Strongest Medical Saint

Chapter 255 Monopolizing the Spotlight

Zhao Angu and his colleagues brought two cases of silver needles to Shen Feng's side.

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Shen Feng looked at the dozen or so injured people around him and asked, "Who among you is willing to receive my treatment?"

The injured looked at each other, hesitant. Their injuries were not life-threatening, and facing such a young doctor as Shen Feng, they inevitably harbored doubts.

The plump man who had just made his disapproval obvious was particularly infuriated by this young doctor's audacity, paying him no mind, his chubby cheeks angrily quivering. He was a leader of sorts in his own right and couldn't help but let out a snort, "Kid, stop causing trouble here. Look at yourself! Who would dare entrust their life to a doctor who hasn't even grown a full beard?"

Among the injured, there was a little girl about ten years old with a severe fracture in her right arm and a bloody wound on her face. Still, these injuries were not life-threatening.

The middle-aged man hugging her was more seriously injured; the bones in both of his legs were completely broken.

He was the girl's father, who had done everything he could to protect his daughter during the accident, resulting in the complete break of both his leg bones.

Yet, even so, he hadn't been able to fully protect his daughter. Seeing the wound on her face, so significant for a young girl, he worried about her future as she grew up, never even considering what to do about his own broken legs.@@@@

Still a bit shell-shocked, the girl with clear eyes looked at Shen Feng. At around ten years of age, her thoughts were naturally simple. Knowing that the brother before her was a doctor, she bravely shouted, "Doctor brother, can you make my dad stand up right now?"

Shen Feng said calmly, "Yes."

The little girl immediately cheered in excitement. Even in such a situation, she was not just thinking of herself; the first person she thought of was her father. With an excited face, she said, "Doctor brother, please treat my dad first."

Shen Feng simply said, "Just sit still where you are and don't move around, and roll up your dad's trouser legs."

Zhao Angu and the others had already placed the two cases of silver needles on the ground. Shen Feng opened one case and took out boxes of silver needles one by one.

All eyes at the scene were drawn to Shen Feng as he took out box after box of silver needles. Everyone was guessing what he planned to do.

Even Wan Enrong and Wu Yishu, pillars of the Chinese Medicine Community today, thought it a complete waste of time. Did this young man have any real skills at all?

Luo Tenghai, a practitioner of Western medicine, spoke up again, "You plan to treat bone fractures with acupuncture and say it can be done right away? Don't think everyone here is a three-year-old child."

Qiu Baixing, Miao Bohou, Tang Kexin, and Guo Liqiang, though unsure of Shen Feng's intentions, still instinctively chose to believe in him.

Qin Ruiyuan, not far away, watched silently, his anger toward Shen Feng beyond words. He saw his own repeated embarrassments as interconnected with Shen Feng, blaming everything on him.

Many in the crowd wore expressions as if they were seeing a ghost.

When the wounds on the little girl's face had completely healed, and she could move her right arm again, the light radiating from her arm and face also vanished.

This was the Seven-Colored Seven-Element Needle Technique.

The complete technique had seven different arrangements, each producing seven different colored phenomena. Of course, there were also seven different healing effects.

The little girl, rather naive, twisted her arm and then looked at the middle-aged man beside her. She started hopping and smiling, "Daddy, daddy, my arm doesn't hurt anymore, and you really stood up."

"Doctor brother didn't lie to me, doctor brother is so amazing! When I went to the hospital, they used to give me injections, and it always hurt so much, but doctor brother's needles don't hurt at all when they prick my skin."

Upon seeing this spectacle, the other injured people around couldn't hesitate anymore. Getting treatment for a bone fracture in a hospital, one wouldn't know how long they'd have to recuperate at home. Yet here was a divine doctor who could make a person with broken leg bones stand up straight from the ground? If they hadn't witnessed it with their own eyes, they would never believe such a far-fetched tale.

"Divine doctor, please treat me."

"Divine doctor, I was doubtful of you just now, and I really shouldn't have been. Please don't take offense at a coarse person like me."

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Regarding the requests of the surrounding injured people,

Shen Feng had no interest in wasting words. He picked up another box of silver needles. A young man with a fractured shoulder exposed his injury immediately, while the others also got ready for treatment.

Shen Feng continued to pick up box after box of silver needles.

Needles swiftly passed through the air, overwhelming onlookers; treating over a dozen people at once with silver needles was simply unheard of and unseen before.

The silver needles danced through the air, this was not so much a treatment as a performance of an art form. It could be described as a feast for the eyes!

Everyone present stood agape, as if frozen in that moment, unable to move a muscle.

When did Chinese medicine become so badass?

Could this still be considered within the realm of medical practice?

What does it mean to stand out from the crowd? Shen Feng had now perfectly embodied the meaning of this idiom.