??Chapter 350: Chapter 350: Treasure Boy
Chapter 350: Chapter 350: Treasure Boy
While everyone was still astonished at Lin Dong’s monstrous talent, the referee announced that the second minor match had officially begun.
The second minor match was a competition of prescription formulation.
“You both have twenty minutes to prescribe for these ten patients,” the referee said.
“After preparing the prescriptions, submit them accordingly!”
As soon as the referee announced the start of the second minor match, Lin Dong and Wang Taisui began to write out their prescriptions.
During Lin Dong’s writing process, soone said:
“Look at the calligraphy of Chief Lin. Isn’t his handwriting extraordinarily beautiful?”
Because of this comnt, everyone’s attention shifted to Lin Dong’s writing.
At that mont, the President of the Southern Capital Calligraphy Association stepped forward and couldn’t help but say:
“The character of these writings is truly grand. The use of central and lateral strokes in each character shows a swift brush movent, reminiscent of Wang Xizhi’s running script. Excellent, excellent indeed!!”
Upon hearing this, everyone was taken aback once again.
This President of the Southern Capital Calligraphy Association was a renowned calligrapher, nationally recognized. To receive such high praise from him was indeed rare.
Suddenly he added, “Chief Lin, would you be willing to sell these characters after you’re done writing?”
“I am willing to pay ten thousand for each character!” he said.
Upon uttering this, several tycoons began to outbid each other.
“I’ll offer twenty thousand per character!”
“I’ll give thirty thousand per character!”
“…”
Common people watched these wealthy bidders in complete disbelief.
Lin Dong hasn’t even finished writing his prescription, and they’re ready to auction it off?
Are they planning to treat it like an antique to treasure?
At this mont, Qiao Xue was stupefied as well.
“Do these people not value money? Tens of thousands for a character? If Lin Dong writes a few hundred characters, that’s millions. If he writes a few thousand characters, wouldn’t that be tens of millions?”
Qiao Bing, seeing her sister in shock, couldn’t help covering her mouth and giggling.
This was the treasure of a boy she had chosen. He always had surprises to offer.
Lin Dong, however, was unfazed.
He even furrowed his brows and glanced at those making offers.
Then he said seriously, “You are disturbing my competition.”
Imdiately after this remark, those bidders closed their mouths.
However, they decided to seek Lin Dong out after the competition had concluded.
To bystanders, spending tens of thousands on a character from Lin Dong’s own prescriptions might be incomprehensible. But these tycoons did not beco wealthy by being foolish.
They naturally had their own plans—acquiring them now, given Lin Dong’s future reputation, they would be worth a fortune!
About ten minutes later, Lin Dong completed his prescriptions.
Old Wang, being sowhat older, wrote a bit slower than Lin Dong, taking him about twelve minutes.
Both of them handed their completed prescriptions to the referee.
Just as before, the referee read their prescriptions aloud.
“For the first patient, Leader of the Southern Faction Lin Dong prescribed Ephedra Soup. The Leader of the Northern Sector Old Wang also prescribed Ephedra Soup.”
“For the second patient, Leader of the Southern Faction Lin Dong prescribed Huanglian Ejiao Soup, and the Leader of the Northern Sector Old Wang also prescribed Huanglian Ejiao Soup…”
As the referee listed each prescription, everyone was surprised to find that Lin Dong and Old Wang’s prescriptions were exactly the sa.
“Another tie?”
Everyone was shocked. Lin Dong had actually tied with Old Wang in both minor matches.
Old Wang himself stroked his beard in approval, his admiration for Lin Dong growing ever stronger.
If he could bring Lin Dong to the Northern Faction, he would be willing to step down and offer his position to Lin Dong, even at his current standing!
“It seems for the final acupuncture contest, I’ll have to bring out my best skills,” Old Wang thought to himself, determined not to show any rcy during this dical competition.
At this point, everyone’s respect for Lin Dong grew even stronger.
“To be able to tie with Old Wang in two rounds, as a junior, is enough to prove that Lin Dong truly is the foremost amongst the younger generation!”
“Not to ntion his peers, considering the older generation, how many across the country could surpass him?”
“…”
Amidst the heated discussions, the referee also said with a smile:
“So, the second minor match ends in a tie again.”
“Now, let us begin the third minor match, the acupuncture competition!”
“Acupuncture is a skill that can assess the dical arts of a Traditional Chinese dicine practitioner and is also the easiest way to determine superiority.”
“You both will use acupuncture to treat ten patients each, who all have the sa challenging and complex diseases.”
“Then let’s see whose acupuncture technique yields better results.”
Lin Dong and Wang Taisui both nodded and waited for the patients with complex diseases to be brought over.
These patients with complex diseases were carefully selected from major hospitals, many suffering from terminal illnesses that even Grade III hospitals couldn’t treat.
When they were brought over, they had been asked for their consent. Upon hearing that they could receive free treatnt from the top practitioner in Dragon Country, Old Wang, and the Leader of the Southern Faction, they joyfully agreed, seeing hope in their cure.
The patients arrived, and those on Lin Dong’s side looked rather uneasy.
“How co this Leader of the Southern Faction of Traditional Chinese dicine is so young? Can he really treat us? Can we switch to Old Wang to treat us instead?” one patient asked.
Upon hearing this, Old Wang spoke up, “Rest assured and let him treat you; he’s quite skilled.”
“Moreover, if by any chance he cannot cure you, don’t worry. I will take care of it afterward.”
Comforted by Old Wang’s willingness to step in, the patients finally agreed.
Lin Dong said nothing about this. The patients’ ntality was understandable, after all.
One was Old Wang, the top Traditional Chinese dicine practitioner in Dragon Country, in his eighties with a lifeti of dical experience.
The other was a relatively unknown twenty-sothing Leader of the Southern Faction of Traditional Chinese dicine. Anyone would choose the forr to treat them.
Once the patients’ emotions had been cald, the referee officially announced.
“The third minor match, the acupuncture contest, now begins!”
With this announcent, Lin Dong and Old Wang approached the first patient, took out their Acupuncture Bags, selected Filiform Needles, and began their acupuncture treatnt…
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