Chapter 403: The Second Round of Medical Skills Exchange

As one of the Hidden Sects, the "Ghost Doctor Valley" boasts a thousand-year legacy of Ancient Martial arts and medical skills, extensive and profound. However, according to Nangong Ming’s knowledge, among the acupuncture techniques passed down within his sect, there was not a single one that could compare with the technique used by Wang Miaomiao.What Nangong Ming was most worried about now was that if Wang Miaomiao had held back during her previous treatment, she would undoubtedly become a formidable opponent.

Before the medical skill competition, Nangong Ming was brimming with confidence, believing no one could challenge him and that the first place was rightfully his, but now his confidence was slightly shaken.

Nangong Ming had already promised the Sect Leader of the Ghost Doctor Sect, Sikong Lieyang, that he would help the sect claim first place in the medical skill competition. If he lost to Wang Miaomiao, he would face immense embarrassment.

For the esteemed core disciple of a Hidden Sect to lose in medical skills to a mere disciple from the secular Ancient Medicine Sect was something Nangong Ming could not accept.

To prevent this from happening, Nangong Ming had already decided that if he found Wang Miaomiao to be a threat to his claim of first place, he would stop at nothing to cause her trouble and ensure she couldn’t participate in the final round.

His intent to kill, though well-masked on the surface, couldn’t help but let some of the Killing Qi leak out, which Fang Bai sensed once again from his seat in the VIP area.

Fang Bai glanced at Nangong Ming, a trace of chill sweeping across the depths of his eyes.

Fang Bai and Wang Miaomiao weren’t master and disciple, but they shared such a bond. If Nangong Ming dared to make any move against her, Fang Bai wouldn’t care whether he was from the Hidden Sect or not; he would take him down just the same.

Fang Bai was also extremely protective, his friends and family being his Achilles’ heel; harm them and you’d have bad luck.

The first round of the medical skill competition was relatively the simplest, with patients’ conditions becoming increasingly complicated and treatment difficulties escalating in the subsequent rounds.

The twelve patients who came on stage for the second round all suffered from spinal problems.

The most common types of spinal issues are cervical and lumbar spine diseases, with primary symptoms including inability to stand straight, headaches, dizziness, blurred vision, memory loss, neck and shoulder pain, loss of appetite, nausea, vomiting, and weakness in the lower limbs, among others.

In more severe cases, it could even lead to paralysis.

For ordinary doctors, there is no definitive cure for spinal diseases—they can only resort to medication and methods such as acupuncture and massage to provide relief.

However, for disciples of the Ancient Medicine Sect with a heritage of ancient medical knowledge, spinal diseases are curable; it is merely a matter of how long the treatment takes.

When Fang Bai heard Wen Yu announce that the second round of the medical competition would involve treating spinal diseases, he couldn’t help but smile slightly, while Wang Miaomiao, standing on the podium, also visibly relaxed.

Fang Bai, having interned in the acupuncture and massage department of Yanjing Hospital, dealt most frequently with patients suffering from spinal diseases, and his experience in treating such conditions was unrivaled.

Furthermore, among the medical knowledge previously imparted to Wang Miaomiao, the art of acupuncture and massage was a focal point of Fang Bai’s teachings, especially the "Emperor’s Ten Needles." Once the technique was perfected to the point of absolute mastery and with the aid of True Yuan, it could truly cure hundreds of diseases.

For the physicians of the Ancient Medicine Sect, the art of acupuncture and massage could be said to be the best method for treating spinal diseases. Therefore, in this round of the medical competition, Wang Miaomiao’s advancement was without a doubt.

In the interest of fairness and impartiality, the disease to be treated in each round of the competition section was decided in advance by a consensus among ten judges and only announced just before the round began. This maximized the prevention of cheating, relying completely on the spontaneous performance of the competing Ancient Medicine Sect disciples.

Twelve patients with spinal diseases, mostly elderly, had severe conditions. Without assistance, they found it difficult to stand and walk upright.

At that moment, each of them was lying prone on a massage table, and they were wheeled onto the stage by the hospital nurses.

Before being brought here, the twelve patients had just undergone a comprehensive and detailed examination, proving that their conditions were roughly the same.

After Wen Yu announced that the second round of medical skill competition had officially started, twelve disciples of the Ancient Medicine Sect took out their needle boxes. Then, holding their breath and concentrating their True Yuan to the tips of their fingers, they pinched up the silver needles and inserted them into the corresponding meridian acupoints of the patients with unique techniques, beginning the treatment.

The condition for advancing in the second round of the medical skill competition was to significantly reduce the symptoms within half an hour and enable the patients to walk independently for more than one hundred meters. New ɴᴏᴠᴇʟ ᴄhapters are published on NovᴇlFirᴇ.ɴet

If these two conditions were not met within half an hour, the contestant would be eliminated.

Treating spinal diseases is a global challenge; even the most skilled doctors cannot cure it instantly but rather need a lengthy process of treatment and care.

To achieve significant therapeutic effects within half an hour was very difficult, therefore, when Wen Yu announced the diseases to be treated in the second round of the competition, at least half of the disciples from the Ancient Medicine Sect showed a change in their facial expressions, obviously unsure of themselves.

Even Nangong Ming put away his usual arrogant and disdainful attitude, becoming extremely cautious.

Nangong Ming’s patient was an elderly man over sixty years old, lying on the massage table, continuously groaning, indicating his distress.

"Doctor, I feel very dizzy right now, like the world is spinning around me, I’m so uncomfortable I want to vomit... please help me..."

As Nangong Ming approached with the silver needles in hand, the elderly man weakly pleaded.

The old man’s cervical spine problem was very serious. He had been hospitalized a couple of days ago due to dizziness and falls. He had undergone acupuncture, massage, and various physical therapies without any improvement. Upon hearing about the free treatment from a renowned doctor here, he didn’t hesitate to come.

Nangong Ming ignored the elderly man’s pleas, standing behind him with an expressionless face. He took out one silver needle after another from the needle box, his hands moving swiftly like lightning, inserting several needles into the vital meridian points around the neck, then gently twisting and lifting them.

Nangong Ming’s needle technique was marvelous, and his application was fluid and graceful, a sight to behold. Some of the acupuncture experts in the audience couldn’t help but marvel and feel inferior.

Even Hua Tianhe, known as the "First Person of Acupuncture in Huaxia," watched with shining eyes, secretly lamenting that the new waves of the Yangtze River push the old waves, and that he was indeed getting old.

Since Nangong Ming appeared at this "World Traditional Chinese Medicine Conference," he had been shrouded in mystery, attracting the attention of many guests.

Earlier, during the first round of medical skill competition, Nangong Ming had shown a small sampling of his medical expertise, which had already impressed many guests, but now, with his needle techniques on display, he astonished everyone. Any guest who understood the profoundness of his technique was utterly convinced.

"Such an outstanding disciple could never have been trained by the ’Ghost Doctor Sect.’ Who exactly is this Nangong Ming? Could he really be from the legendary Hidden Sect?"

The very thought of the "Hidden Sect" made Hua Tianhe’s heart sink continuously.