needles trembled.

He pressed down with one palm.

A stream of Inner Essence flowed into the patient's body through the Golden Needles.

Everyone looked on, dumbfounded.

"Is this... the Taiyi Divine Needle!?"

"How could it be so fast?"

"Inserting needles like this, won't it cause problems?"

"My God, he's actually targeting the heart! That's a vital area!"

"Oh, for the love of — that's murder, murder—"

...

Fang Yu suddenly supported the patient's back with one hand, stood one palm up, and delivered a forceful slap.

The patient suddenly opened his mouth wide for an abrupt forward lurch... targeting Choi, who was the closest!

Puh—

A mouthful of dark blood sprayed out, mixed with strange impurities!

The surrounding doctors were terrified.

Could treatment be done like this?

Seeing the dark blood and impurities being expelled, everyone's face turned deathly pale!

Murder!

This was murder!

Some had already taken out their phones ready to call the police!

But just at that moment—

With a single slap by Fang Yu, whoosh, whoosh whoosh... three Golden Needles were retrieved.

The patient gasped for air, gradually regaining regular breathing, with eyes becoming clear.

"I, I... what happened to me?" The patient felt as if he was in a dream.

Fang Yu smiled and said, "Try and see if it still hurts."

The patient hurriedly pressed on his abdomen, and surprisingly exclaimed, "Eh? It doesn't hurt! It really doesn't hurt anymore!"

As he spoke, he even hopped on the spot.

He didn't seem like someone who had a tumor at all, but like a healthy person!

Complexion, vitality, and demeanor, all gradually returned to normal.

"I'm cured! I'm really cured!"

The patient immediately knelt down, banging his head on the ground and said, "Divine Doctor, thank you! Thank you for your great kindness, I bow to you!"

Upon seeing this scene.

The entire venue fell silent.

As quiet as the dead.

Fang Yu quickly helped him up and said: "You have just recovered from a serious illness, don't be so intense... Go back and rest well, don't skimp on money, eat more nourishing food. You've been in a bad mood due to illness, leading to poor appetite and lack of nutrition in your body, you must remember this."

The patient nodded vigorously, tears brimming in his eyes, and said: "Yes, benefactor, I've remembered! I will definitely do as you said!"

"Go back and rest early. It's chaotic here with so many people, which is not conducive to your recovery."

"Okay."

The patient walked out with light steps, as if nothing had happened, weaving through the crowd!

For a moment, the entire hall was silent as a tomb.

Those foreign doctors who had mocked Fang Yu looked like they had swallowed a pound of flies—utterly uncomfortable! Their entire faces were frozen.

It took half a moment before someone exclaimed—

"How is this possible?"

"Incredible!"

"A miracle! It's really a miracle, I just carefully observed his abdomen, and indeed there's no tumor anymore! Acupuncture... is it really that miraculous?"

"My God, God truly exists! God bless!"

Watching these foreign folks who hadn't seen much of the world, Fang Yu contemptuously said: "Next patient."

Similarly.

Fang Yu had the person lie on the table.

Having seen the previous treatment, the patient was very cooperative.

Less than five minutes later, the treatment was complete.

Regarding this, Fang Yu was full of confidence.

The power of Primordial Essence could work with Golden Needle, entering the body and crushing any necrotic area, tumor not excluded.

It could be said that the Primordial Essence at the Divine Dragon Seventh Layer could treat any ordinary person. Of course, martial artists and cultivators were exceptions.

The second patient finished treatment.

The entire venue became even quieter than before.

All eyes widened, staring at Fang Yu, staring at the Golden Needle in his hand.

The patient hopped off the platform, also with tears streaming down his face, continuously thanking Fang Yu.

...

Korean Choi, after witnessing the power of the Taiyi Divine Needle, couldn't help but tremble and step back, muttering: "Impossible, impossible... Ah-si-ba, absolutely impossible!"

At the same time.

Fang Yu's gaze landed on Korean Choi and said:

"Huaxia traditional medicine is profound and extensive, how could you fools understand... I know what you're thinking, do you think those three were shills?"

His tone grew heavier as he raised his hand and pointed at a Caucasian behind him: "This one was quite talkative earlier, let me tell you kindly, you've got early cancer."

"And you, can't even stand straight, still laughing?"

"The one standing behind that, yeah you, blonde hair, do you know you have AIDS?"

Thump! The person was so frightened their face turned pale and they immediately fell to the ground...

They trembled and said, "You, you... how do you know?!"

The entire venue was shocked.

All of them staring incredulously at Fang Yu.

If those three were shills, then were all these foreign doctors shills too?

They dared not think further.

They swallowed hard and reevaluated the Taiyi Divine Needle grandmaster from Huaxia in front of them!

Just as they were dumbstruck, Fang Yu's eyes grew sharp and he declared: "You dead Korean... Kneel down!"

Thump!

Those two Koreans didn't want to kneel, but at his command, they were so frightened that they immediately knelt down, their faces flushed with embarrassment, wishing they could burrow into the ground!

"Quite obedient!" said Fang Yu.

"I was wrong, I was wrong... Divine Doctor, please spare me, spare me..." Korean Choi began to plead for mercy.

"Spare you? Sure..."

Fang Yu's voice sank, "Cut off one of your fingers."

The whole place erupted!

Just for a quarrel, they wanted someone's finger; isn't that too ruthless?

Even Xu Zhaopei couldn't help but frown, suddenly feeling that Fang Yu, shrouded in murderous intent in the night, was back!

Just then—

A faint voice came from a corner.

"Friend, there's a saying in Huaxia: 'Spare others when you can'... Your medical skill is a work of hands. I also work with my hands, how about I exchange pointers with you?"

Whoosh whoosh—

Eyes followed the voice.

Someone cried out in shock: "Holy Hand Yamakawa Ichiro!"

PS: There are four more chapters this afternoon! If there are more, they will all be posted. Keep writing.