Initially, both Western and Traditional Chinese Medicine (TCM) practitioners held low expectations for Li Se. However, a hint of doubt now surfaced: Li Se’s medical skills might be exceptionally profound, otherwise, these top tycoons wouldn't hold him in such high regard.
At this moment, Rowling also began to appraise Li Se. He indeed looked quite handsome, but was ultimately too young. She absolutely refused to believe that someone of his age could achieve anything significant in TCM. While it was plausible for Western medicine, TCM was entirely out of the question. Perhaps he merely knew them.
“Younger Brother Li, I didn’t expect you to be here.”
Just then, another voice chimed in. It was Old Man Wei the Third, accompanied by Wei Xueru, as expected.
Wei Xueru’s gaze immediately fell upon Huang Shanshan beside Li Se, a hint of hostility flashing in her eyes. It was natural for beauties to feel a sense of rivalry towards each other.
“Old Man Wei!” Li Se greeted with great respect.
“Younger Brother Li, with you here, we are absolutely guaranteed to win,” Old Man Wei the Third declared with a hearty laugh.
Rowling frowned slightly upon hearing this. She couldn’t fathom why these individuals were so confident in Li Se. How could someone his age possibly have made advancements in TCM? She turned to Charles beside her and inquired, “Do you know this young man?”
“He’s just a young man who knows a little about medicine,” Charles replied with disdain. Of course, he couldn’t let the association members know that he had been defeated by Li Se in a medical contest.
Rowling furrowed her brow slightly. Despite Charles’s words, she couldn’t help but pay more attention to Li Se.
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Footsteps echoed once more. Mayor Ding and his entourage had arrived, accompanied by several Qingyun City officials. Their appearance caused everyone present to rise to their feet.
“Mayor Ding!”
“Mayor Ding!”
“…”
All greeted him respectfully.
Mayor Ding’s first reaction was to approach Li Se and clap him on the shoulder, saying, “I have high hopes for you.”
“Thank you, Mayor Ding,” Li Se replied with a smile.
Rowling was again astonished. Even the mayor held such high hopes for this young man?
After exchanging greetings with Elder Huang and the others, Mayor Ding turned to Rowling and her group, saying with a smile, “Welcome to Qingyun City.”
Cheng Wenhan was already dumbfounded. He now realized Li Se’s extraordinary nature. So many top tycoons, and even the mayor of the city, were highly optimistic about him. Could this fellow’s medical skills truly be that remarkable? But even if they were, what of it? Modern TCM was destined to be incomparable to Western medicine.
The Sino-Western medical confrontation was about to begin.
Rowling briefly explained the rules of the duel: they had prepared three patients, and whoever could effectively cure these three patients would be declared the winner.
“Of course, for fairness, these three patients were chosen by your TCM Association; we have had no prior contact with them,” Rowling stated with great confidence. This was because, with the current level of Western medicine, there were few diseases that could not be treated. Even if these patients had been studied beforehand by TCM practitioners, she was not worried at all. With the current standard of the Medical Association, as long as a diagnosis was confirmed, a complete treatment plan would be immediately available.
Soon, the first patient was wheeled out. This patient was sitting in a wheelchair, looking relatively well, but his legs appeared immobile.
“Would you like to go first?” Rowling asked Li Se.
Li Se made a gesture of invitation: “Please, you go first.”
Rowling cut to the chase and began examining the patient with her team. Western medical examinations required the assistance of medical equipment for more precise diagnosis of the problem. After a series of standard examination procedures,
a diagnosis was quickly reached!
“Nerve necrosis!”
“Blood and qi blockage.”
“These legs are beyond repair.”
After deliberation by their Medical Association, a treatment plan was swiftly formulated.
Rowling smiled and said, “We can allow this patient to stand up again.”
“Really?” the patient asked excitedly. His legs had been incapacitated for many years. He had signed up for this competition upon seeing the Sino-Western medical duel, intending to try his luck. He hadn't expected success! Most importantly, this treatment would be entirely free!
“Of course!” Rowling declared proudly. “However, amputation will be necessary, followed by the fitting of a prosthesis. Don't assume prosthetics are inconvenient; current technology can make them indistinguishable from real limbs. Furthermore, these are specialized prosthetics developed by our Medical Association, designed to last fifty years with a single fitting!”
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Don't assume amputation signifies the inferiority of Western medicine. On the contrary, after amputation, it can still enable a person to stand. This is the marvel of Western medicine!
Western medicine is inseparable from science. After amputation and fitting a prosthesis, this is something TCM cannot achieve, but Western medicine can.
“Western medicine is indeed impressive, they can even use prosthetics.”
“These legs are completely useless; it’s impossible for them to stand, yet Western medicine can allow the patient to stand again.”
“TCM is likely to lose this round.”
“…”
The crowd buzzed with discussion.
The TCM practitioners, however, wore grim expressions. They had also heard the Medical Association’s diagnosis. Amputation and prosthesis fitting was indeed the best option. TCM would only be able to treat such legs through gradual conditioning, which would be a lengthy process. Crucially, even after ten or twenty years of treatment, there was no guarantee of regaining the ability to stand.
Although TCM had not yet begun its diagnosis, it was practically a foregone conclusion that they would lose.
Elder Huang and Hua De’s faces were visibly troubled. Clearly, they also acknowledged that the Western medical treatment plan was the best.
“Amputation?” However, at this moment, Li Se’s voice rang out. He looked at Rowling and her team and said, “In other words, you have no way to treat these legs, correct?”
Rowling frowned. “These legs are completely useless. The nerves are completely necrotic, and there is no sensation. This means these legs are completely dead. And dead things, of course, cannot be treated. Amputation is the best option, and with a prosthesis, one can still move around.”
“That only proves one thing: Western medicine is ultimately inferior to TCM,” Li Se stated confidently.
“Are you implying you can treat it?” Rowling asked, displeased. Their diagnosis could not be wrong, and it was an untreatable condition. For Li Se to claim otherwise, she considered it pure boasting.
Li Se did not answer Rowling’s question but turned to Elder Huang and Elder Hua, asking, “Elder Huang, Elder Hua, would you like to examine the patient?”
Both elders nodded and proceeded to examine the patient’s legs. Ultimately, they reached the same conclusion as Rowling.
“Elder Huang, Elder Hua, you should be aware of the Nine Heavenly Needles, shouldn't you?” Li Se could discern the problem with the legs at a glance, which was the reason for his immense confidence.
“The upper three needles bring life, the middle three bring death, and the lower three mend flesh and bone, defying fate!” Hua De’s expression shifted slightly.
Several TCM practitioners behind them also looked greatly alarmed. They were all studying TCM, so how could they not know of the Nine Heavenly Needles?
Elder Huang’s spirits soared. “Younger Brother Li, can you restore these legs?”
Li Se replied with unwavering confidence, “Yes!”