Chapter 891: How is it Possible
Translator: CKtalon Editor: CKtalon
Since he couldn’t count on others, he could only rely on himself.
As expected, in the afternoon, the competing TCM experts from China were all defeated by Park Changmin and his disciple. However, Park Mintae basically didn’t partake in the competition during the afternoon session. Clearly, his dical skills were no longer sufficient to compete with the elites of China. This made Park Mintae sowhat downtrodden. However, he still proudly raised his head like an arrogant rooster when he saw Park Changmin wipe out the competition.
A day later, gloom fell over China as people were lanting all over.
On the contrary, South Korea was filled with cheers.
There were even so foreign television stations which had begun to cheer on South Korea.
In this dical competition organized on the grassroot level, there was nothing the country could do to interfere. All it could do was watch without a solution. As a result, it was as if everyone in the world was able to watch the death of TCM. They looked at the ancient civilization that China was with a special look. So found it regretful as they sighed, while others felt wistful and empathetic. Of course, there were also people gloating.
This day could be considered a black mark in the history of China’s TCM. A black day with no hope to be found.
However, there were always exceptions. While most people were crying, soone was laughing.
“Song Yuhe! Enough! You’ve been laughing since the mont you ca here. What are you laughing about?” Jiang Yu nearly smashed the tea cup in her hand into Song Yuhe’s face.
Song Yuhe looked at the news of ‘the defeat of TCM’ and continued smiling. “Of course I’m laughing at that which is laughable.”
“What do you an? You find us laughable now?” Jiang Yu’s eyes nearly spewed out flas.
Song Yuhe said lightly, “Jiang Yu, three days from now, follow soplace, and you will understand.”
“Song Yuhe, what on Earth are you up to?” Jiang Yu asked, perplexed.
Song Yuhe smiled without giving a reply.
Jiang Yu frowned and said, “I don’t have ti to waste with you. Three days? In three days, all the TCM doctors China was able to produce will probably have to end their practice. When the ti cos, TCM will be completely gone.” With that said, Jiang Yu sighed as a dark cloud hung over her head.
However, Song Yuhe laughed. “Don’t worry. TCM won’t collapse. On the contrary, it will soar.”
Jiang Yu looked suspiciously at Song Yuhe, thinking, “Has this guy gone mad?”
Song Yuhe shook his head and didn’t say a word. Instead, he got up and said, “I’ll be visiting the defeated ones over the next few days. Three days from now, I’ll bring all of you sowhere. You will understand what I an when we get there. As for now, I’ll be having so drinks and have a good rest. By the way, don’t count on those old fogeys. There’s no spirit of competition in their bones.”
Jiang Yu was stunned before she smiled bitterly. She naturally knew who Song Yuhe was referring to. They were a bunch of old TCM doctors who were in their eighties or nighties, with so even over a hundred years old! These people had deep insights, but they were cold people. They weren’t tempted by riches and glory as they led their days in a carefree manner. They would pick herbs and save people in passing, but they weren’t in pursuit of any fa or fortune. They had their own heritage with their own unique thods, and they traveled the world in an otherworldly manner.
In fact, Jiang Yu, Song Yuhe, and the third Chinese dical sage, Wang Yukun, were all disciples of one of these masters. They all shared his ‘Yu’ generation title. However, they couldn’t even find their own master…
Shaking her head, Jiang Yu wished to call Song Yuhe mad, but deep down, she still felt expectant. Regardless of how big or small the hope was, hope was hope. Even the smallest bit of hope was far better than despair.
In the coming days, Song Yuhe visited all the doctors who had lost to Park Changmin and Park Mintae. As expected, these people were curious by what Song Yuhe said. With his own reputation being quite sothing, these people decided to follow Song Yuhe to see what the source of his hopeful attitude was!
What ensued in the following three days was truly a massacre of Chinese TCM doctors. Batches of doctors threw themselves into the competition, only to return in defeat.
The stirred Chinese, who were originally cheering the doctors on, also began to fall silent. So people cried, so lost themselves to alcohol, while others cursed. For a mont, the streets seed to perate a baffling sense of repression. This repressive feeling was a hundred tis worse than the despondedness the Chinese had felt after their defeat at their first World Cup. It was as if everyone had a guillotine above their heads which could fall at anyti. The aftermath of the competition would be a loss of a part of their traditional culture…
On this day, the hotel business was doing especially well. But no matter how packed the hotels were, few people spoke.
Even the craziest bars appeared sowhat solemn. Many people were just drinking without chatting or laughing.
If one looked carefully at this mont, regardless if they were officials or ordinary people; Western or Traditional Chinese doctors; white-collared or blue-collared workers; employees or employers; cultured or uncultured; bar owners or bouncers…
On this day, everyone’s eyes shimred with a particular light—an angry light, like the sign of a clogged volcano ready to erupt! Amid the sorrow and despair, there was a light of endless grief.
So people were crying while others were silent.
However, there was also sothing else that slowly seed to rise…
On such a day, many people in South Korea were cheering. They went out into the streets, chanting Park Changmin’s na as though he was a hero. However, there were also a lot of people criticizing him, saying that he had won an ill-gotten victory while lanting the degradation of morals in the world. South Korea was thus also thrown into disarray.
However, Park Changmin ignored all of this. Instead, he cast his gaze into the distant mountains. By the side, Park Mintae wore a look of puzzlent. All the challengers had lost, and they had won the final victory. Why was Park Changmin unable to cheer up?
“Master?” Park Mintae questioned.
Park Changmin shook his head and interrupted him. “Stay here and watch the mountains.”
With that said, Park Changmin left again.
Park Mintae wore a confounded look.?Again?
Three days had passed, and Park Changmin and Park Mintae boarded a car sent by the South Korean embassy under the furious looks of the people to head to the airport. There was no other solution. They were unable to rent a car anywhere since their business was declined the mont they were found to be Korean. It was useless no matter what was said. After the competition, when the governntal officials left, they even needed to rely on food sent by the embassy because they had no way of buying food no matter how much money they offered! They even suspected that they would starve to death if they stayed any longer. Hence, Park Changmin and a few others fled to the airport in preparation to return to South Korea.
It was unknown if it was because they ran too quickly, but Park Mintae suddenly cried out in pain as he held his abdon. He squatted there and refused to move.
Park Changmin frowned. Having practiced dicine for so long, he knew very well that a TCM doctor knew his own body best. There was no way such a hidden ailnt could go unnoticed by the doctor himself. TCM doctors were best not at treating illnesses that had taken form already, but at preventing illnesses that had yet to happen. They knew very well how to maintain their bodies at the level of healthiness. Hence, Park Mintae’s response was clearly problematic. Recalling how Park Mintae had been wearing a face mask daily, Park Changmin finally cast his gaze at Park Mintae amid his chaotic thoughts. He grabbed his wrist and felt his pulse, only to be dumbfounded. He exclaid. “How is this possible!?”
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