With three supreme masters, they were invincible upon descending the mountain.

Lin Qingxue frowned slightly, her voice turning cold: "Shen Yi, what do you mean? Don't disturb Brother Cheng's treatment."

Shen Yi was furious when he heard this.

The goddess he had been longing for was actually defending another man right in front of him?

Did I say something wrong?

He pointed at Ye Yaocheng, his voice rising: "He's so young, what clinical experience could he possibly have? This is a case that even all the experts in the hospital couldn't solve!"

"What gives him the right?"

Shen Yi sneered, his eyes sweeping contemptuously over Ye Yaocheng's face: "Just because he's handsome?"

"You!" Lin Qingxue's face darkened.

Shen Yi interrupted her, his tone becoming increasingly arrogant, "I've already invited the world's top doctors over."

"Stop showing off, kid. Treating patients and saving lives isn't child's play; there's a limit."

He emphasized the word "degree".

That kind of attitude was practically as if the words "you don't deserve it" were etched onto his forehead.

"What do you know?" Lin Qingxue's eyes flashed with anger: "Brother Cheng can cure even my grandfather, how come he can't cure my cousin?"

She stepped forward and stared at Shen Yi:

"If you continue this unreasonable behavior, once my cousin wakes up, you can forget about ever joining the Divine Martial Guard!"

"Hahaha!"

Shen Yi laughed in extreme anger.

He spoke as if he'd heard the biggest joke in the world, pointing at Ye Yaocheng with a mocking tone: "I'm being unreasonable?"

"The doctor I invited is a world-class, top-tier physician! He has cured countless terminal illnesses and is known as the 'Angel in White'!"

He turned to Ye Yaocheng, his eyes defiant:

"And you?"

"What qualifications do you have? Tell us!"

"I just don't like you, so what? Let your grades speak for themselves!"

Shen Yi has completely lost his mind.

In his eyes, Ye Yaocheng was just a pretty boy who made a living off his looks. If he had that face, Lin Qingxue would have thrown herself at him long ago.

Ye Yaocheng was taken aback when he heard the title "angel in white".

It sounds familiar, like I've heard it somewhere before?

He shook his head, not thinking much about it. He had dealt with too many people over the years, so it was normal not to remember them all.

But Shen Yi interpreted that expression as guilt.

"Look!"

Shen Yi, as if he had caught someone red-handed, raised his voice even louder: "His eyes were darting around just now! He was scared!"

"That calm demeanor she's putting on now is all an act!"

He pointed at Lin Qingxue, his face full of sarcasm: "Only a fool like you, who gets all smitten by pretty boys, would fall for that!"

Lin Qingxue's face turned completely icy cold.

She never expected that her cousin would put someone like that on the list of candidates for the Divine Martial Guard; it was simply a joke.

Su Mei, who was standing to the side, also frowned.

Shen Yi's words just now were almost a denigration of all women, which made her feel disgusted with this man who only knew how to fawn over her.

"Where is the patient?"

Just then, a voice came from the doorway, speaking broken Chinese.

Everyone turned their heads and saw a blond, blue-eyed foreign man walk in. He was wearing a white coat and looked to be in his fifties.

Shen Yi's eyes lit up.

"Mr. John!"

He immediately went to greet him, his face beaming with smiles: "You've finally arrived!"

After saying that, he turned to look at Ye Yaocheng, his expression instantly becoming arrogant: "This is Professor John Hopkinson, one of the world's top Western medical experts!"

"The number of patients he has treated is countless!"

Shen Yi stared at Ye Yaocheng, enunciating each word clearly: "Kid, what are you comparing yourself to?"

"If you know what's good for you, you'd better tuck your tail between your legs and get lost now, or you'll embarrass yourself in front of your woman later!"

Looking at the two women's faces, which were as cold as ice, Shen Yi didn't care; he felt victory was assured.

Ye Yaocheng raised his head and looked at Professor John.

Then, he froze.

John was also stunned.

Two seconds later, John suddenly exclaimed, his face breaking into wild joy.

"teacher?!"

Completely disregarding his image, he rushed over and hugged Ye Yaocheng tightly.

"Teacher! It really is you!"

He was as excited as a child: "This is wonderful! I never expected to see you here!"

The entire room fell silent.

Shen Yi's smile froze.

Lin Qingxue and Su Mei were also stunned.

Ye Yaocheng rubbed his nose, somewhat helplessly: "John? What are you doing here? I thought you went back to China."

"I'm not replying!"

John released his grip, his eyes shining: "I've had extensive medical exchanges with Professor Li and benefited greatly from them. I've decided to stay at Daxia for a while."

He looked at the hospital bed and explained, "I was invited to treat this patient, but I never expected to see my teacher again!"

His expression and tone were exactly like a fan meeting their idol.

Lin Qingxue and Su Mei exchanged a glance, both seeing the shock in each other's eyes.

Ye Yaocheng actually knows such a world-class expert?

Moreover, the other party called him teacher?

Lin Qingxue's eyes lit up; this was her man.

Even the world's top doctors respectfully address him as "teacher".

Shen Yi stood there, his face turning pale and then flushed.

Those arrogant words from before now felt like slaps to his face.

He thought he could impress the goddess.

It turned out that the clown was himself.

Shen Yi felt a burning pain on his face, as if he had been slapped twice.

"Alright, teacher."

John quickly regained his professional demeanor, but the excitement in his eyes was undeniable.

"Let's treat the illness first. I've recently learned a bit about traditional Chinese medicine, so let me learn from you."

He said this with a face full of pride, like a child who got a perfect score and was waiting for his parents to praise him.

Ye Yaocheng nodded, "Then watch carefully. I don't usually teach people easily, but this is the only time."

"yes!"

John nodded vigorously, immediately stepped aside, and stared intently at Ye Yaocheng's every move.

That serious look made Shen Yi's expression even more awkward.

Ye Yaocheng walked to the bedside.

The middle-aged man was covered in bandages and had various instruments inserted into his body.

He carefully unwrapped the bandages near several key acupoints, which are the core needle insertion points of the Nine Yang Acupuncture Technique.

"John."

Ye Yaocheng said while operating the machine:

"A good doctor should be open-minded rather than exclusive. In some cases, Western medical equipment can indeed buy patients more time."

John nodded earnestly, a hint of shame flashing across his face.

He recalled the arrogant look on Ye Yaocheng's face when he first met him, a look that showed disdain for traditional Chinese medicine.

Ye Yaocheng took a deep breath and took out the Cold Iron Cloud Pattern Needle given to him by Elder Jiang.

The needle had a faint blue sheen and felt cool to the touch.

He raised his hand.

The needle falls.

Nine silver needles were precisely inserted into nine major acupoints, the technique as fast as lightning, yet as steady as a rock.

Insert the needle three inches deep, then guide the Qi and rotate it.

hum!

The silver needles trembled slightly.

On the hospital bed, a blush appeared on the middle-aged man's ashen face at a visible speed.

The vital signs curve on the instrument began to rise steadily.

Lin Qingxue and Su Mei held their breath.

Although they didn't understand medicine, they could see the outcome: the patient's condition improved.

Moreover, it healed so quickly.

Shen Yi stood aside, watching John's focused study and the two girls' shining eyes, feeling as if he had been slapped a few more times, his face burning with pain.

Today, my face has been completely disgraced and trampled on.

"That's fine."

Ye Yaocheng removed the needle and said to John, "The patient is out of danger; the equipment can be removed."

"good!"

John nodded immediately.

"etc!"

Shen Yi suddenly interrupted.

His face was grim, but he still forced a smile and said, "Mr. John, let's observe him a little longer. This is the squad leader of the Divine Martial Guard. If anything goes wrong, it will provoke the wrath of the higher-ups of the Great Xia."

He looked at Ye Yaocheng, his tone skeptical: "A few needles can save a person? That's too frivolous."

John's face darkened. "Are you questioning my teacher?"

He stared at Shen Yi, his tone serious: "If anything goes wrong, have the Great Xia government come to me. I'll take full responsibility!"

After saying that, he ignored Shen Yi and stepped forward himself, carefully removing all the instruments from the patient's body.

Shen Yi's eyes were bloodshot, and his fists were clenched tightly.

"By the way, John."

Ye Yaocheng suddenly spoke up: "Break a bowl of Chinese medicine according to this prescription. Use the best herbs, and do it quickly."

He wrote down a prescription and handed it to John.

John didn't even look at it, shoving it directly into Shen Yi's hand: "Did you hear that? Go now."

Shen Yi: "..."

He was about to get angry, but when he met John's eyes, he chickened out.

I could only grit my teeth and turn around to do it.

Lin Qingxue asked curiously, "Brother Cheng, isn't traditional Chinese medicine supposed to be simmered over a low flame? Won't simmering it too quickly reduce its effectiveness?"

Ye Yaocheng gave her an appreciative look.

"Good question."

He turned to John and explained, "This brings us to another crucial point: when dealing with critically ill patients, our medication needs to be 'strong'."

"Boil it over a high flame to make the medicine potent and save lives first."

"As for treatment, that's something for later."

Everyone suddenly realized.

John nodded repeatedly and took out his notebook to take notes.

Before long, Shen Yi returned with a bowl of medicine, his face as black as the bottom of a pot.

Ye Yaocheng took the medicine bowl, removed the silver needles, and fed the medicine to the patient little by little.

After feeding him, he glanced at the time.

"Everyone, step back."

He calmly said, "Thirty seconds later, the patient will vomit thick, stagnant blood."

Everyone immediately retreated.

Only Shen Yi stood there, his face full of disdain.

"Do you think you're a fortune teller?"

He scoffed, "Thirty seconds is thirty seconds? You're just playing games."

Ye Yaocheng glanced at him and shook his head.

It's hard to reason with a damned devil.

He counted down silently.

three.

two.

One.

On the hospital bed, the middle-aged man suddenly opened his eyes and sat up abruptly!

"puff!"

A large mouthful of thick, black blood gushed out.

It sprayed directly in Shen Yi's direction.

Shen Yi froze on the spot, staring at the large pool of bruises rushing towards him, his pupils dilating in shock.

Holy crap!