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Su Hao nodded and didn't say anything more.

After this little incident, the Traditional Chinese Medicine Conference officially began.

Nong Changhe, president of the Chinese Medicine Association, stepped onto the podium and began a speech that lasted half an hour.

He spoke eloquently, from the historical origins of traditional Chinese medicine to its current predicament, from national policy support to future development plans, his words flowing freely and passionately.

Finally, he got to the point: "Fellow practitioners, in order to revitalize traditional Chinese medicine, I propose the establishment of a Huaxia Traditional Chinese Medicine Hospital and a Huaxia Traditional Chinese Medicine College. I sincerely invite three renowned physicians to serve as vice-principals of the college, and all the distinguished experts present to serve as lecturers. The college will provide each lecturer with an annual salary of one million!"

The audience fell silent immediately after he said that.

Which of these renowned TCM doctors present here doesn't earn over five million a year?

An annual salary of one million is nothing to them.

More importantly, they are all used to freedom. Who would want to be tied to a college, go to get off work and leave work on time every day, and teach students?

Seeing no one respond, Nong Changhe looked somewhat embarrassed and continued, "Everyone! This is all for the development of traditional Chinese medicine! Please sign this contract for the future of traditional Chinese medicine!"

He placed a stack of contracts on the table and scanned the audience with eager eyes.

Still, no one moved.

Just then, a voice rang out: "President Nong, when you open hospitals and academies, are you doing it for the development of traditional Chinese medicine, or just to make money for yourself?"

The speaker was Su Hao.

Nong Changhe's face instantly darkened: "What do you mean?"

Su Hao stood up, walked to the front of the stage, and looked directly at Nong Changhe: "You are addicted to wine and women, which has severely depleted your vital energy, causing liver and kidney deficiency, and blood and qi depletion. If I am not mistaken, you have at most three months to live."

These words shocked everyone present.

Nong Changhe's face turned deathly pale, and his finger trembled as he pointed at Su Hao: "You...you're talking nonsense!"

Su Hao ignored him and turned to the three medical masters: "Three medical masters, you can take his pulse and see if what I said is right."

Kong Guanghe and Sun Baicao exchanged a glance, stepped forward, and each took Nong Changhe's pulse.

A moment later, both of their expressions turned serious.

Kong Guanghe spoke slowly, his voice heavy: "Chairman Nong, Mr. Su is right. Your health has indeed reached its limit. At most three months, I'm afraid..."

Nong Changhe's legs went weak, and he collapsed to the ground, his face ashen.

The meeting room erupted in uproar.

Everyone looked at Su Hao with a hint of awe.

The ability to discern a person's physical condition with the naked eye is simply unbelievable!

Taking advantage of the opportunity, Wang Zhengyuan said, "Gentlemen, my master knows the complete Nine Dragons Needle Technique!"

These words were like a bombshell, detonating in the meeting room.

Kong Guanghe's pupils dilated suddenly, and he abruptly stood up, rushing to Su Hao in three strides. He knelt down with a thud, his voice filled with immense excitement and longing: "Mr. Su! Please accept me as your disciple! Teach me the complete Nine Dragons Needle Technique! I, Kong Guanghe, am willing to give you all my knowledge in exchange for a complete set of your needle techniques!"

This scene left everyone speechless with shock.

Kong Guanghe, the "King of Acupuncture" and the foremost acupuncturist in China, actually knelt before a young man in public, begging him to take him on as a disciple!

Su Hao looked down at him calmly: "We are complete strangers, and I do not wish to take a stranger as my apprentice."

Disappointment showed on Kong Guanghe's face, but he still refused to get up, kneeling on the ground with a firm gaze on Su Hao.

The atmosphere in the room became somewhat tense.

Just then, a commotion arose from the entrance of the venue.

A group of construction workers, dressed in overalls and covered in cement and dust, rushed in carrying a stretcher.

A man covered in blood lay on a stretcher, his face as pale as paper, his breathing weak; he was clearly severely injured.

The foremost worker shouted anxiously, "Doctor! Doctor! Please save our coworker! He's fallen from the scaffolding!"

Nong Changhe had just gotten up from the ground when he saw this scene and quickly waved his hands, saying, "This is a Traditional Chinese Medicine conference! Not a hospital! You need to get this person to the hospital immediately!"

The burly worker flew into a rage, pointing his finger at Nong Changhe and yelling, "Aren't you doctors?! Isn't saving lives your duty?! No wonder people nowadays believe in Western medicine! You traditional Chinese medicine practitioners are just cowards who refuse to help those in need!"

These words were like a resounding slap in the face to all the traditional Chinese medicine practitioners present.

Kong Guanghe stood up, walked to the stretcher, squatted down, and carefully examined the injured person's condition.

A moment later, his expression turned grave: "Internal bleeding, many broken bones, his condition is extremely critical. If we take him to the hospital now, the bumpy ride will likely kill him before we even reach the hospital."

He took a deep breath, took out his needle kit from his pocket, spread it out on the ground, and then began to administer acupuncture.

Kong Guanghe used the first three needles of the Nine Dragons Needle Technique.

As the silver needles were inserted, the injured person's breathing became more stable, and their complexion improved somewhat.

Kong Guanghe breathed a sigh of relief and wiped the sweat from his forehead.

However, at that moment, Su Hao's voice suddenly rang out: "King Physician Kong, you are harming him."

Kong Guanghe's hand trembled, and he turned to look at Su Hao, his eyes filled with confusion and respect: "Mr. Su, please enlighten me."

Su Hao walked to the stretcher, pointed to the several silver needles on the injured man's body, and slowly said, "Your Nine Dragons Needle Technique is incomplete; you completed the third needle yourself. But the part you completed is completely wrong. Moreover, you didn't use true qi to assist in the acupuncture, which actually squeezed the patient's last bit of life force. He may look better, but in reality, he will die soon."

As soon as he finished speaking, the injured person on the stretcher suddenly stiffened, his head tilted to the side, and he stopped breathing.

Kong Guanghe's face turned deathly pale instantly. He seemed to have all his strength drained away, and staggered back two steps, his voice filled with immense pain and self-reproach: "I...I have become a sinner against traditional Chinese medicine..."

Su Hao glanced at him and said calmly, "Who said he can't be saved?"

Kong Guanghe suddenly raised his head, a glimmer of hope igniting in his eyes: "Mr. Su, can you save him?"

Su Hao did not answer, but instead took out his needle case from his pocket.

He unfolded his needle case, revealing nine silver needles of varying lengths and thicknesses neatly arranged inside.

Su Hao took a deep breath, and the True Dragon Qi within his body began to circulate. Then he made his move.

Taiyi Divine Needle!

Bring back to life!

His movements were incredibly fast; his hands moved like phantoms, rapidly inserting needles into the injured person's body.

Each needle strike carries a stream of pure internal energy, which is then injected into the injured person's body.

After the nine silver needles were dropped, a layer of misty light emanated from the needles. The light intertwined to form a mysterious and profound array that enveloped the injured person's entire body.

This scene left everyone present stunned.

The reporters frantically pressed their shutters, capturing the entire scene.

The viewers in the live stream went wild, with comments scrolling like a waterfall:

"Holy crap! Is this special effects?!"

"Needles can glow?! This must be magic!"

"My grandfather was a traditional Chinese medicine doctor, and he said this is the legendary Taiyi Divine Needle! It's been lost for hundreds of years!"

"Who exactly is this young man?!"

About five minutes later, Su Hao put away the silver needles.

The injured person on the stretcher, whose face was originally as pale as paper, has regained a touch of color.

His chest began to rise and fall, and his breathing became steady and powerful.

A few seconds later, he slowly opened his eyes and looked around blankly.

"Where...where am I?"

The entire room fell into a deathly silence.

Then, thunderous applause and cheers erupted, almost lifting the roof off the venue!

Su Hao did not stop. He used the first four needles of the Nine Dragons Needle Technique to set the broken bones and repair the damaged internal organs of the injured person.

About half an hour later, the injured person actually sat up from the stretcher and then stood up!

He moved his hands and feet and found that more than 90% of his injuries had healed.

Overwhelmed with emotion, tears welled in his eyes. He knelt before Su Hao with a thud, about to kowtow, "My benefactor! Thank you for saving my life! How much do you want? I'll sell everything I own to repay you!"

Su Hao reached out and helped him up, his tone calm: "A man's knees are worth gold; don't kneel easily. Consider the kowtow you gave me as payment for your medical treatment."

The injured man was stunned for a moment, then with red eyes, he respectfully kowtowed three times before leaving with the help of his coworkers, expressing his deepest gratitude.

Reporters swarmed around Su Hao, eagerly bombarding him with questions.

Facing the camera, Su Hao suddenly remembered the task Shen Qingci had given him.

He cleared his throat and said to the camera, "I'd like to take this opportunity to announce that my rejuvenating skincare series, which I personally developed, will officially go on sale tomorrow. Made with all-natural Chinese herbal ingredients, its effects far surpass similar products on the market. Ladies who love beauty, please take a look."

In the live stream, the girls' eyes lit up, and they all took screenshots and wrote down the product names.

The three medical masters exchanged a glance, then walked together to Su Hao.

Kong Guanghe cupped his hands and said, "Mr. Su, would you do us the honor of having lunch with us to discuss medical matters?"

Su Hao glanced at them and said calmly, "If you want to learn medicine, just say so. There's no need to beat around the bush. You can rest for a bit, and I'll give you some pointers tomorrow."

Upon hearing this, the three physicians showed joy on their faces and thanked them repeatedly.

Meanwhile, in the Shi family mansion in the capital, Shi Yiqun was sitting in Shi Lezhi's study, showing him the live stream on her tablet.

Looking at Su Hao's triumphant appearance on the screen, Shi Lezhi sneered: "This bastard is quite something."

However, in my eyes, he was nothing more than a roadside weed, easily crushed at any moment. My acceptance of his challenge was merely for show.

Shi Yiqun looked at him, a strange feeling welling up inside her.

She found herself knowing less and less about her brother.

What does he really want?

What exactly is he planning?

She had no idea.

Shi Lezhi stared at Su Hao's young and confident face on the screen, his eyes filled with murderous intent.

Some people shouldn't have been born into this world!