Chapter 829: Severing the Lineage with One Kick

he CEO position"After Qin Guowei finished speaking, he took the syringe and walked toward Qin Dongliang. He reached out and pressed him firmly onto the chair.Qin Dongliang wanted to struggle, but unfo...Ye Bufan had the young man carry his father to an examination bed beside him, face down and back up, and then removed his shirt, revealing his bare torso.

Then he took out a silver needle and plunged it into a point on his back.

Compared to the last time, his acupuncture technique was much slower this time. He gently inserted the silver needle and pulled it out repeatedly, then flicked the tip of the needle lightly afterwards.

Then, a shocking scene occurred. The silver needle's tip trembled constantly, as if it were powered by an electric motor.

"Is this acupuncture"

While others merely watched the spectacle, Wang Xuande saw through the ingenuity of this acupuncture technique and exclaimed in astonishment.

Acupuncture was the ancient Chinese name for it. Back then, Traditional Chinese Medicine emphasized the unity of medical arts, martial arts, and esoteric practices. The vast majority of practitioners were proficient in martial arts and at least possessed internal energy.

While Traditional Chinese Medicine has been passed down to this day, the technique of Qi Yun acupuncture has been lost for many years. Although he claims to be the "Divine Needle King," he cannot perform this acupuncture technique.

I never expected this young man, who seemed to be around 20 years old, to actually perform the Qi-Guiding Needles technique.

What shocked him was not just that, but after Ye Bufan had consecutively struck over a dozen needles, Wang Xuande once again saw the clue in this acupuncture technique.

He couldn't help but widen his eyes, his jaw dropping in shock so much that his beard quivered.

"The Nine Needles of Reincarnation, this is the Nine Needles of Reincarnation"

Guhun Jiuzhen, throughout thousands of years of Chinese medicine inheritance, has always been at the peak of acupuncture techniques, it can be said to be the highest level of acupuncture art.

It's a pity that it has been lost in recent years and can only be found in ancient texts as brief mentions.

That's why he watched for a long time, only then confirming that Ye Bufan was performing the Soul Returning Nine Needles.

Finally, his face turned extremely ugly. Although their Wang family's Five Phoenixes Rising Sun acupuncture technique was quite good, it was still far inferior to the Returning Soul Nine Needles, even not in the same league at all.

It's no wonder that Ye Bufan ignored the Five Phoenixes Rising Sun Needles before. Anyone who masters this supreme acupuncture technique wouldn't look at other techniques in their eyes.

Wang Guo'an watched his grandfather yelling beside him, his face showing a dismissive and even contemptuous expression. He thought this was really embarrassing.

The other person's acupuncture technique, in his eyes, was not much different from his own. He estimated that the effect wouldn't be much better either.

Wang Xuande shook his head in despair. His grandson was truly a waste, completely fearless and ignorant.

Since the opponent has already performed the Nine Needles for Returning Soul, he has lost most of this gamble. He can only pin his hopes of winning on luck.

Under the watchful eyes of everyone, Ye Bufan once again took out silver needles one by one. It was exactly 10 minutes later.

"Okay, you can get up and walk now."

"Really Am I really better now"

The middle-aged man's face was full of disbelief, but he still slowly sat up from the bed as Ye Bufan said. Then he put on his shoes and tentatively stood on the ground.

"One step...two steps...three steps..."

Under the gaze of everyone, the middle-aged man stepped out one step at a time.

At the beginning, it was a little labored and cautious. After taking a dozen or so steps, it fully recovered and walked with long strides.

"Alright, I'm actually really good... This is great, I can walk again..."

The middle-aged man was incredibly excited. After spinning in place a few times, he suddenly walked up to Ye Bufan and plopped to his knees with a thud.

"Little divine doctor, thank you, you are my great benefactor."

Since he was injured, he had spent all his family savings on seeking treatment everywhere. Especially after Wang Guoan's words, he felt completely desperate.

If it costs 300,000 to treat the illness, even if it's guaranteed to be cured, our family can't afford it anyway.

"Uncle, wake up. There's no need for this. I'm a doctor, it's my duty to heal you."

Ye Bufan said, helping the middle-aged man to his feet.

"See that That's what a doctor is, that's true medical ethics..."

"What a quack, King of Divine Needles! His medical skills are terrible, not even as good as the Little Miracle Doctor..."

"Best of three, the little doctor has already won. Get out of the clinic right now! A person with no skills and no medical ethics doesn't deserve to be called the King of Acupuncture..."

For a time, everyone around was in an uproar, cheering for Ye Bufan, some even denouncing Wang Xuande and his grandson.

At this moment, Wang Xuande's face was ashen. He had been full of energy and vigor just moments ago when he was dispensing medicine, but now he had lost his entire medical practice in the blink of an eye.

Wang Guo'an also lost his previous arrogance and whispered, "Grandpa, what should we do We can't really give them the clinic, right"

Wang Xuande didn't speak, but he knew his clinic was gone. If someone else had acted as a witness, he might have had some room to argue.

But the wager was signed clearly, and the person standing in front of him was the head of the China Pharmaceutical Administration. Even if he wanted to back out, he didn't have the guts.

"Young people, you are formidable. With you, traditional Chinese medicine sees hope."

Yang Zhendo and his wife looked at Ye Bufan with admiration in their eyes.

Turning back to Wang Xuande, he said: "Old Wang, I declare Xiaoye the winner of this gambling match. No objections, right"

"I have no objections. I did indeed lose in three out of two matches. I'm willing to concede defeat and hand over the Divine Needle Wang Medical Hall."

"Speaking of which, Wang Xuande changed the subject, "But we agreed to three rounds, so we have to finish them all."

Yang Zhengdao said: "The outcome has been decided, is there any need for another competition"

"Of course there is." Wang Xuande said, "Although we have played two rounds, I haven't made a move yet. I've been watching this young brother treat people with illnesses all the time. There has to be an opportunity for me to make a move."

Upon hearing this, Yang Zhengdao and everyone present understood.

The old man had lost two games in a row, and though the last game didn't matter for the overall score, he still wanted to save some face.

Otherwise, losing two games in a row and being crushed by a young man would be disastrous. If word got out, I wouldn't be able to show my face in the Imperial City ever again.

To put it simply, Wang Xande wanted to fight for honor.

Yang Zhengdao said, "Xiao Ye, what do you think"

Ye Bufan said: "I don't mind, since the old gentleman has this interest, let's have another match."

"Well, the first two rounds were too easy, not much of a challenge. For the third round, we definitely need to pick something tricky."

Wang Xuande saw that it would not be easy to defeat the young man in front of him. He could only hope to rely on his many years of experience as a doctor, so he chose difficult and complex medical cases as the competition topic.

"Sure."

Ye Bufan nodded without hesitation.

Wang Xuande turned his head to look at the crowd: "Everyone, if you think you have a difficult problem, please stand up, and this old man will give you a free diagnosis."

"I've come, doctor. I have a complex case."

As they were speaking, a young man of about 20 years old walked out from the crowd with his hands raised. He was wearing a white shirt on top, shorts on the bottom, and slippers on his feet.

He looked relaxed and casual, but his face was etched with pain.

Behind him followed a middle-aged man with a big beard, who probably was the young man's father.

Wang Xande glanced at him: "Alright, you can let go now. Slowly tell me what's wrong with you."y.Three people came to their senses and glanced at each other, ready to have their subordinates make a move and sell Tian Qiong's favor as the Medicine Saint, but a loud shout rang in their ears."Heav...