Chapter 135: This, Is Traditional Chinese Medicine

"Little brother, keep going. Let’s see what other methods you have besides massage. Don’t stop, keep at it." Qin Tian gestured for Wu Hairong to continue.

Wu Hairong’s face turned ghastly. He silently cursed his own loose tongue for rushing to claim credit; now he was backed into a corner and couldn't step down.

"Dr. Wu, why isn't it working?" Ji Debai’s companion asked.

"Perhaps... perhaps your strength is insufficient," Wu Hairong bluffed.

"Is that so?" The companion wondered aloud, then applied more force.

"Ah!" This press made Ji Debai jump up in agony. His waist spasms hadn't even subsided, and now his cervical spine was nearly snapped by his own companion!

"Old Bai..." his companion panicked.

"Stay back! Don't touch me again!" Ji Debai groaned in immense pain. "It was him! That little miracle doctor fixed me just now! Little miracle doctor, please, pat me again!"

The crowd was stunned. Did Qin Tian really fix him? How could that be?

"Alright, move aside," Qin Tian said, pushing Wu Hairong away.

Qin Tian patted Ji Debai’s shoulder, and the pain in his waist instantly vanished. Then, he patted the base of Ji Debai’s neck, and the sharp pain caused by his companion disappeared as well.

"It’s gone! The pain is gone!" Ji Debai’s eyes widened. Not only was his waist fine, but the pain in his neck had vanished too.

Qin Tian smiled, discreetly hiding the silver needle he had been concealing between his fingers. Patting him twice to cure the ailment? Of course, it wasn't that magical—it was acupuncture.

"What kind of technique is this?" The surrounding onlookers were shocked; it was their first time seeing a medical treatment performed this way. Had they not seen the confrontation between Qin Tian and Ji Debai at the door, they would have assumed this was a staged performance meant to highlight Qin Tian’s medical skills.

"In the future, don't look down on other fields so easily. Existence is rational; nothing exists without a reason," Qin Tian said. "Traditional Chinese Medicine has survived for thousands of years; it naturally has its unique merits. I admit that in certain aspects, Western medicine is indeed more advanced, but one must never forget the wisdom of our ancestors. As for you lot? I no longer expect you to carry on the legacy. I only hope that from my generation onward, we can pass down these national treasures."

"Therefore, I wish to make a solemn vow here."

"To anyone who aspires to the art of medicine, regardless of who they are, I am willing to teach them everything I know!" Qin Tian declared solemnly.

His words resonated like a thunderclap in the ears of the doctors present.

"Excellent!" Sun Simin was filled with excitement, his blood boiling. Qin Tian was such an idealistic and ambitious young man! It was a great fortune for the Chinese medical community to have someone like him.

Wu Hairong’s expression was sour, and Ji Debai hung his head in shame, realizing he lacked the magnanimity of Qin Tian.

"How ridiculous! What is there to learn from Chinese medicine? Who would want to learn it?" Just then, a scoff came from nearby, spoken by a blond foreigner with a large nose and broken Chinese.

"That is 'The Gut-Ripper' Jess, a world-renowned medical expert. Countless lives have been saved by his hands," Sun Simin whispered. "His status abroad is equivalent to mine here—he’s top-tier." Even Sun Simin gave a thumbs-up, indicating the man was indeed capable. But no matter how skilled he was, looking down on Chinese medicine was wrong.

"Your medicine is bitter and foul-tasting, takes forever to brew, and acts slowly," Jess said arrogantly. "How much better is Western medicine? One pill, and it works immediately! What you can't cure, we can. What we can't cure, you certainly can't! We are about to develop surgical robots; no matter how critical the patient, one lie-down on the table and they’ll be saved." He stood tall, acting as if he were the master of the world.

"Is that so? Western medicine is truly amazing. Then let me ask you: what happens when the power goes out?" Qin Tian asked coolly. Western medicine had many limitations; if power failed during a major surgery, the patient's mortality rate would be ninety-nine percent.

"Impossible! We have independent power sources. We will never lose power!" Jess retorted.

"Fine. Let me ask you again: without a stethoscope or imaging scans, can you diagnose the cause of an illness? Can you devise a treatment plan?" Qin Tian continued.

"Of course. Most conditions can be seen at a glance," Jess said proudly. He had seen countless patients and could usually spot their ailments instantly.

"Then do you know the extent of their condition and what dosage of medicine is required?" Qin Tian pressed.

"An X-ray or a lab test would reveal everything," Jess shrugged.

"And what if there are no scanners or lab equipment?" Qin Tian asked. "If there were a patient right here, could you provide immediate aid without the assistance of any instruments?"

Jess fell silent for the first time. Without equipment? He dared not guarantee he could provide treatment. Many patients relied entirely on machines to stay alive during emergencies.

"There is a patient right here," Qin Tian said calmly. "If nothing goes wrong, their condition will flare up in a moment."

The crowd erupted in a buzz of confusion. A patient? Who?

"Can you tell who the patient is?" Qin Tian asked with a smile. Jess frowned, scanning the room, but found nothing unusual about anyone.

"Are you playing tricks to fool people?" Jess sneered.

"Whether I am or not, you will see soon enough. It seems you cannot identify the patient," Qin Tian shrugged.

"Hmph! There is no patient here!" Jess scoffed.

"Ten!"

"Nine!"

Qin Tian narrowed his eyes and began counting down. Looking at the man’s complexion, he was reaching his limit, though the man himself didn't realize it.

"Chinese medicine values 'observation, listening, questioning, and pulse-taking.' You lost at the very first step. If you cannot even 'observe,' how can you talk about saving lives?" Qin Tian shook his head. While he didn't entirely dismiss Western medicine—some doctors could spot issues on the surface—they were the exception. Yet, "observation" was a cornerstone of Chinese medicine.

"One!"

"Old sir, let me steady you," Qin Tian said, walking over to an elderly man in black as he finished the count.

"Why are you helping me? I..." The old man was confused, but halfway through his sentence, he suddenly struggled to breathe. He clutched his throat, gasping for air, but his breaths were shallow and irregular.

The crowd’s eyes widened. A patient had actually collapsed!

"Do you see? This is the power of Chinese medicine! By observing, one can discern the patient's condition!" Qin Tian said with pride.