Strongest Medical Saint

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"You can give your scores now," Shen Feng said after he pulled out the three silver needles.

The reason this male patient's eyes kept tearing was simply because there was an issue with a blood vessel in his eyes.

Shen Feng accurately located the problem and used the silver needles to channel the Spiritual Energy to the affected blood vessel.

Nourished by the Spiritual Energy, the man's tears naturally subsided and he quickly recovered.

Even others who possessed Spiritual Energy would find it difficult to sense the problematic blood vessel in the eyes, let alone guide the Spiritual Energy into it. They simply did not have the impressive Perceptive Force that Shen Feng possessed.

"My eyes really got better?" the male patient blinked vigorously, feeling the sourness in his eyes vanish completely. His eyes felt cool and refreshing, and no more tears flowed out.

Qiu Baixing, Pang Nianda, and Ding Yuenian stared intently at the male patient, their eyeballs nearly bulging out of their sockets. How could this be possible!

Although the three of them were considered retired, in the entire Medical Circle of Huaxia Country, they were regarded as the Sea-Calming Divine Needles. Their medical skills were certainly beyond doubt.

A condition they needed about ten days to treat had been completely cured by this young man in about ten seconds? They simply couldn't accept it at the moment.

Just now, they had seen the silver needles in Shen Feng's hand tremble slightly, which was unmistakably the technique of employing acupunture with Spiritual Energy. For someone of his age to master such a technique was utterly inconceivable; at his age, they were just novices in the field of medicine!

Wang Wenhe acted as if he were the doctor who had cured the male patient, muttering excitedly to himself, "Old Ancestor, I knew my feelings were not wrong, and now the facts have proven everything. This time, the Chinese Medicine Community of our Huaxia Country is saved."

Among those present, aside from Qiu Baixing who was strictly a practitioner of Chinese medicine, Pang Nianda and Ding Yuenian were quite proficient in both Chinese and Western Medicine.

Of course, in their hearts, Pang Nianda and Ding Yuenian were more inclined toward the legacy left by the Old Ancestors, and they also hoped that Chinese medicine would truly gain recognition around the world.

Pang Nianda glared at Wang Wenhe, "Have you forgotten what I taught you? You must always maintain a calm heart. Only then can you be in the best state to take care of patients. Too much emotional fluctuation during treatment can lead to errors."

He then suppressed the shock in his heart, asked the male patient a few simple questions to confirm he was indeed cured, and then had the man sit down on a chair to the side.

Qiu Baixing, Pang Nianda, and Ding Yuenian, the three elderly men, exchanged glances. After all, they were once acclaimed as the three great Medical Sages of Huaxia Country, and they had to maintain their composure in front of a junior!

Feigning indifference, Qiu Baixing and the others asked Wang Wenhe to bring in the second patient.

The second patient to enter the room was a woman in her twenties.

She was quite attractive and reportedly preparing to participate in a talent show in two months. However, her throat had suddenly become silent, unable to produce any sound. After receiving treatment in local hospitals, there was little improvement.

Shen Feng briefly learned about the woman's condition.

This time, Pang Nianda spoke up, "Young man, write down your treatment plan. This isn't something you can cure in one go."

Pang Nianda and the other two old men had already diagnosed each patient beforehand.

In their assessment, the woman's condition was significantly more complicated than the previous male patient's. They had also devised several plans, intending to treat the patients after the selection contest had concluded.

According to their plans, healing the woman's voice would take about a month's time.

But just as Pang Nianda finished speaking,

Shen Feng once again pinched the silver needle in his hand.

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Qiu Baixing and Ding Yuenian furrowed their brows, was this kid going to perform an on-the-spot treatment again?

Pang Nianda, seeing this, shook his head and said, "Kid, don't be too eager for quick success. The patient's voice isn't something that can be restored so simply, you..."

But when he reached the word "you," Pang Nianda couldn't utter another "you."

Still, there were only three silver needles inserted into the woman patient's neck.

The three silver needles trembled autonomously on the woman patient's neck, as Shen Feng's fingers lightly flicked the middle needle.

With that flick, more spiritual energy infused into the needle.

The amplitude of the needle's shaking immediately increased.

The next instant.

"Ah, it hurts so much! Are you trying to kill me?" the woman patient angrily arose from the chair, pointing fiercely at Shen Feng as she exclaimed.

But then, she noticed something amiss—could her throat make sounds now? Had her throat recovered?

An indescribable joy filled her heart, as she was desperately longing for her throat to recover in time to participate in a talent show two months later.

"Handsome boy, did you cure my throat? You're simply my lifesaver, big sister! Come on, let big sister give you a kiss." The woman patient was so joyful she could only express it in this way.

Shen Feng, looking at the woman patient who wanted to hug him, said, "Do you still want to remove the needles from your throat? If you don't take them out now, you're going to lose your voice again."

He was totally talking nonsense, but upon hearing this, the woman patient obediently sat down in front of Shen Feng.

Shen Feng quickly removed the three silver needles from the woman's neck.

Qiu Baixing, Pang Nianda, and Ding Yuenian's brains had already lost their ability to command, sitting in their chairs stiff as wood, not moving an inch. How many seconds was it this time? It seemed to be only eight, right? The treatment time was shortened by two seconds for an even more complicated illness? This was a sickness they would need about a month to cure!

Really, they shouldn't be so demoralizing. These three old men could no longer maintain their composure. Suddenly, they felt, did they even qualify to assess this young man before them? The medical skills of this young man completely surpassed their expectations.

If Qiu Baixing and the other two elderly men were already so, not to mention Wang Wenhe. He had been speculating that Shen Feng's medical skills were unfathomable, but he didn't expect them to be so deep and immeasurable. Due to the shock, he was too excited and suddenly felt a strong urge to urinate, feeling almost unable to hold it in.

Three needles again!

The first patient was cured with just three needles.

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Qiu Baixing and the others, looking at Shen Feng's name on the contestant list, thought this guy might as well not be called Shen Feng but directly Shen Sanzhen.

Could he not be so awesome? Indeed, their hearts just couldn't take it.

Although their hearts were filled with joy, they also felt a sense of unwillingness, to be so far behind a young man in medical skills, there's always a bit of sorrow.

Pang Nianda glared at Wang Wenhe and said, "What are you standing there for? Call in the third patient."

Then he stared at Shen Feng, "I refuse to believe you can cure the next patient with just three needles."