Strongest Medical Saint

Chapter 222 Shameless

Three Dragon Acupuncture Technique!

Though it was a rather ordinary technique from the Immortal Realm, it was more than enough to treat Cripple Hu's right leg.

The three golden dragon illusions covering Cripple Hu's knee were slowly fading away.

Shen Feng then pulled out the silver needles one by one.

Cripple Hu felt no pain in his knee anymore, and he couldn't help but bend it.

He could move it!

Suppressing the excitement in his heart, he stood up from the chair.

Miao Bohou and the others watched Cripple Hu without blinking, and after two seconds, they were all dumbstruck.@@@@

Cripple Hu tried to take a few steps and his leg was no longer limping.

The treatment seemed to have taken less than five minutes, right? Shen Feng had said five minutes would suffice, which was already being modest!

Was Cripple Hu's right leg really healed that simply? One must know his right leg had indeed been difficult to treat, otherwise, he wouldn't have been struggling until now. The only explanation was that Shen Feng's medical skills were astonishing!

Any dissatisfaction in Miao Bohou's heart was wiped clean. His eyes sparkled with excitement, and he thought back to the acupuncture technique Shen Feng had just performed—it was a feast for the eyes!

They say that Chinese medicine requires gradual progress, which was what Miao Bohou believed as well, but Shen Feng completely overturned his thoughts.

In such a short time, to have perfectly healed Cripple Hu's right leg, Western medicine was incredibly weak compared to Shen Feng's Chinese medicine—not by just a little bit.

This time, the Chinese Medicine Community in Huaxia Country really had hope. With a miraculous doctor like Shen Feng, whose medical skills were extraordinary, why wouldn't Chinese medicine flourish in Huaxia?

Chen Jishun, standing next to Miao Bohou, was filled with joy and surprise. As the current dean of Tianhai Traditional Chinese Medicine Institute, he felt anxious watching his school decline year after year.

In Huaxia Country, Chinese medicine was being so pressured by Western medicine that it was running out of breath, and now there was an urgent need to invigorate the Chinese medicine community.

Cripple Hu felt even more remorseful and said, "Little girl, I'm sorry. I won't insist on my own rules anymore."

Tang Kexin could feel Cripple Hu's sincere apology and said, "Elder Hu, it's all in the past now."

Cripple Hu repeatedly tried to kneel in apology but was continually held back by Tang Kexin. He could only turn to look at Shen Feng again, saying, "Thank you, master, for healing my leg."

"The skilled one should be the teacher. As I said before, I want to take you as my master, and you must accept me," he persisted.

This time, Cripple Hu stepped back two steps before kneeling swiftly before Shen Feng with a "thump," without any hesitation.

The old man's condition had improved, making it easier for him to kneel.

Shen Feng looked at Cripple Hu and said, "Alright, you've made your apology, so let's not bring up the matter of becoming my disciple again."

However, Cripple Hu played the rogue, shamelessly saying, "Master, I'm a man who keeps his word. Regardless of whether you accept me, you are now my master."

This was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity!

Considering Shen Feng's incredibly skilled control of needles with qi and his unbelievable acupuncture techniques, his medical skills were undeniably the best in Huaxia Country, perhaps even in the world.

What does it matter that Shen Feng is a bit younger?

To Cripple Hu, if someone's medical skills are strong enough, there's no shame in acknowledging them as a master! He felt that his own medical prowess had reached a bottleneck, and it was extremely difficult to advance further.

Thus, when it was time to set aside pride, he did so without hesitation, or else the opportunity would certainly slip through his fingers.

The students in the classroom watched Cripple Hu kneel down, their entire worldview shattered. This old man had always been extremely strict with them, berating anyone who dared to speak out of turn during class. And now, he was throwing a tantrum?

Shen Feng didn't know what to do with the stubborn old man. Could he really tape his mouth shut? Discover hidden stories at My Virtual Library Empire

Let the old man call him whatever he pleased! After all, he did not intend to acknowledge having such a disciple.

"How long do you plan to kneel? Don't you want to continue teaching the class?" asked Shen Feng.