This move immediately won praise from the onlookers, and even Mr. Jiang and others nodded slightly.
As Yan Hao concentrated and calmed himself down, he continued to twist the needle. An abnormal flush appeared on the patient's face, and a white mist rose from his head like a steamed crab.
Five minutes later, Yan Hao's forehead was covered with fine sweat, and he suddenly shouted, "Yangui!"
A mysterious wave came from the seven silver needles, and the patient's face changed dramatically. He opened his mouth and vomited. Someone had prepared a spittoon beside him and caught the filarial worms forced out by the fire needles.
Ding Ning's eyes suddenly lit up, and he clicked his tongue in wonder.
Yan Hao was just an ordinary person without True Qi, but he used the Seven Needles of Yangui to stimulate the fire elements between heaven and earth to warm the patient's meridians, which had the same effect as talismans. The Seven Needles of Yangui was really famous.
After vomiting, the patient seemed to be drained of all his energy. He was tottering, but his pale face became ruddy.
"Little King of Needles is really amazing."
"Yangui Hall deserves its reputation. It cured the latent filariasis in such a simple way."
"Little King of Needles really has real skills. Today, I've officially opened my eyes."
"I've always heard of Yangui Hall, but I've never been there. In the future, I'll definitely treat Yangui Hall."
"Little King of Needles is so amazing. Isn't King of Yan Needles even more amazing?"
…
The onlookers looked at Yan Hao with fanaticism in their eyes. No matter what his character was, people with real skills were worthy of respect.
Listening to the whispers of the crowd, Yan Hao was high-spirited and showed a touch of complacency on his face. He took a provocative look at Ding Ning, and at this moment, he was very confident about winning today's competition.
"Thank you, thank you, Little King of Needles. Thank you so much. I feel much better."
The patient felt much more comfortable than before, and repeatedly thanked Yan Hao with surprise on his face.
"You're welcome. Go back and have a good rest tonight. Tomorrow, go to our Yangui Hall to get two doses of medicine, and you'll be completely fine after taking them for a few days."
Yan Hao said with a pleasant face, with the demeanor of a master who hid his achievements and fame.
Yan Xun stroked the sparse beard on his chin, showing a gratified expression.
"Thank you, Little King of Needles. I'll leave now."
The patient thanked him profusely and was not in the mood to wait for the result of the competition. He decided to go back and have a good sleep. Tomorrow morning, he would go to Yangui Hall to buy medicine.
During this period of time, he had been tortured by this disease, but he had always thought it was lymphangitis, so he didn't take it seriously. He didn't expect it to be filariasis, which made him very scared.
"Wait!"
Ding Ning suddenly shouted, causing everyone to pay their attention to him.
"What are you doing?"
Yan Hao was feeling proud of himself and enjoying the admiring gazes of the crowd. Seeing that Ding Ning had stolen his limelight with one shout, he immediately glared at him.
Ding Ning ignored him. He slowly walked out and said to the patient, "You haven't recovered yet."
"Ding Ning, what nonsense are you talking about?"
Yan Hao jumped up like a cat whose tail had been stepped on. He shouted angrily, "I've forced the worms out. How could it not be cured? Don't mislead people with lies and ruin my reputation."
"Your reputation? What's the reputation of an irresponsible person like you? "
Ding Ning squinted at him and said unceremoniously.
"I haven't recovered? Impossible. I feel very comfortable now. "
The patient said with some fear. Although he felt that Little King of Needles was very powerful, Ding Ning's performance before made him feel that Ding Ning was not easy to deal with.
Yan Xun frowned and said unhappily, "Miracle-working Doctor Ding, are you deliberately nitpicking because you can't cure the girl's disease?"
"Yes, it must be so. Bullshit Miracle-working Doctor, you are envious, jealous, and hateful. You can't cure Xiao Yan's disease, so you find fault with me. You are really a loser."
Yan Hao cheered up and pointed at Ding Ning contemptuously.
Ding Ning raised his eyebrows, and a cold light burst out of his eyes. "I don't like being pointed at by others. Take your hand away immediately, or I don't mind making you lose a finger."
"You …"
Yan Hao was about to scold him, but he was frightened by the cold light in Ding Ning's eyes and retreated repeatedly. His face turned red, but he obediently put down his finger.
Then he thought that it was too shameful to be frightened by his one look in the eyes of so many people. Feeling angry, he was about to continue to point at Ding Ning, but he was frightened by the fierce eyes of Yagyuu Asamayu, who followed Ding Ning closely, and he retreated again and again.
"Mud can't stick to the wall!"
Yan Tong drank a glass of wine calmly and disdainfully commented. He did not have a good impression of Yan Hao.
Junior Sister Qingyun covered her mouth and chuckled, and her beautiful eyes sparkled. "That Little Miracle-working Doctor really has a breathtaking momentum."
"He is just a frog at the bottom of a well. If it weren't for the fact that our sect doesn't allow us to show our medical skills in this secular world, he wouldn't have the chance to bare his fangs and brandish his claws here. Humph, he even dares to call himself Little Miracle-working Doctor. He is not afraid of losing his tongue in the wind. This kind of person can only show off his power among the ants in the secular world."
Yan Tong curled his lip and said proudly. It was obvious that Junior Sister Qingyun was very interested in Ding Ning, which made him feel a little uncomfortable.
A hint of displeasure flashed in Junior Sister Qingyun's eyes. Originally, she admired Senior Brother Yan very much, but he was always showing off his superiority.
"The Holy Medical Family is very awesome, but you, Yan Tong, always call them the ants in the secular world. You care too much about my mood, don't you? I also come from the secular world. Are all the members of my father's family also ants? "
"Speaking of which, you, Yan Tong, are just born in the Holy Medical Family and have a higher starting point than others. If you stand on the same starting line as Ding Ning, can you compare with him?"
He was like a pampered childe born in a rich and powerful family, looking down at the people living at the bottom of the society with a condescending attitude, but once he lost all his family background, it would be a problem whether he could support himself or not.
This made Junior Sister Qingyun's original admiration disappear immediately, and she even had a faint sense of disgust in her heart.
Seeing that Junior Sister Qingyun remained silent, Yan Tong thought that she agreed with him very much, so he said in an old-fashioned way, "Junior Sister Qingyun, although you joined the sect late, you were born with the Body of Fire Spirit. As long as you calm down and meditate for a period of time, even if you can't catch up with my current realm, you will still be a god-like figure in the secular world, and those ants will worship you as a god."
Junior Sister Qingyun smiled noncommittally and didn't want to pay attention to such a conceited person like him anymore.
Although she called Yan Tong senior brother and had a little admiration for him before, it was only because she joined the sect late, her cultivation was lower than his, and her medical skills were just beginner.
But she was the last disciple of the Sect Master and belonged to the category of core disciples. Her future achievements could not be compared by an inner disciple like him at all. According to the sect rules, when he saw her, he had to take the initiative to salute and call her senior sister.
It was just that she was gentle and humble and didn't want to put on a high and mighty posture, so when she went home to visit her relatives, she insisted that he call her junior sister.
But she didn't expect that he would go too far. Not only did he call her junior sister, but now he even took advantage of his seniority to preach to her, which made her very uncomfortable.
Seeing that she didn't want to talk, Yan Tong smiled and said no more. He didn't notice the displeasure of Junior Sister Qingyun at all, and he was still thinking happily in his heart. Junior Sister Qingyun was the beloved disciple of the Sect Master, and she was very likely to inherit the position of the Sect Master in the future. This time, it was a great opportunity to protect her and go home to visit her relatives. If he could win her heart, he might be the husband of the Sect Master in the future because of his wife.
However, he soon hesitated again. Although the appearance of the Body of Ice Spirit was a little disappointing, as long as he could bring her back to the sect, she would definitely be the first candidate for the future Sect Master.
At that time, Junior Sister Qingyun's Body of Fire Spirit would not be so popular. Should he pursue Junior Sister Qingyun, who was as beautiful as a fairy, or pursue the Body of Ice Spirit?
He had seen the true face of Junior Sister Qingyun. Her peerless appearance made him fall in love with her at first sight, and he was shocked by her beauty.
Yan Tong sighed gloomily. "Unfortunately, I can't have my cake and eat it too. In order to become the husband of the future Sect Master, I can only give up the peerless beauty in front of me and pursue the ordinary-looking Body of Ice Spirit."
If Ding Ning knew Yan Tong's thoughts, he might laugh out of anger.
He took her to Yan Jing because he was pestered by Yagyuu Asamayu, and he was afraid that her beauty would cause unnecessary trouble, so he used the biomimetic skin on her and disguised her as an ordinary-looking woman.
But he didn't expect that she would be targeted even in this way. "It's really God's will. If it's a blessing, it's not a curse; if it's a curse, it can't be avoided."
"Doctor Ding, I don't know what you mean by saying that this patient has not been cured."
Yan Xun was afraid that Yan Hao really could not cure this patient and would be laughed at by the world, so he personally felt the patient's pulse, but he did not find any problem at all, so he immediately asked with an unkind face.
Ding Ning looked at him strangely. "This Yan Xun is really protective of his shortcomings. With such a character and medical skills, does he deserve to be called a famous doctor?"
He did not have a good impression of Yan Xun. Since Yan Xun took the initiative to ask for a slap in the face, Ding Ning naturally would not be polite. With drooping eyelids, he said sarcastically, "Doctor Yan is known as the King of Yan Needles with Magical Hands, and you naturally have extraordinary achievements in acupuncture, but your diagnostic skills? I don't dare to compliment you. "
"What do you mean?"
The older, the wiser. If Yan Hao heard such sarcasm, he would definitely be furious and shout curses, but Yan Xun was so kind that he had long been invulnerable to swords and spears. Even if his lungs were about to explode, he still kept his face calm and asked calmly.
Most of the people present looked at Ding Ning with some displeasure. They did not like Yan Hao's arrogance, but the prestige of the King of Yan Needles in Yan Jing was still very high.
Many people who had received his kindness immediately became indignant. "This little doctor from Ninghai is too arrogant, isn't he?"
"Even if your medical skills are excellent, given Yan Xun's age, even if you don't call him the King of Yan Needles, you should call him Mr. Yan."
"Well, everyone knows that you are now enemies, so it is barely acceptable to call him Doctor Yan, but you ridiculed Yan Xun's diagnostic skills with sarcasm. You are too arrogant!"
Even the faces of several TCM masters behind Mr. Jiang darkened. Although they might not have any friendship with Yan Xun, their medical skills and reputations were similar, and they were people at the same level.
Ding Ning mocked Yan Xun mercilessly, just like mocking them, which made them feel that they were bound by a common enemy. If Ding Ning could not give them an answer that convinced them, even if Mr. Jiang admired him, they would never let him go.
"Doctor Yan, you have been practicing medicine for so long. Don't you know that latent filariasis has an incubation period? Although Yan Hao forced the filariasis out of the patient's left calf leg with acupuncture, it does not mean that there are no microfilariasis in other parts of the patient's body. Are all the doctors in Yangui Hall so irresponsible as to treat patients? "
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