"Cough, cough, Doctor Wan, don't you know smoking isn't allowed in the hospital?"
Sister Yan walked in, the consultation room hazy with smoke, causing her to cough twice. Wan Yunting’s face flushed with embarrassment, "My apologies, I'll go downstairs to smoke in the future."
Sister Yan then pointed to a tall girl following behind her. "She says she wants to see you."
Upon seeing that the person entering was Kang Nuolan, Wan Yunting smiled, "You really came."
Kang Nuolan nodded. Dressed in a small jacket, long jeans, and flat shoes, she stood gracefully. Her reaction was very indifferent, "Teacher, do you have time to teach me kung fu now?"
"Kung fu? Weren't you here for a doctor's visit?" Sister Yan’s eyes widened.
Wan Yunting, torn between laughter and tears, said, "Sister Yan, it's fine now."
Sister Yan nodded and left. Wan Yunting fanned the air with a book to clear the smoke, "Please, sit wherever you like."
Kang Nuolan nodded and obediently sat on a nearby chair. Wan Yunting tidied the items on his desk, glanced at her, and smiled, "Do you really want to learn kung fu that badly?"
"Yes," Kang Nuolan replied coldly.
Wan Yunting sat back in his chair, "Then do you know what kind of kung fu I used to defeat you last time?"
"Chinese kung fu," Kang Nuolan said.
"It seems you still know about the kung fu left by our ancestors."
Wan Yunting nodded with satisfaction. After all, too many young people nowadays preferred to learn foreign martial arts like Taekwondo, Karate, or Muay Thai, forgetting their own Chinese martial arts.
"The Taekwondo you learned is actually derived from our ancient Chinese martial arts that were passed down to Korea and evolved by them. However, these are all external martial arts!" Wan Yunting chuckled, "Do you know what external martial arts are?"
"I do."
Kang Nuolan nodded. Although she studied Taekwondo, she knew a bit about Chinese martial arts and understood the difference between external and internal martial arts.
"Then do you know how Chinese martial arts are classified by rank?" Wan Yunting continued to ask.
Kang Nuolan shook her head. It was unlikely that many young people would know the answer to such a question.
"Chinese martial arts are classified into Ming Jin, An Jin, Hua Jin, Dan Jin, and Gang Jin! Among these, Gang Jin has 'Wai Gang' and 'Nei Gang', which can be understood as Yi Jin! Finally, there is the legendary 'Shen Bu Huai' (Invincible Spirit)!"
Wan Yunting smiled, "However, it's unlikely anyone can reach the Shen Bu Huai realm nowadays."
Kang Nuolan looked astonished. Hearing him describe these ranks of Chinese martial arts felt like something from a martial arts drama, making her half-believe and half-doubt.
Wan Yunting continued, "Each level is divided into three stages: early, middle, and late. If we were to analyze your current martial prowess using the Chinese martial arts ranking system, you would only be considered at the initial stage of Ming Jin mid-level. With a little effort, you could reach the late stage!"
Kang Nuolan’s delicate sword-like eyebrows arched, feeling a touch of defiance, "Teacher, what level are you at now?"
"That's a secret!" Wan Yunting replied with a smile.
…Kang Nuolan grumbled inwardly.
Wan Yunting continued, "Those who reach the late stage of Ming Jin can exert a lifting strength of two to three hundred catties, which is the limit of ordinary martial artists, and what we commonly call 'experts' in martial arts!"
"Upon achieving mastery of An Jin, one's spiritual level reaches a sublimation. After the Ren and Du meridians are unblocked, the Dantian can condense 'Qi', and the lifting strength can reach five to six hundred catties. One punch can kill a bull. In martial arts, this is called a 'strongman'!"
"Those who achieve mastery in Hua Jin will further enhance their body and spirit. Lifting a thousand catties with one arm is not a problem. The 'Qi' condensed in the Dantian can be projected outwards for five to six meters, and twenty Ming Jin experts cannot get close to them. They reach the 'master' level!"
"As for reaching Dan Jin, we can also call it 'Bao Dan' (Embracing the Pill), because the 'Qi' in the Dantian transforms into a pill. Whether it's physical evolution or spiritual will, it is three times higher than Hua Jin. They are the 'grandmaster' level martial artists!"
Kang Nuolan nodded indifferently, "And after that?"
"I won't talk about what comes after."
In fact, Wan Yunting himself didn't know about the later stages. He adopted a serious teacher's demeanor and said, "Since you have acknowledged me as your teacher, I will naturally guide you."
"However, to improve your strength and speed, and reaction agility in a short period, it would likely take half a year of normal training for external martial arts to achieve even a small degree of proficiency!"
Kang Nuolan shook her head, "I have a competition in two weeks. Teacher, do you have any methods for rapid advancement?"
Wan Yunting smiled, "If that's the case, then you can only learn internal Qigong cultivation methods!"
"Internal martial arts?"
Kang Nuolan raised her eyebrows. She held a degree of skepticism towards these so-called internal martial arts.
Many videos nowadays featured so-called masters who claimed to practice internal martial arts, like projecting objects through the air. Kang Nuolan had always believed them to be fraudsters seeking attention and untrustworthy.
Wan Yunting saw her doubt. He then stood up, retrieved a pot of flowers from the small balcony of the washroom, placed it on the desk, and closed the door to prevent others from seeing.
"Watch closely."
Wan Yunting turned to Kang Nuolan and said. He spread his legs, stood in front of the desk, clenched his right fist, and measured the distance to the flowerpot on the desk, settling on about twenty centimeters. He then took a deep breath, secretly circulating the 'Qi' within his Dantian, began to mobilize and circulate it throughout his body, and finally condensed his internal Qi into his right fist.
*Bang!*
As Wan Yunting’s eyes widened, shooting out sharp glints, he struck the flowerpot on the desk with his right fist from a distance of twenty centimeters. Instantly, the ceramic flowerpot cracked and shattered with a crisp sound. This startled Kang Nuolan, who suddenly stood up, her eyes wide with disbelief.
Wan Yunting retracted his technique, exhaled, and looked at the flowerpot shattered by his 'Qi' on the desk. He was very satisfied with Kang Nuolan's current astonished expression and said with a smile, "Now you should believe in the existence of internal martial arts, shouldn't you?"
Kang Nuolan walked over, still disbelieving, and picked up the shattered ceramic flowerpot from the desk, which was a full five centimeters thick. She had witnessed Wan Yunting miraculously shatter it from a distance of twenty centimeters.
This was even more fantastical and incredible than the skills she had seen in videos from masters like Ma.
Seeing that she still couldn't quite believe it, Wan Yunting couldn't be bothered to explain further. "This is the principle of internal martial arts, where 'internal Qi' is projected outwards to cause damage from a distance."
"Whether you believe it or not now, if you genuinely want to learn from me, I can teach you a couple of moves. If you don't believe, then I have no obligation to teach you."
Kang Nuolan bowed without hesitation, "Please teach me, Teacher!"
Watching her bow ninety degrees, the scenery within her T-shirt collar was fully exposed, causing Wan Yunting to helplessly raise his hand to his forehead and give a wry smile. He then waved his hand, "Please get up. Since you are sincerely seeking knowledge, I will… well, reluctantly agree. However, from now on, you must listen to me. Even if you have doubts, you must not question them!"
"I can guarantee that within a week, your strength and speed will increase by at least double compared to your current level!"
This boast sounded a bit like a charlatan.
But after witnessing his astonishing display, Kang Nuolan nodded without hesitation.
Wan Yunting got straight to the point. He asked Kang Nuolan to help him clear the broken flowerpot fragments from the desk. He then took out a brush, ink, and paper, wrote a prescription, and took Kang Nuolan downstairs to the pharmacy to have the two pharmacists prepare the medication according to the prescription.
"Wow, Xiao Wan's slender gold body calligraphy, the more I look at it, the more I like it," said a middle-aged pharmacist named He Liren, holding the prescription.
Do not underestimate a dispensing pharmacist. In fact, the majority of credit for a Chinese physician's ability to prescribe and treat illness comes from the pharmacists. Without the medicines they personally prepare, Chinese physicians would be powerless.