Fangzheng rubbed his nose. It was true that he had been causing quite a stir recently. Despite being in the limelight, he was only known by everyone in Black Mountain City. It left him somewhat dissatisfied. But thinking about it carefully, it seemed like this was the only time that the things he had done could affect the entire country. It was indeed a little difficult to become a household name in the country.
"Since it doesn't work this time, I'll make good use of the resources." With this in mind, Fangzheng chuckled as he looked at Park Changmin.
Park Changmin immediately felt uncomfortable when Fangzheng glanced at him. He subconsciously asked, "What … are you doing?"
Fangzheng said, "Patron, shouldn't This Penniless Monk be the one asking that? Almsgiver, it's your turn now. "
Only then did Park Changmin snap to his senses. The sparring began, and Fangzheng's first question was Park Mintae's childbirth. Park Changmin had admitted defeat, so it was now Park Mintae's turn to give the question. In this kind of medical competition, the questions could be set at will, but it wasn't without rules. If the person who set the question couldn't solve the question he set, it would be a draw. Therefore, there was no point in coming up with such a question.
Park Changmin calmed down and pondered for a moment before saying with a smile, "My question is very simple. Please get someone from our embassy to come up."
With that said, Song Yuhe and Jiang Yu stood up simultaneously. They knew that Park Changmin was finally using this move again! All of them had lost because of this question. To be honest, they could not guarantee that Fangzheng could withstand it!
When everyone saw Park Changmin attack, all of them turned nervous. Although Fangzheng had won a round and taught these bastards a lesson, everything would be meaningless if he still lost the competition.
Everyone broke out into a flurry of discussion. Unfortunately, no one knew what Park Changmin's question was.
While everyone was waiting anxiously, the people from the South Korean embassy came and brought a man in. The man sat in a wheelchair and was covered with a blanket. His face was like a skeleton and his eyes were very big. His exposed hands were as skinny as an eagle's claw. His head was tilted to one side, as if he didn't even have the strength to move.
Seeing this person, many doctors exclaimed, "Lou Gehrig's disease?!"
This shout caused everyone present to suck in a breath of cold air! Lou Gehrig's disease was a medical problem in the world! Be it TCM or Western Medicine, there was no better treatment. At most, it could only alleviate the symptoms slightly.
Upon seeing this patient, everyone finally understood how the three medical sages of TCM had lost to Park Changmin. In the face of this disease, anyone would be defeated. But here came the problem. Could Park Changmin cure Lou Gehrig's disease?
Now that he was here, the secret naturally didn't exist anymore. There was no need for Song Yuhe and Jiang Yu to remain silent on the matter.
Song Yuhe sighed and said, "Park Changmin ultimately brought him here. This illness is nearly incurable. Even Park Changmin himself can only do better than us. He can't be considered a cure. But competition is cruel. You don't have to cure your opponent. You just have to do better than your opponent. "
Upon hearing Song Yuhe say that, everyone's hearts sank.
On the Internet, although the livestream had been shut down, there were people using their cell phones to livestream. Fangzheng ignored this. Anyway, the lecture was over, and the rest was up to everyone. Seeing Fangzheng ignore them, people began to secretly switch on their cameras and begin filming. Therefore, the army that had been waiting on the Internet instantly found their target and swarmed over.
When the South Korean supporters saw this, all of them laughed. By mentioning Lou Gehrig's disease, it was basically an incurable situation! This time, they wanted to see how Fangzheng would win!
At the same time, there were people on the Chinese side who were spreading the word. When everyone understood how difficult the disease was to treat, all of them fell silent.
"It's no wonder. It's no wonder the three medical sages of TCM lost. Park Changmin used this one move to sweep through everyone!" someone sighed.
"Although it's a little unscrupulous, I have to say that Park Changmin is truly capable. I just wonder how Master will handle it. "
"If he can't handle it, it'll just be a draw."
"But what do we do next?"
Everyone fell silent.
Seeing that everyone had quietened down, Park Changmin straightened his collar and said to Fangzheng, "Abbot Fangzheng, to be honest, I can't treat this illness either. However, I have a way to make his body slightly better, although the improvement is very slight. Although the improvement is very slight, with your medical skills, you should be able to tell. As long as you can make him slightly better, this round will be considered a draw. "
When Red Boy saw this, he curled his lips and said, "I thought it was some illness, but it's such a minor illness …"
"Minor illness? Little Venerable One, do you not know, or are you pretending not to know? This is Lou Gehrig's disease. Perhaps no one in the world can treat it. It's already impressive if there's even a little effect, "someone explained.
Red Boy knew very well what Fangzheng was capable of. If he was really pissed off, a divine power could even bring the dying back to life, much less an illness.
Seeing Red Boy's nonchalant look, the embassy staff behind Park Changmin said, "Little guy, this illness isn't something anyone can treat. If you don't know, it's best you don't speak. Otherwise, you might end up hurting your tongue by bragging too much. "
Red Boy had previously slapped Park Mintae, so the people on the South Korean side didn't like him anymore. Although he was a child, he still retorted to find some balance.
Red Boy was just about to say something when Fangzheng rubbed his head and shook his head. "I won't treat this illness."
The moment that was said, there was an uproar!
Was Fangzheng admitting defeat?
Park Changmin immediately laughed when he heard that. He stared at Fangzheng and said, "Master, are you admitting defeat?"
Fangzheng nodded slightly. "This Penniless Monk doesn't wish to treat this illness. Just treat it as an admission of defeat."
"Pfft … Indeed, the master is like the disciple. The disciple likes to brag, but the master is thick-skinned … Tsk, tsk … "An embassy staff shook his head and mocked.
At this moment, a familiar voice sounded. It sounded like it was leaking air and pain. "If you can treat it, do it. If you can't, admit defeat. Why are you saying you won't treat it? Monk, you sure are shameless!"
Fangzheng looked over and saw that Park Mintae, who had fainted from the slap, had woken up. He was glaring angrily at him.
When Fangzheng saw this, he immediately smiled and pressed his palms together. "Amitabha. Patron, you are awake? That's for the best. Patron Park, aren't you going to check your other disciple's body? "
Only then did Park Changmin snap to his senses. He hurriedly went over to do a check and was astonished to discover that although Fangzheng's slap was ruthless, the thing in Park Mintae's stomach was indeed gone! As for the rest, they were all superficial wounds. All he needed to do was recuperate, so he was relieved. He stood up and said, "Abbot Fangzheng, since you aren't treating him, it's considered an admission of defeat. Do I still need to do anything? "
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