Courtyard House: Starting by inheriting the tradition and suppressing the barbarians.

The afternoon meeting was long and tedious.

The expert on stage was reading from a script, reciting obscure and difficult-to-understand medical data, while the audience below was drowsy.

Li Xuan sat in that forgotten corner, closing his eyes to rest.

He simply couldn't muster any interest in reports that merely piled up data without mentioning clinical efficacy.

At the very front of the hall, in the most prestigious VIP area, sat several special guests.

One of the Middle Eastern men, dressed in a white robe and wearing a headscarf, was particularly eye-catching.

He is Prince Hamman of the Saudi royal family and one of the biggest sponsors of the summit.

It is said that this prince was richer than a country!

But his trip was not only for sponsorship, but also to seek the world's top medical resources.

He suffered from a strange headache that no doctor in Europe or America could cure.

"ah!--"

Suddenly, a piercing scream shattered the tranquility of the venue.

Prince Hamman, who was sitting in the first row, suddenly jumped up from his chair.

He clutched his head tightly with both hands, letting out a beast-like roar.

Followed by.

He fell heavily to the ground, his body convulsing violently, foaming at the mouth.

His eyes rolled back, and even the corners of his eyes were bloodshot!

"Your Highness! Your Highness!"

The accompanying bodyguards and servants were terrified and immediately surrounded them.

"Doctor! Doctor!"

The chief attendant shouted desperately at the stage.

The scene instantly descended into chaos.

"Quick! First aid!"

The organizers were also terrified by this unexpected situation.

If this major investor were to have an accident at the summit, it would be a major diplomatic incident!

"let me!"

Dr. Smith, who had previously mocked Li Xuan, was the first to rush forward.

As the chief physician at the Mayo Clinic, he felt his chance to shine had arrived.

Subsequently, several top medical authorities from Germany and France also gathered around with first aid kits.

"Spread out! Keep the air circulating!"

Smith gave loud instructions and quickly produced a stethoscope and a portable diagnostic device.

However, a few minutes passed.

Smith broke out in a cold sweat.

"What happened?"

"Extremely high blood pressure, irregular heart rate, but the brainwave... why is it showing as a complete mess?"

"Inject a sedative!"

A powerful sedative was administered.

Useless!

Prince Hamman's convulsions not only did not stop, but became even more intense.

He even started biting his own tongue, and blood flowed down the corner of his mouth.

"My God! What kind of illness is this?"

"Is it poisoning? Or a seizure?"

"It doesn't look like epilepsy! All the indicators are completely contrary to common sense!"

Several Western medical authorities who had been so arrogant just moments before were now completely flustered.

They looked at the sophisticated instruments in their hands, the data on them jumping around like garbled code, and they couldn't find the cause of the illness at all!

The prince's face had turned bluish-purple, and his breathing was becoming increasingly weak.

Even the heart rate monitor emitted a piercing alarm.

"Drip—drip—drip—"

That's a sign that someone's life is in danger!

"Help!"

"Aren't you the best doctors in the world? Please save His Highness!"

The valet knelt on the ground, crying and clutching Smith's white coat.

Smith's hands were trembling, and his face was pale: "We...we can't find the cause of the illness..."

"I dare not use medication casually..."

The cause of the illness cannot be found!

This sentence is like a death sentence.

The hundreds of medical elites present could only watch helplessly as a life slipped away before their eyes!

Is this what they call modern medicine?

Is this what they call science?

In the corner, the accompanying Chinese translator, Xiao Liu, stamped his feet anxiously: "Dean Li, they...they seem to be dying!"

Li Xuan suddenly opened his eyes, his gaze gleaming with sharp light.

"That's a stroke, caused by a sudden surge of internal heat that disrupts the flow of energy in the brain."

"If we don't save him now, he will definitely die within three minutes."

Li Xuan stood up, straightened his collar, picked up the slightly worn medicine box, and strode towards the center of the stage.

"I'll go take a look."

......

At this point, the experts surrounding the prince were completely desperate.

"Prepare the defibrillator... let's make one last attempt..." Smith said weakly.

In truth, he knew that the defibrillator was completely useless for this strange neurological disease.

"Let me try."

A calm voice suddenly rang out.

Everyone turned around.

The Chinese man who had been sitting in the corner was now standing behind them.

"you?"

When Smith saw that it was Li Xuan, he jumped up as if his tail had been stepped on.

He pointed at Li Xuan's nose and cursed, "It's you again, you wizard! What do you want?"

"Can't you see the prince is dying?"

"This is a matter of life and death! This is not a place for magic tricks!"

"Get out of here! Don't cause trouble!"

Several other foreign experts also angrily denounced, "We don't need traditional Chinese medicine here! We don't need grass roots or tree bark!"

"Security! Throw this Chinese man out!"

Facing universal condemnation, and the obstruction and contempt of everyone.

Li Xuan did not retreat even half a step.

He looked at Prince Haman, who was already rolling his eyes on the ground, and his aura suddenly exploded.

Like Mount Tai pressing down, it instantly stunned the entire audience.

"Can your so-called science save his life now?" Li Xuan asked coldly.

Smith choked, "I..."

"If you can't, then shut your mouth!"

Li Xuan suddenly reached out and shoved Smith, who was blocking his way.

Even the burly man who was over 1.8 meters tall was pushed by Li Xuan with one hand and staggered, almost falling over.

"Get out of the way!"

This angry shout, imbued with internal force, resonated throughout the hall.

Everyone was intimidated by this imposing aura and instinctively made way for them.

Li Xuan strode to the prince's side, and without taking his pulse, directly opened the old medicine box.

"What are you going to do?" the chief attendant asked in alarm.

"Save his life!"

Li Xuan took out a sheepskin needle roll from the medicine box.

A flick of the wrist.

"brush!"

As the needle roll unfolded, a row of golden needles of varying lengths, gleaming with a cold light, was revealed before everyone's eyes.

"My God, is that a needle?"

"Is he going to prick the prince with needles?"

"This is insane! Absolutely insane!"

Amidst gasps of surprise, Li Xuan's eyes flashed like lightning as he picked up the longest gold needle between two fingers.

Aiming at Prince Hamman's forehead—a spot that Western medicine considers absolutely a fatal acupoint.

"The first of the Thirteen Ghost Needles is the Ghost Palace!"

Without the slightest hesitation.

The needle fell!

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