Qin Yexuan's silver needle flashed in his hand, and he slowly withdrew it.
Zhao Shuanghe glared, "Who exactly are you? A doctor's duty is benevolence. If you had even a little medical knowledge, you wouldn't act so recklessly."
Su Mingyue and the others turned around, staring in shock at Zhao Shuanghe, who had suddenly barged in.
Qin Yexuan said calmly, "Yes, Zhao Qingshan invited you? Since I dared to administer acupuncture, I have absolute confidence."
Zhao Shuanghe sneered, "Do you know the patient's symptoms? While traditional Chinese medicine is wondrous, some conditions cannot be cured with a few needles. She must be sent to a major imperial hospital immediately for expert consultation."
Facing Zhao Shuanghe's aggressive questioning, Qin Yexuan was not angered.
He could tell that the "South Mountain Divine Needle" was acting out of a sense of medical responsibility.
Zhao Shuanghe was not specifically targeting him.
However, those behind the Zhao family, including several old masters of traditional Chinese medicine, were not as well-intentioned.
Especially Zhao Qingshan, who darted out again, roaring on the spot, "Do you know my second uncle's status?"
Qin Yexuan remained silent, he truly didn't know.
In the field of traditional Chinese medicine, he only knew Ling Su, and that was enough.
Among the top medical experts in the world, Ling Su was already a top disciple he had taught. He wouldn't boast of being invincible, but she was at least in the top three.
Su Mingyue's voice trembled, "That's Zhao Shuanghe, the South Mountain Divine Needle, a top figure in acupuncture. When I was studying, I used his acupuncture textbooks."
Zhao Qingshan puffed up with pride, "You know then. What's my second uncle's status? He's a man of his word, a giant whose every stomp shakes the world of traditional Chinese medicine. Now that he has spoken, are you still going to listen to this Qin Yexuan?"
Everyone in the room nodded in agreement.
There was no other way; Zhao Shuanghe's status was too high. His words were like unquestionable imperial decrees.
Even the Xu family members, who had been confident, began to waver.
At this moment, Qin Yexuan reached out to feel Xu Xiayuan's pulse and said slowly, "Medicine is not about displaying one's skills, but about treating the symptoms. In the past, some intractable diseases were beyond the reach of doctors in major hospitals, yet rural barefoot doctors could cure them with just a few remedies. That is true medical benevolence."
"A doctor's status and position do not determine their skill." He then looked at Zhao Shuanghe, whose hair was as white as snow, "You seem to have high status, but do you have the confidence to cure this patient?"
Zhao Shuanghe's eyes flickered.
The young man's words shocked him.
To speak of treating the symptoms and that a doctor's status doesn't determine their skill showed extraordinary insight.
But!
Life was at stake.
Zhao Shuanghe's tone became even more severe, "I will not let you take risks. No matter how well you speak, you cannot risk the patient's life. Young man, I'll give you a chance. Stop this nonsensical behavior."
Su Mingyue hurried over and bowed, "Senior Zhao, my brother-in-law never takes risks. He has absolute confidence. I can vouch for him."
Zhao Shuanghe did not speak, but a Zhao family member behind him became enraged and roughly pushed Mingyue aside, "Who do you think you are? How dare you speak in front of our elder?"
Mingyue staggered, almost falling.
Qin Yexuan reached out to steady her, his eyes flashing with a cold glint, "I'll ask you again, who among you has the confidence to cure the patient? Who can guarantee that they can be cured by going to a major hospital?"
Zhao Shuanghe's face flushed red, "How can there be a hundred percent certainty in such matters? But..."
"But what? If you have no confidence, then shut up!"
Qin Yexuan reprimanded him on the spot.
Everyone was stunned.
This person, he actually reprimanded Zhao Shuanghe to his face?
Zhao Shuanghe's temper flared, "Fine, I'll let you treat her today. If you make any mistakes in front of us, I will make you pay the price!"
Qin Yexuan's silver needle flashed in his hand, "What if I can cure it with my needle?"
Zhao Shuanghe laughed in exasperation, "If you can cure this illness with just one needle, I will formally take you as my teacher, alright!"
Ah!
"Second Uncle, you're giving him too much face," Zhao Qingshan muttered.
Qin Yexuan, however, sneered, "You want to be my disciple too? Don't even think about it!"
As soon as the words fell, the silver needle shot out fiercely!
Instantly, a brilliant green light flashed on the silver needle!
What?
How?
This is...
Several old masters of traditional Chinese medicine who had accompanied Zhao Qingshan let out terrified screams.
Everyone who understood the craft was shocked by the scene.
It seemed like a simple needle, but the hint of green glow at the tail of the silver needle, was it the legendary...?
While they were still exclaiming, Qin Yexuan's silver needle once again brought forth streaks of light.
Thirteen consecutive strikes!
The green glow had not yet dissipated, and it astonishingly formed a flower!
Just like a green lotus blooming!
"Could this be the legendary...?"
"My heavens, the legendary Thirteen Needles of the Green Lotus!"