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"If you lose, you have to call me 'Dad' the next time you see me," I said with a smile.
"What if you lose?" Lin Guo gritted his teeth.
"If I lose, I'll give you one hundred thousand," I replied casually.
"No, if you lose, you also have to call me 'Dad,'" Lin Guo shouted.
"Alright!" I nodded.
In front of everyone, I began to administer acupuncture to the patient.
My needle technique was extremely fast, and each time I inserted a needle, it would emit a buzzing sound.
This was the technique of "flicking the needle," a high-difficulty maneuver that few could master.
Flicking the needle stimulates acupoints, accelerates blood flow, and unleashes the body's potential.
"Good!"
"Wonderful!"
The audience cheered enthusiastically.
Lin Zhentian and Director Zhao also nodded slightly, showing their appreciation for my skills.
In less than five minutes, I withdrew the needles.
"Stand up and give it a try," I said to the patient.
"Good!" The patient stood up, took a few steps, and jumped a few times.
His legs had completely returned to normal, just like before he got sick.
"Divine doctor, you are truly a divine doctor!" The patient gave me a thumbs up.
The audience applauded enthusiastically.
"I don't believe it; you must be faking it!" Lin Guo's eyes were bloodshot, filled with resentment.
He was unwilling to accept it.
"Whether you believe it or not, the facts are right in front of you," I said with a smile.
"I don't believe it; you just got lucky and encountered a case you're good at," Lin Guo shouted.
"Hehe!" I chuckled and remained silent.
"First round, Lin Yang wins!" Director Zhao announced. "Let's start the second round."
The second patient was a young man, suffering from a splitting headache.
I pretended to examine the patient by taking his pulse, looking at his tongue coating, and observing his complexion, among other things.
Lin Guo did the same.
I gave the patient a knowing glance and asked, "Young man, do you have a girlfriend?"
"Yes!" The patient nodded.
"Is it beautiful?" I continued to ask.
"Very beautiful!" the patient said, a happy smile appearing on his face.
"Divine Doctor, what illness do I have?" the patient asked.
"You have a pus-filled abscess in your brain," I replied.
"Ah?" The patient was terrified.
"Don't listen to his nonsense; you have neurogenic migraine," Lin Guo shouted.
"You’re talking nonsense!" I cursed back.
"Enough!" Lin Zhentian stood up and said, "Your diagnoses are different; this is not easy to handle."
"It's simple; just go to the hospital for a head CT, and you'll know," I said calmly.
"Alright, then let's go to the hospital," Lin Zhentian nodded.
Everyone followed to the hospital.
The CT results came out quickly.
Indeed, there was a pus-filled abscess in the patient's brain.
"Round two, Lin Yang wins!" Director Zhao announced loudly.
"No, it's impossible!" Lin Guo yelled, "You cheated; you're being dishonest!"
"Shut up!" Lin Zhentian said, his face turning pale with anger. "Get out of here!"
"I refuse to accept this!" Lin Guo shouted, looking almost insane as he charged at Director Zhao, wanting to strangle him.
Although Director Zhao knew martial arts, he was older now.
If Lin Guo managed to capture him, he could easily get hurt.
I delivered a whip kick that knocked Lin Guo down.
Other doctors rushed in and pinned Lin Guo to the ground.
"Let me go, you dogs!" Lin Guo struggled wildly.
"Hey!" Lin Zhentian sighed and said, "Reduce his shares in Zhen Tian Traditional Chinese Medicine Clinic by another ten percent."
"Yes!" everyone responded in unison.
"Dad, why?" Lin Guo shouted.
"Because you are narrow-minded and unworthy of being my nephew," Lin Zhentian replied.
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