Shen Feng and his companions arrived at the competition hospital by bus without any trouble.
At the hospital entrance, there was already a considerable number of dia waiting.
As the second and third place winners of the original international dical competition, Shinichi Harada and Srenin had arrived a bit earlier than Shen Feng and his group.
Shinichi Harada from the Island Nation seed distracted and out of sorts.
Although he didn't get any useful information from Aoba Munehito last night, the fact that Aoba Tomomi hadn't co out until well after midnight told him sothing must have gone wrong with her.
Being soone cultivated by the Aoba Family, he knew the Aoba Family quite well.
This morning, he received another call from Aoba Munehito, and learning that Aoba Iaki, the elder of the Aoba Family, had co to Tianhai, he felt even more certain that sothing unusual was going on.
Similarly, Aoba Munehito did not reveal any useful information over the phone this ti either, only telling him to participate in the dical competition as usual.
Shinichi Harada's gaze occasionally swept towards Shen Feng, a hint of wariness flickering in his eyes.
The expression of Srenin from the Russian Country was also uneasy; after all, Geberton had inexplicably apologized before, and now there was no word from him. If it weren't for the three billion bet, he wouldn't have participated in this dical competition at all.
Next to Srenin stood a distinctly Russian beauty, with curves where they should be, boasting a wild beauty; she was Srenin's student, Irene.
Irene's gaze towards Shen Feng was full of aggression. She had once traveled to Huaxia Country with her father when she was a child.
At that ti, her father had a sudden illness and they had coincidentally been near a traditional Chinese dicine clinic.
Initially attempting to save her father in that clinic while waiting for the hospital ambulance to arrive, by the ti the hospital's ambulance did arrive, her father had already passed away.
She stubbornly believed that traditional Chinese dicine is the most useless dical technique in the world. If the traditional dicine could have sustained her father's life a little longer until the ambulance arrived and he could be taken to a hospital for ergency treatnt, the chances of his survival would have been great.
Irene had of course seen the online video of Shen Feng performing the Dance of the Phoenix Seven Needles and firmly believed that the video was faked.
Neither Shinichi Harada nor Srenin greeted Shen Feng and the others.
The expert groups from both dostic and overseas had also arrived, just as everyone was about to head into the hospital.
Right then, a car hurriedly pulled up at the entrance.
A middle-aged man, appearing frantic, helped a young man in his twenties out of the car.
The young man's right hand was wrapped in cloth, which was completely soaked in blood.
Upon seeing the people at the hospital entrance, the middle-aged man's gaze fixed on Shinichi Harada and Srenin. He too had been following the dical competition.
He was the owner of a small machinery factory, and the young man with the wrapped right hand was his son.
His son had just graduated from school not long ago, and he intended for his son to learn a bit about the factory.
Today, his son had started up the processing machine without authorization, and his right hand had gotten caught in it.
If it weren't for the tily shutdown of the machine, his son's entire arm might have been lost.
Even so, the young man's thumb, index, and middle fingers had been completely severed.
Those fingers, churned by the machine, had turned into a pulpy ss, leaving no chance of reattachnt.
The middle-aged man, desperate to save his son and seeing his son's pain-stricken face, couldn't help but think about the future with his son's right hand lacking three fingers and beca increasingly unable to contain his emotions. He rushed over to people like Srenin and repeatedly bowed, pleading, "Honorable doctors, please, I beg you to look at my son's hand. No matter the cost of dical treatnt, I will pay."
Irene couldn't help but inquire about the situation.
The middle-aged man naturally explained everything in detail.
Upon learning that the middle-aged man's son had lost three fingers, and that the severed fingers had beco a mashed ss with no hope of reattachnt,
not only did Shinichi Harada and Srenin fall silent, but so did the other doctors present, after all, everything was being broadcast live!
What could they possibly do about the young man's injuries? Were they supposed to make his fingers imdiately regrow? The best they could do was stop the bleeding and treat the wound.
Srenin looked at the expert group and said, "We are just doctors, not immortals. This kind of injury should be handled by the doctors in this hospital, it doesn't require highly advanced dical skills."
The mbers of the expert group also nodded in agreent.
Because Srenin spoke in the Huaxia language, the middle-aged man, after hearing it, wore a face of utter despair.
He had been too anxious just now, but after calming down a bit, he also knew that his son's three fingers could not possibly be restored.
However, Irene said to Srenin, "Teacher, what you said might not be right."
Then, she turned to look at Shen Feng and continued, "The traditional Chinese dicine practitioner from Huaxia Country, in a video he posted online before, didn't he demonstrate a very miraculous needling technique? Maybe he has a way to treat the severed fingers!"
Srenin was aware of his student's line of thinking and went with the flow, saying, "I apologize for not considering everything thoroughly; I almost forgot how mystical your Huaxia Country's traditional Chinese dicine can be."
He then made a "please" gesture towards Shen Feng: "I suppose I should call you Doctor Shen? Please, feel free to proceed with the treatnt; this patient won't be counted in the competition."
In his view, Shen Feng couldn't really do much! Besides helping the patient treat the wound and stop the bleeding montarily, what else could he do?
Shinichi Harada also spoke up, "I have no objections either, this patient can be excluded from the competition. If you wish to provide treatnt, just go ahead and do it."
Irene looked mockingly at Shen Feng; she truly detested the traditional Chinese dicine of Huaxia Country.
After this scene was broadcast live, those watching the broadcast imdiately shook their heads. If three fingers were gone, what else could be done? This was clearly ant to put soone on the spot.
For a mont, many Huaxia Country people sitting in front of their TVs felt indignant. Although they did not believe in traditional Chinese dicine, the blood of Huaxia Country flowed in their veins.
Even the people from the Martial Arts World watching the live broadcast and individuals like Aoba Iaki from the Aoba Family couldn't help shaking their heads, thinking that Shen Feng would definitely refuse to provide treatnt.
rely helping the patient treat the wound and stop the bleeding would not showcase any significant dical skill and would only serve to give off the impression of starting off on the back foot.
And people like Miao Bohou stood silently to the side; they rembered among the many needling techniques written by Senior Shen,
there was one called the Regrow Bone and Flesh Needle.
According to Senior Shen's explanation to them, this technique could allow ordinary people's severed bones and flesh to regrow.
However, they were unclear to what extent this technique could work as they focused their attention on Shen Feng.
Shen Feng casually shrugged his shoulders and said to Miao Bohou, "Give the silver needles."
Miao Bohou, who was holding the silver needles for Shen Feng, imdiately passed the box of silver needles he had in his hand to Shen Feng.
"Remove the cloth on your hand," Shen Feng said to the young man.
His voice carried a hint of authority, causing a brief confusion in the young man's mind, and he obediently removed the cloth from his right hand.
The middle-aged man wanted to stop it, as he did not believe in any traditional Chinese dicine; regretfully, Shen Feng had already pinched up the silver needles and pierced them down.
No fewer than five silver needles, all pierced into the back of the young man's hand.
At the mont the five silver needles were inserted, sweat beads continuously appeared on the back of the young man's hand.
As these sweat beads evaporated into mist, they surrounded his palm.
The five silver needles pierced on the back of the hand started to tremble on their own. With the slight trembling of the five needles, the young man felt an intense itchiness at the site of his severed fingers.
One could see from the area on his right hand where the thumb, index, and middle fingers were missing, fingers were slowly beginning to protrude.
Upon seeing this scene, the mbers of the panel of experts were shocked, and all rushed to the young man's front, picking up his right palm and after careful examination, they realized this was neither magic nor a blindfold. The young man had indeed been missing three fingers just monts ago, and now, the fingers were actually regrowing bit by bit from where they were severed.
"How, how is this possible? Fingers can actually regenerate?"
"What kind of miraculous dical technique is this? How can such a technique exist in this world? This can truly be called an Immortal Technique."
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Experts from both dostic and international groups kept murmuring to themselves.
Their words and the bizarre scene in front of them were all broadcast live across the country.
Regenerating fingers?
This was bound to be a scene that dazzled all who watched.
Today was destined to be the day traditional Chinese dicine rose to prominence.
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