"What?" Mu Rongyu looked stunned. "Are you ssing around with him, too? If sothing happens to Teacher, can you live with yourselves?"
"No..." Wang Jian started to protest. If their senior brother kept on like this, they would all be branded as unforgivable villains. Wang Jian could understand his senior brother’s concern for Teacher’s health, but his relentlessly uncompromising nature was truly one of a kind. He glanced at Song Tianran and saw that she was incredibly embarrassed.
Indeed, Mu Rongyu’s concerns were not unfounded. Any other doctor would have considered Wang Jian’s thod problematic and likely to cause complications. But Wang Jian was completely different.
He knew he couldn’t remain silent any longer, or it would surely delay Teacher’s treatnt. During the massage just now, he had nearly cleared the qi blockages and blood stasis. Nourished by his vibrant Life Energy, the damaged parts of Teacher’s body were already recovering at a rapid rate. Although a full and imdiate recovery wasn’t possible, the effects would certainly be instantaneous.
Wang Jian’s main focus was the part of the brain that controlled language. With the nourishnt of his energy, Teacher could possibly start speaking as soon as today. This was sothing Wang Jian was very confident about. If Mu Rongyu hadn’t interrupted him, he might have already succeeded.
Now, the treatnt was stuck halfway through, and he was in a precarious situation. If this window of opportunity was missed, Wang Jian wouldn’t dare make any more "big talk" about being able to cure Teacher.
"Senior Brother, Tianran wasn’t wrong. I was indeed treating Teacher just now," Wang Jian said sincerely, his gaze calm and steady as he looked at Mu Rongyu. His deanor projected an air of confidence, making his words more believable. "The treatnt is already in progress, and I am confident it will be effective. If you truly care about Teacher’s well-being, the best thing to do is let continue. The longer we delay, the more severe the damage will beco."
But who was Mu Rongyu? He was one of the foremost experts in modern dicine, even more skilled than the likes of Niu Deyuan. Therefore, his word was considered authoritative in the dical community. In his expert opinion, neither Chinese dicine nor Western dicine had any treatnt for a stroke that could produce imdiate results. In both dical sciences, the standard approach involved ergency care followed by a long recovery process. Treatnt was slow, and the results were never guaranteed.
Yet now, Wang Jian had jumped in, not only claiming he could get results but that he was confident in them. Mu Rongyu was so angry he laughed out loud.
At his age, he had seen it all and t every kind of person, including a fair share of conceited individuals who overestimated their own abilities and dismissed the findings of their predecessors. Of course, among them were so truly extraordinary geniuses who had successfully proven their radical conclusions. There were actually quite a few. It was thanks to people like them that China’s dical field continued to advance.
However, those who sought to validate their own ideas and conclusions always had evidence and principles to back them up. They all operated within the established frawork of modern dicine before proposing their theories and verifying the results. Wang Jian’s words were different. He directly negated Mu Rongyu’s entire understanding of dicine, proposed a completely contradictory treatnt thod, and then had the gall to stand there and righteously claim it was already showing results. It was like a frog in a well telling a bird about the vastness of the sky.
Mu Rongyu, normally a rather open-minded person, was infuriated by Wang Jian’s arrogant and ignorant claims. A single misstep could cost his teacher his life. It was no wonder he was being so cautious.
However, despite his angry laughter, he didn’t voice his true thoughts. Wang Jian was his junior brother, after all, and Song Tianran was his junior sister—not to ntion their Teacher’s own daughter. No matter how angry he was, he wouldn’t take it out on his own people. He had yelled at them earlier out of sheer frustration and disappointnt in their recklessness.
But since Wang Jian was now willing to talk, Mu Rongyu let the bitter laugh fade and picked up the conversation. "I know you both want Teacher to get better quickly, but you have to use the right thods."
"We know that, Senior Brother," Song Tianran nodded, seizing the mont as the atmosphere eased. She rushed to explain, "We understand all that, but Wang Jian is different. What he knows is completely different from what we learned. I once saw him save an entire village, and the thods he used had nothing to do with what Dad taught. It wasn’t Western dicine, and it wasn’t the Chinese dicine I know. For those extrely serious illnesses, he just has to insert a few needles and press on the patient’s body, and the results are imdiate. Neither Chinese dicine nor Western dicine can do that..."
Song Tianran spoke in a rush, afraid her senior brother wouldn’t listen, so she tried to get it all out as quickly as possible. But her words only left Mu Rongyu even more bewildered.
"Curing serious illnesses with just a few needles?" That sounded like the spiel of a street-side charlatan.
Mu Rongyu sighed, his heart filled with a mix of emotions. He was aware that Song Tianran and Wang Jian had dated before. What kind of potion had Wang Jian fed her to get her so bewitched? For a brilliant student who had studied abroad to be fooled to this extent, it was unbelievable.
"If it’s not Chinese dicine and not Western dicine, what could it possibly be?" Mu Rongyu asked irritably. "Why don’t you explain it to ? See if you can convince ."
That question stumped Song Tianran. She had nothing more to say and could only look at Wang Jian with a wry smile. It was up to him now.
Wang Jian gave her a gentle smile and a nod, then began to speak softly, though he sidestepped the question.
"Senior Brother Murong and I have never t, but surely you know about the ti I argued with Teacher over our dical philosophies?"
Mu Rongyu nodded in acknowledgnt, so Wang Jian continued, "The reason I argued with Teacher back then was because of the very thing Tianran just ntioned. You see, I knew Tianran long before I beca Teacher’s student."
At this point, everyone in the room turned to look at Wang Jian, waiting for him to go on. Even Song Yijin, sitting in his wheelchair, shifted his gaze to Wang Jian. If he could move, he surely would have straightened up in his seat to have a proper discussion with this disciple of his.
Wang Jian continued, "However, what Tianran said isn’t entirely correct. The skills I possess are indeed different from Chinese and Western dicine, but it wouldn’t be true to say they’re completely unrelated. On the contrary, the dical Skills I’ve learned are intricately linked with Chinese dicine. It’s a form of Ancient dical Skills that evolved from the foundations of Chinese dicine, combined with the Taoist practice of Qi Cultivation. What makes it unique is that it’s based on Life Energy. By stimulating, inspiring, or even enhancing a patient’s own Life Energy, it achieves the effect of healing."
The people in the room were stunned into silence.
"So, you’re saying you use this... this energy thing to heal people?" Mu Rongyu’s eyebrows knitted together, his frown deepening. "And you expect to cure Teacher’s illness with just that?"
Seeing he was still skeptical, Wang Jian glanced at the others. He saw the sa perplexed expression on Chairman Kang’s face and even on Song Tianran, who had always trusted him. Clearly, his words had completely overturned their understanding of the world.
Wang Jian knew that actions spoke louder than words.
So, he made a simple gesture, pointing to a nearby grapevine before beckoning with his hand.
In an instant, it wasn’t just Song Tianran. Mu Rongyu and Chairman Kang both stared wide-eyed, their mouths hanging open as if they had just seen a ghost.
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