Chapter 933: Royal Spirit Divine Needles
Lin Tian held the microphone and said to the audience below: "This round is about the four diagnoses. To be honest, I also think Mr. Zhao’s diagnosis is more detailed, and no one would disagree with me, right?"
"No one disagrees!" The voices from the audience soared into the sky, as if they wanted to scatter the clouds above.
"Actually, it doesn’t matter if someone disagrees. Although this is the Celestial Dragon Continent, it’s not a monologue here. If you have different opinions, feel free to voice them. If you’re afraid your voice is too weak for anyone to hear, you can come up here on stage and debate with the most professional old ancient medicine practitioners present."
After saying this, Lin Tian put down the microphone and looked at the audience, repeatedly glancing at the spot where the teachers and students from Xiaocheng Medical College were seated. He seemed to be waiting for them to come up.
As Lin Tian’s words fell, the audience gradually fell into silence, and everyone’s gaze seemed to become a beam of light, all focused on the position of Xiaocheng Medical College.
Everyone’s eyes were like spotlights, making the whole focus be on them.
Immediately, the teachers and students from Xiaocheng felt their cheeks burning and as if they were sitting on pins and needles.
They felt as if the gaze from these people of Celestial Dragon Continent carried ridicule. Obviously, they had lost, so why were they still being watched like animals in a zoo?
In reality, Lin Tian didn’t mean it that way; if he could read minds, he’d feel unjustly accused.
I’m clearly giving you a chance to explain yourselves, aren’t I?
Being a good person is really hard.
Hua Dongxu didn’t want to make his compatriots uncomfortable, so he spoke up first: "No need, I admit defeat in this round."
He had one more sentence that he left unsaid: In the next round, I will definitely win!
The reason he didn’t say it out loud was to leave himself a bit of dignity.
Lung disease is hard to treat, but constipation is simply too easy; just a few needles and it takes effect immediately. And as for Zhao Xuefeng? Insomnia and stomach problems are hard to cure in a short time without adequate adjustment, the difficulty is just too great.
"The second round is treatment. Nowadays, the hospitals in Celestial Dragon Continent are mostly Western medicine. Why? It’s because people think it’s convenient, scientifically effective, and fast, whereas ancient medicine is the opposite, so it can’t compete in the market."
"Actually, people don’t understand ancient medicine; it is our Celestial Dragon Continent’s treasure, used for thousands of years, how could it be as superficial as they think? Ancient medicine can also be very fast, even faster than Western medicine."
After Lin Tian finished speaking, he took a step back and said: "Teachers, please start the second round of competition now, any questions?"
"No." Zhao Xuefeng gently shook his head.
"I also have no questions." Hua Dongxu immediately replied.
"Then please, both of you, begin." Lin Tian said, taking a few steps back and leaving the stage to the two of them.
In his eyes, whether it’s stomach problems or constipation, they’re just very simple minor ailments. A few acupuncture needles, with the aid of some Spiritual Qi, it’s just a breeze to handle. As for insomnia, it’s even easier—even without needles, just a light press with Spiritual Qi and the patient will immediately sleep sweetly.
Hua Dongxu instructed Meng Nan to stay seated and not to move around and that would be enough to cooperate with him.
Next, Hua Dongxu took out a neatly arranged box of silver needles from his pocket.
Lin Tian, with his sharp eyes, could see the details of the silver needles from afar.
Long and short, thick and thin, each needle’s tip had different degrees of sharpness, and some of the needles even had tiny patterns.
Moreover, the handles of these needles were made with a special insulating and heat-resistant metal, a very rare metal called Emperor’s Iron in the "Tyrant Emperor’s Record", whose main purpose is to keep Spiritual Qi condensed and intact, making it very rare for Cultivators.
Without needing to count them carefully, Lin Tian knew there were 108 of these silver needles.
The number sounds quite a lot, and many even looked very similar; perhaps in Zhao Xuefeng’s eyes, he couldn’t even tell what some of these needles were for.
But Lin Tian didn’t think so, because the more intricate something is, the more it’s worth delving into. In the "Tyrant Emperor’s Record", this set of silver needles is called the ’Imperial Spiritual Divine Needles’". It was developed after thirty years of research by 360 Imperial Physicians in the palace when silver needles were just becoming common across the Celestial Dragon Continent.
The single use of the ’Imperial Spiritual Divine Needles’ is not significant, but their main function is in their interconnected effect.
When these silver needles are inserted into the body’s acupuncture points and imbued with Spiritual Qi, it triggers this interconnected effect, as if arranging a formation in the body, making acupuncture achieve twice the result with half the effort.
Nowadays, probably not many people recognize this set of needles. At least Zhao Xuefeng and those old ancient medicine practitioners on-site wouldn’t recognize them, since they might have never even heard of these needles.
Lin Tian’s heart warmed up; this is a treasure, a priceless artifact!
But how did this treasure end up in Xiaocheng’s territory? And in Hua Dongxu’s hands?
And recently, the Zhuge Clan from Sakula Country, also attempted to claim fifty pieces of ancient treasures from the Celestial Dragon Continent as their own. If it weren’t for me, those treasures would have ended up outside the nation, unaffiliated.
"This set of ’Imperial Spiritual Divine Needles’ must be taken back!" Lin Tian quietly said to himself.
These originally belonged to the Celestial Dragon Continent; there’s no reason for them to be lost outside, especially not in the hands of someone who doesn’t understand them.
Observing Hua Dongxu’s pattern of selecting needles, Lin Tian could tell this guy had no clue about the true function of these silver needles; he was using this set of divine needles as if they were regular silver needles.
If you had to force Hua Dongxu to say what makes this set of divine needles different from ordinary silver needles,
his answer should be that this set of silver needles is a work of art!
Indeed, this set of silver needles, whether in craftsmanship or decoration, even its style, is an extremely advanced work of art, one that everyone would love.
Imagine, a mere silver needle, not much thicker than a hair; even if the handle has a two-millimeter diameter, the difficulty of engraving exquisite patterns on it is beyond imagining.
The reason he carries it around is mostly for... the prestige.
While Lin Tian was in a daze, Hua Dongxu had already taken out several silver needles of varied lengths and began treating Meng Nan.
Lin Tian sat on the side, speechless, shouting in his heart: "What a waste of heavenly resources! What a waste of heavenly resources! These divine needles in the hands of these Longmen Continent ingrates would be better suited to accompany the burial of ancient medicine sages!"
No wonder Lin Tian was angry; this guy was truly treating these divine needles as ordinary silver needles, pulling them out casually and starting to use them after merely disinfecting them with alcohol.
Lin Tian genuinely wanted to go up there and scold him.
Do these needles even need disinfecting?