Strongest Medical Saint

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 media waiting.

As the second and third place winners of the original international medical competition, Shinichi Harada and Srenin had arrived a bit earlier than Shen Feng and his group.

Shinichi Harada from the Island Nation seemed 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 come out until well after midnight told him something must have gone wrong with her.

Being someone 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 come to Tianhai, he felt even more certain that something unusual was going on.

Similarly, Aoba Munehito did not reveal any useful information over the phone this time either, only telling him to participate in the medical 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 medical 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 time, her father had a sudden illness and they had coincidentally been near a traditional Chinese medicine clinic.

Initially attempting to save her father in that clinic while waiting for the hospital ambulance to arrive, by the time the hospital's ambulance did arrive, her father had already passed away.

She stubbornly believed that traditional Chinese medicine is the most useless medical technique in the world. If the traditional medicine could have sustained her father's life a little longer until the ambulance arrived and he could be taken to a hospital for emergency treatment, 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 domestic 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 medical 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 timely 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 mess, leaving no chance of reattachment.

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 became 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 medical treatment, 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 become a mashed mess with no hope of reattachment,

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 immediately 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 medical skills."

The members of the expert group also nodded in agreement.

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 medicine 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 medicine 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 treatment; 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 momentarily, 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 treatment, just go ahead and do it."

Irene looked mockingly at Shen Feng; she truly detested the traditional Chinese medicine of Huaxia Country.

After this scene was broadcast live, those watching the broadcast immediately shook their heads. If three fingers were gone, what else could be done? This was clearly meant to put someone on the spot.

For a moment, many Huaxia Country people sitting in front of their TVs felt indignant. Although they did not believe in traditional Chinese medicine, 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 treatment.

Merely helping the patient treat the wound and stop the bleeding would not showcase any significant medical 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 remembered 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 me the silver needles."

Miao Bohou, who was holding the silver needles for Shen Feng, immediately 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 medicine; 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 moment 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 members 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 moments 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 medical 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 domestic 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 medicine rose to prominence.