544: Chapter 544: Cool and Handsome to the Extreme 544: Chapter 544: Cool and Handsome to the Extreme “Don’t just talk the talk, practice what you preach.
Anyone can boast.
If you’re so capable, cure the old man first, then you can spout all the grandiose claims you want.
Don’t think that just because you’re the captain of the Traditional Chinese Medicine team, you can give orders and point fingers here.
Show us your true abilities; I detest those who talk big,” Fang Zhendong said with a dissatisfied expression.
Tangyu glanced at Fang Zhendong, and with a slight lift at the corner of his mouth, he said, “Since I’ve stepped forward, of course I will act.
If it were just for me, I wouldn’t act rashly.
However, this time, it’s not for me alone; it’s for Traditional Chinese Medicine in our Huaxia Country.
Ye Mai and Ma Qiyu are members of our team, and their actions now represent Traditional Chinese Medicine in Huaxia.
As the captain, I must step forward.”
Although Ye Mai and Ma Qiyu were not very keen to hear this, upon reflection, they could not deny the logic.
Right now, they truly represented the entire Traditional Chinese Medicine community of Huaxia, and if this incident were reported, it would certainly cause quite a stir.
If the old man were not completely cured, that would surely become a topic for others to seize upon, and if exploited by those with ulterior motives, the consequences would be unimaginable.
Moreover, it was a critical time, with an imminent, intense collision between traditional and Western medicine.
If something happened at this moment, the impact would be unprecedented.
At first, the two had not thought of this, but after hearing Tangyu’s words, their discomfort turned into a cold sweat.
“Old man, please take off all your upper clothing,” Tangyu instructed.
The old man looked at Tangyu and then nodded, saying, “Alright, thank you, young man.” Quickly, the old man took off all his shirts.
Having had some of the poison extracted by Ma Qiyu’s cupping, the old man’s body did not look as fierce and dreadful as before.
Tangyu’s expression became serious, and his fingers briskly tapped down on the old man’s body.
His actions caused everyone to look on with puzzled expressions.
What’s this all about?
It appeared similar to the healing methods of martial arts masters in TV shows—was this a way to treat illness?
Ye Mai and Ma Qiyu were also staring at Tangyu with an odd and baffled expression, as such methods were unheard of to them.
At first, they believed Tangyu would use acupuncture, combined with pharmacology.
But these methods were entirely beyond their expectations, and the two were completely baffled, unable to understand.
However, they both noticed that every time Tangyu’s finger touched down, it landed precisely on one of the old man’s vital acupoints.
“Could he be using his fingers to replace silver needles?
How is that possible?” The thought boldly surfaced in their minds.
“What nonsense, pretending to be a martial arts master; ridiculous,” Fang Zhendong scoffed, disdainfully smiling.
Even he, who did not study medicine, knew that Traditional Chinese Medicine did not include such practices.
However, miracles always surprise the unprepared.
Soon, Ye Mai and Ma Qiyu’s faces revealed a trace of astonishment, for they saw toxins seeping from the pores of the old man’s body.
In a short time, the old man became filthy, as if covered in sludge.
Tangyu’s movements continued, and Ye Mai and Ma Qiyu rubbed their eyes.
For a moment, they even thought they saw beams of light emitting from Tangyu’s fingertips, a truly extraordinary sight.
But at a second glance, it was gone.
The treatment process lasted for a good ten minutes before Tangyu finally stopped, a bead of sweat forming on his forehead.
Lin Feifei walked over, holding a piece of tissue to wipe the sweat from Tangyu’s brow.
“Go fetch a basin of warm water,” Tangyu said to one of the shop’s assistants, who quickly returned with a basin of warm water.
Tangyu took it, motioning for everyone to step back, then poured the entire basin over the old man.
The old man was immediately cleansed, his renewed face appearing before everyone.
“What—”
“How— How is this possible??”
Everyone stared with wide eyes, incredulous as they looked at the old man.
Ye Mai and Ma Qiyu stood there, somewhat dumbfounded, with disbelief written in their eyes.
Fang Zhendong was even more stunned, his gaze at Tangyu taking on a strange and complex cast.
The old man now appeared before everyone just like any normal person, with no sign of the previous swelling, completely without a trace of sickness.
Clearly, the toxins in his body had been fully expelled.
“Grandpa, you’re alright, you’re really alright, that’s wonderful, truly wonderful,” the granddaughter said, overwhelmed with emotion.
“Yes, we won!
That’s amazing!” Zhao Yaya exclaimed excitedly, though her timing was a bit out of place.
“Wow, so cool, so awesome.
I should’ve learned medicine from the master,” Fang Yishui said, her eyes dreamily fixed on Tangyu, as his idol-like image grew even more impressive and radiant.
“Divine Doctor, truly a reincarnated Divine Doctor.
You’ve saved the old man’s life; we have no way to repay you.
Please allow us, grandfather and granddaughter, to bow in gratitude,” the old man said, looking at his body, filled with emotion, and pulling on his granddaughter to kneel before Tangyu.
Tangyu quickly helped them to their feet, saying, “That’s absolutely not necessary, old man; you are trying to take years off my life.
The most important thing for us in Traditional Chinese Medicine is to have the heart of a healer.
We could never stand by and watch death without intervening.
Old man, we are both from Huaxia; I don’t need your money if you have none.
Now that you’re cured, take your granddaughter home and have a good bath.
It’s not good to have these substances on you for too long.
However, remember, old man, do not dump these contaminated waters into any river, just pour them onto some unoccupied mud.”
“Alright, alright, I understand.
These substances are all poisonous; I won’t harm others.
Our Huaxia’s Traditional Chinese Medicine is the greatest.
No hospital would accept me,” the old man immediately grasped Tangyu’s intention.
“By the way, old man, where are you from?” Tangyu asked.
The old man replied, “I’m from Miyun Town.”
Upon hearing ‘Miyun Town’, Tangyu’s brows furrowed slightly; it was just as he had suspected, certainly related to that secret mountain base.
“Divine Doctor Brother, there are many more people in our hometown with this strange illness.
Can you go and save them?” the granddaughter asked.
This question made Tangyu momentarily unsure how to respond.
The old man tugged on his granddaughter, saying, “Let’s go back first.” And with that, he bowed to Tangyu and the others, then left with his granddaughter.
“Traditional Chinese Medicine is mighty, so miraculous, so powerful.
It turns out that our Huaxia’s Traditional Chinese Medicine is so impressive.”
“Yeah, we have always misunderstood in the past.
In the future, if we’re sick, we’ll go see a traditional Chinese medicine doctor instead.
Why bother with Western doctors?
Our own stuff is more awesome.”
“The things left by our ancestors are indeed great.”
The crowd also erupted in cheers, and hearing these people look at traditional Chinese medicine with new respect, Tangyu felt somewhat gratified in his heart.
Ye Mai and Ma Qiyu’s gazes toward Tangyu also changed; they had indeed underestimated him.
Just the skill Tangyu had shown was beyond their comparison.
Tangyu’s medical skills were indeed far superior to theirs—it was undeniable.
“Captain Tang, thank you,” Ye Mai said.
Tangyu replied with a smile, “What’s there to thank me for?
We are all on the same team, don’t forget we’re all part of the traditional Chinese medicine representative team.”
Tangyu’s forthrightness and approachability also earned him some goodwill from Ye Mai and Ma Qiyu.
Ye Mai had some preconceived notions about Tangyu, but now they were gone.
Ma Qiyu had never really had any prejudice against Tangyu, and today’s events had made him admire Tangyu from the bottom of his heart.
Strength was what earned others’ respect.
Tangyu’s strength was unquestionable, even vastly exceeding their imagination.
If it weren’t for witnessing it with their own eyes, they wouldn’t believe Tangyu’s medical skills could reach such a terrifying level.
“By the way, Captain Tang, if I may ask, what technique was that just now?
Forgive my ignorance, but I truly can’t discern its intricacy—it’s unheard of to me,” Ye Mai said.
Tangyu replied with a smile, “It’s a secret technique passed down from my master.
I beg your pardon for not being able to disclose it.”
“Hehe, I can understand, sorry for being presumptuous,” Ye Mai said.
“We’ve finished eating, so we’ll take our leave now,” Tangyu said.
“Alright, see you this afternoon,” Ye Mai nodded.
Fang Zhendong said to Fang Yishui, “Come with us, after lunch we’ll head back together.”
“No, I’m going to go have fun with them.
I don’t want to go with a stinky man like you.
Let’s go,” Fang Yishui said.
After speaking, she left with Tangyu and the others.
The five of them quickly got into the car, ready to return.
“Master, who knew you were so incredible at medicine, and that you’re actually the captain of this traditional Chinese medicine representative team.
I thought Ye Mai was the captain.
Haha, no wonder he seemed a bit off when he saw you—it’s because you took the captaincy from him.
He’s so arrogant and full of himself; he deserves a few knocks.
You don’t know, he was so full of himself when he was younger,” Fang Yishui said.
Tangyu curled his lips and said, “Low profile.”
“Low profile my ass.
Do you look like a low-profile person?
Stop joking, Master.
All of a sudden, I think you’re an evil demon, Master.
Genius, extraordinary talent, gifted—none of these words are enough to describe you.
‘Evil demon’ suits you best.
Master, I’ve decided to learn medicine from you.
What do you think?” Fang Yishui said.
“Not so much.
You don’t have the talent, and besides—I agreed to teach you Kung Fu, not medicine.
Moreover, I have not ‘graduated’ as a disciple myself, so I don’t have the right to take on disciples,” Tangyu said.
“That’s the same thing.
You’re my master, so you should teach me everything you know.
There shouldn’t be any division—I don’t care, I want to learn medicine from you,” Fang Yishui said.
“Even if you want to learn, I won’t teach you,” Tangyu said.
“You stingy ghost,” Fang Yishui said.
“Master, don’t lower yourself to Fang Zhendong’s level.
Actually, he doesn’t mean any harm.
It’s just that Ye Mai has always liked me, and my brother has always been good friends with Ye Mai.
Plus, Ye Mai is very impressive in many ways, so Fang Zhendong has always wanted to set me up with Ye Mai, which is why he was biased against you at first.
Actually, Fang Zhendong has been really good to me since I was young, always caring and looking after me,” Fang Yishui said.
Tangyu replied with a light smile, “I can see that; it’s fine, I won’t take it to heart.”
“Mmhmm, I knew you have a broad mind, Master.
Thumbs up,” Fang Yishui said.
“Oh, I finally understand why our nice brother studies both medicine and martial arts—to pick up girls,” Zhao Yaya suddenly exclaimed.
“…”
“You see, studying martial arts allows you to fight hooligans and play the hero saving the damsel in distress.
Studying medicine allows you to heal people and capture women’s hearts.
Otherwise, why would our nice brother only like treating beautiful women?
There’s a deeper plot at play,” Zhao Yaya said.
Everyone turned their gazes toward Tangyu, and he felt like sewing Zhao Yaya’s mouth shut.