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"brush!"

A flash of golden light, swift as a startled swan.

Just as Dr. Smith uttered his terrified "No! Stop!"

The golden needle in Li Xuan's hand had already fallen.

The needle, accompanied by the sound of wind breaking, did not pierce the space between the eyebrows that people thought was a death sentence.

That was a feint, used to build momentum.

Immediately afterwards, with a speed and angle too fast for the naked eye to detect, it precisely pierced Prince Hamman's philtrum!

The needle penetrates three-tenths of an inch, like a pillar stabilizing the sea!

Prince Hamman was convulsing violently on the ground, foaming at the mouth, and on the verge of dying.

A deep, muffled growl suddenly escaped from his throat.

"Well!--"

Then, under the intense gaze of hundreds of eyes in the audience, an unbelievable scene unfolded!

His body, which was shaking violently as if he had been electrocuted, suddenly froze as if a pause button had been pressed!

Even the eyeballs that had been rolling back stopped moving.

The entire room fell silent.

Dr. Smith, who was in the posture of rushing forward to stop him, froze halfway, his legs buckled, and he almost knelt on the ground.

He stared wide-eyed at the scene, his mind blank.

One injection?

Just one injection?

That was a severe stroke seizure that even strong sedatives couldn't suppress!

He was instantly frozen in place by a gold needle as thin as a cow's hair?

But it's not over yet.

Li Xuan's expression was solemn, his movements were as smooth as flowing water, without the slightest pause, and he paid no attention to the shock of those around him.

With his left hand moving swiftly, he drew two more silver needles from the needle roll.

"The second of the Thirteen Ghost Needles—Ghost Faith, Shaoshang point!"

"The third of the Thirteen Ghost Needles—Ghost Fortress, Yinbai Point!"

brush!brush!

Two flashes of silver light pierced the prince's thumbs and big toes respectively.

Li Xuan's hands moved swiftly, lightly flicking the end of the needle.

"Buzz!"

A faint yet clear tremor resounded in the silent hall.

The ends of those three needles began to vibrate at a strange, high frequency without any external force!

This is using qi to control needles!

It represents the profound realm of "burning mountain fire" and "penetrating heavenly coolness" in traditional Chinese medicine!

The foreign experts around them had never seen anything like it.

They stared in disbelief, as if they were watching an Eastern magic show.

Just then.

The vital signs monitor that had been connected to the prince, which had been frantically alarming red, suddenly turned green.

It emitted a steady and rhythmic beep.

"Beep—beep—beep—"

Heart rate: 90...85...80...back to normal!

Blood pressure: 180...140...120...back to normal!

Brainwaves: From chaotic gibberish to smooth wavy lines!

"A miracle! This is a miracle!"

The nurse in charge of monitoring the equipment couldn't help but scream and cover her mouth.

Smith lunged at the instrument, staring intently at the data displayed. "Impossible..."

"This doesn't make sense!"

"This completely contradicts the principles of neurology..."

Li Xuan slowly stood up, a fine layer of sweat appearing on his forehead.

The Thirteen Ghost Needles technique, when used in conjunction with internal energy, is extremely taxing on the mind and spirit.

He took out a handkerchief from his pocket and wiped his hands.

Then, turning to look at the still-dazed translator, Xiao Liu, he said, "Tell them that the person will wake up in half an hour."

After saying that, he stopped talking, turned around and sat back on his own bench, closing his eyes to rest.

It was as if I had just done something insignificant.

The hundreds of world-class medical experts in the room held their breath, like a group of naive elementary school students.

They all stared intently at the prince, awaiting the final outcome.

Time passed by, second by second.

ten minutes.

twenty minutes.

Twenty-nine minutes.

When the second hand of the wall clock points to the last division.

"Cough cough! Cough cough cough!"

Prince Hamman, who was lying motionless on the ground, suddenly began to cough violently.

He suddenly turned to the side and, with a "whoosh," spat out a mouthful of dark red, foul-smelling blood.

Spitting out that mouthful of blood was like expelling all the toxins and death from the body.

Prince Hamman slowly opened his eyes.

"Where...where am I?"

"God above, I feel... my headache is gone?"

He touched his head, and the excruciating pain that had tormented him for years had vanished without a trace!

With the help of his attendants, Prince Hamman actually stood up from the ground!

She even took a couple of steps, her steps steady, her complexion rosy.

There was no trace of the dying look she had just had.

boom!

At that moment, the entire conference hall erupted in chaos!

"He's alive! He's really alive!"

"My God! What kind of medical skill is this? It's amazing!"

"Is this traditional Chinese medicine? It's incredible!"

Thunderous applause erupted like a tsunami, almost lifting the roof off.

Those experts who previously mocked traditional Chinese medicine as "witchcraft" are now blushing and wishing they could disappear into the ground.

The translator, Xiao Liu, stood in the corner, clapping and crying at the same time.

That was so satisfying!

That was so satisfying!

Prince Hamman then understood the situation.

He pushed aside the servants, strode to the corner, and came to Li Xuan.

This oil prince, of noble status and immense wealth, bowed deeply to Li Xuan in front of the entire world.

"Mr. Li, you are a messenger sent by God! You are my savior!"

Prince Hamman was so excited that he became incoherent.

He ripped off the huge ruby ​​ring from his hand and then reached for the diamond necklace around his neck.

In the end, I felt that none of that was enough to express my gratitude.

He grabbed Li Xuan's hand and declared with boundless pride, "To repay your life-saving grace, I want to give you a gift!"

"I have a newly developed oil field in the Persian Gulf."

"Although it's not a large plant, its annual output is still astronomical!"

"I'm giving it to you now! As your personal property!"

hiss!--

The entire audience gasped.

oilfield?

Delivering to the oil field?

What does this mean?

This is like giving away a gold mine that can never be fully mined!

With this oil field, you could spend it all in several lifetimes and instantly become one of the world's top billionaires!

Everyone looked at Li Xuan with envy, jealousy, and even madness.

however.

Li Xuan's expression remained calm and composed.

Looking into Prince Hamman's sincere eyes, he gently withdrew his hand.

"Your Highness, I appreciate your kindness."

Li Xuan's clear voice carried throughout the venue through the microphone, "But I am a doctor, and healing and saving lives is my sacred duty."

"In my eyes, life is priceless and cannot be measured in money."

"I can't take over the oil field, and I don't need the money."

You refused?

He actually turned down an oil field?

The foreigners present thought this Chinese man was either crazy or stupid.

"Then... what do you want?"

Prince Hamman was also stunned. "Whatever you want, if I have it, I'll give it to you!"

Li Xuan smiled slightly, turned around, and pointed directly at Dr. Smith, who was standing in the crowd with a pale face.

"I don't want oil fields, nor do I want mountains of gold and silver."

"I only want one thing."

Li Xuan pointed a finger at Smith, his voice firm and powerful!

"I want dignity!"

"I demand that Dr. Smith honor his bet!"

"Apologize to me, to the Chinese delegation, and to Traditional Chinese Medicine in front of the world's media!"

"I want everyone to know that Traditional Chinese Medicine is not witchcraft, but a science that can save lives!"

After a brief silence, the entire stadium erupted in wild applause and cheers.

Dr. Smith walked out trembling under the intense gaze of countless eyes and the furious stare of Prince Harman.

He walked up to Li Xuan and bowed deeply.

"I'm...I'm sorry!"

"Traditional Chinese medicine is a great medical system... I was short-sighted!"

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