CHAPTER 1355: CHAPTER 1389: WHY HASN’T LIN ZIFENG APPEARED YET?

"Divine Needle King, could you please answer our questions? In the field of Chinese medicine, you are considered a monumental figure, and the future of the Martial Arts depends on the disciples you nurture. But we ordinary people are more eager to know what kind of exceptional person your successor truly is, as we represent the questions of others as well."

"Yes, this question is very important. The way you’ve described your successor, Divine Needle King, it appears you have placed all your expectations on them. Why not give us a big revelation?"

"Indeed, today you must talk about your successor. Whether our Martial Arts can flourish depends on the health of our people. This responsibility rests on everyone in the Chinese medicine community. How can the medical knowledge our Great China ancestors left us fall into decline?"

"..."

The intense discussions almost pushed Wang Chongyang to the climax of public scrutiny.

Wang Chongyang is now entirely unable to defend himself. With Lin Zifeng still not appearing, he simply doesn’t have the courage to make a statement to everyone.

If he praises Lin Zifeng highly today, and all their expectations are shattered, then the reputation of their Divine Needle King will not be far from crumbling.

"Um... I’m not in a position to answer right now." Wang Chongyang felt his face burning with embarrassment. Hundreds of curious eyes were upon him, inexplicably giving him the illusion that he was being stared at by hundreds of mocking gazes.

"Why!?"

"Could it be that your successor, Divine Needle King, is merely a figment, a person who doesn’t actually exist?"

"Yes! Are you deceiving everyone, Divine Needle King? Such a significant matter coming from your mouth, a member of a prestigious family, are you merely spinning a big lie for the sake of face to deceive everyone?"

"You are a pivotal figure in Chinese medicine, an authority in the field. Are your words this unconsidered?"

"..."

Instantly, the sharp-tongued reporters around nearly criticized Wang Chongyang to speechlessness.

Their words became increasingly malicious, and if it continued like this, it was bound to escalate to personal attacks.

The notable figures from both the East and West present were also there for that so-called ’Skin Touching Technique’ successor, but were met with this result, and one by one began to point fingers at Wang Chongyang.

Wang Xiaomin, seeing the situation turning unfavorable, stepped forward to hold her father’s hand, standing out and shouting, "Everyone, please quiet down! Quiet down!"

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"Everyone, I know you all anticipate the appearance of our Divine Needle Sect successor. But today, I must convey some unfortunate news. That successor was involved in a car accident this morning, resulting in an injury to half of his face. It’s probably due to concerns about appearance that he doesn’t want to appear now and give a bad impression. But I can assure you, if you are interested, you are welcome to visit our Divine Needle Sect in Zhonghai two months from now to find out more!"

"Yeah right... Such melodramatic events do happen. Why not say he ate something this morning, had diarrhea, and died in the toilet?"

"Yeah, why not make up a reason that he died last night of exhaustion on some green tea bimbo’s belly?"

"Hahaha..."

The bottom already felt chaotic, and Wang Xiaomin’s words did not convince anyone, leading to laughter erupting from the audience.

Though the words were crude, they were not without reason.

"Quiet! Quiet!"

Gu Yimeng knew it was time for him to step forward and earn favor with Wang Xiaomin.

"I know everyone finds it hard to believe this reason, but I think the members of Divine Needle Sect have no need to deceive everyone. After all, Divine Needle Sect is one of the four major Chinese Medicine Families within the Martial Arts community. Since they’ve spoken, why can’t we extend a bit more trust?"

Gu Yimeng’s eyes were as sharp as arrows, surveying every face in attendance, speaking confidently: "The primary reason Chinese medicine can’t achieve its full potential undoubtedly lies in the issue of trust. When a patient begins to question the doctor’s medical skills and treatment standards, failing to reach a consensus between doctor and patient puts immense pressure on the doctor and brings unbearable pain to the patient."

At this, everyone began to quiet down.

Wang Chongyang looked on in amazement at Gu Yimeng’s performance.

"Our traditional Chinese medicine emphasizes heritage, but more importantly, it relies on the trust and support from patients. Without even the basic trust, how could you dare entrust your body to us for treatment? If you dare not give us your body, how could we recklessly treat you without your consent? Trust, to be blunt, means entrusting your life to the doctor, and in return, the doctor gives you encouragement and trust. If we can achieve mutual trust, wouldn’t the so-called patient problems be resolved?

Because everyone holds a tentative attitude towards Chinese medicine, only seeking it when Western medicine fails, assuming a dead horse as a living one for Chinese medicine is not trust, is it? Today! Divine Needle Sect’s successor faced such a significant incident, perhaps the car accident was real, but instead of understanding, it results in suspicion and accusations from everyone. Ask yourselves, doesn’t it break your heart? Doctors are also human beings, and their existence is to save lives. More trust, mutual understanding, and I believe our Chinese medicine will certainly flourish in the future! Restore the divine power of our Zhonghua!"

"Wow..."

"Applause..."

Instantly, everyone was ignited by Gu Yimeng’s speech, and the whole venue was abuzz with excitement.

Gu Yimeng nodded silently, very satisfied with the effect achieved. He turned to glance deeply at Wang Xiaomin.

At that moment, Wang Xiaomin was truly grateful to him.

"Alright! Since the successor of Divine Needle Sect had an accident, the Medicine King Hall competition will continue as planned. Now let’s invite our Holy Hand He Chunqiu to personally lead his disciples to challenge the disciples of Broken Pulse King, Zhang Sanfeng!"

Without any unnecessary frills, Medicine King Gu Tianjiao immediately steered the topic directly to the point.

"Hmph, Chinese medicine? You really think touching pulses and feeling with hands can genuinely heal patients? Without our Western medicine, how would you handle those surgery dilemmas? Even childbirth is done through C-sections now; could you truly deliver babies just by taking medicine and feeling pulses without Western medicine? This is nothing but a bizarre group of people with an overloaded imagination showing off!"

In the audience, a group of Western medicine luminaries were also idly present, attending the once-in-a-decade Medicine King Hall competition.

They were all monumental figures in the UK medical field, with several medical authorities among them.

As the grand event drew together all four major Chinese Medicine Families in the Martial Arts community, how could those Western medicine practitioners not be present?