"What's going on? Who's about to die?"

Lin Yang's words startled everyone, including the doctors in the audience and the patients' families.

Even the judges on the panel were so surprised that they stood up.

Lin Yang pointed at a young man and spoke.

When everyone saw what the man looked like, they all fell silent.

Among the group of sickly patients present, the young man stood out quite a bit.

He had sharp eyebrows and bright eyes, a tall and straight figure, thick and bushy hair, and rosy and radiant cheeks. Apart from wearing glasses, he looked incredibly healthy.

In short, he doesn't look like someone who is about to die.

"Dr. Lin, did you point to the wrong person?"

One of the audience members asked in a low voice.

Lin Yang did not move, but pointed firmly at the young man, his fingers gently resting on the other man's pulse.

His expression was serious and calm.

The young man looked at Lin Yang with suspicion, not believing that the other man was talking about him.

He came here because of insomnia, and happened to learn about a medical competition that offered free treatment to anyone who participated.

If there's a bargain, why not take advantage of it?

Because of this mindset, the young man came here, thinking he was just going through the motions.

"You mean me?"

The young man pointed at himself and asked Lin Yang.

Although he was a little dizzy from lack of sleep, his mind was still clear.

Lin Yang nodded slightly, his expression unusually cold and serious.

"Dr. Lin, we know you want to win another game after winning one, but you can't just make things up!"

"This person has a rosy complexion and clear eyes; he doesn't look like someone who's about to die at all! Dr. Lin, could you be mistaken?"

"I told you long ago that babies should go home and nurse. How dare he call himself a miracle doctor at such a young age! He's just a charlatan!"

Amidst a chorus of doubts from the audience, Lin Yang's expression remained unchanged as he looked at the young man.

Do you often suffer from insomnia?

Loss of appetite?

"First, feel refreshed, with clear eyes and a sense of abundant internal energy!"

Lin Yang ignored the others present and frowned, looking intently at the young man opposite him.

The young man nodded with each sentence Lin Yang spoke.

"This is a sign of sudden death!"

Lin Yang looked serious, uttered a surprising statement, and spoke in a booming voice!

"What nonsense are you talking about! It's normal for people who die suddenly to have a rapid heartbeat, irregular heart rate, and blurred vision!"

"What do you mean someone might die suddenly while appearing energetic and with a rosy complexion!"

"I see you'll say anything to win!"

Old Wang shook his head slightly, his face showing that this young man was really eager for quick success and instant benefits.

Old Zhang also looked disappointed.

"I know you're thinking of curing those who die suddenly in advance to win this round, but the worst thing you can do in medicine is to be impatient for quick success."

As he spoke, Old Zhang stepped forward and gently helped the young man take his pulse.

Although the young man's pulse was somewhat weak, it was within the normal range, and there was absolutely no sign of impending death.

Life and death are major issues, so the judges who were originally sitting on the judging panel all came down and carefully took the pulse of the young man.

The lead judge took the pulse for a long time but couldn't figure anything out, so he shook his head at the three judges beside him.

At this moment, the family members and doctors in the audience also became restless, casting suspicious glances at Lin Yang.

Lin Yang coldly glanced at the crowd around him.

"If you're not skilled enough, don't endanger lives! Shut up, all of you!"

Old Zhang was startled by Lin Yang's gaze: "I've studied medicine for decades, and you, a mere child, have only lived a few years. If what you say is true, I'm willing to retire because my skills are not up to par!"

Old Zhang sneered as he spoke, "But I see that this person is very healthy."

Old Wang nodded in agreement.

"Sudden death isn't so easy to detect. If it were that easy, you'd win this round, and you'd win today's TCM competition!"

"I and Zhang Laoyuan wish to retire together!"

Lin Yang ignored what the two men were saying and focused on taking the young man's pulse, which appeared to be normal and stable.

Actually, there is blood stasis inside, which causes a slight feeling of emptiness.

His judgment is correct!

"You'll die suddenly in three seconds! Trust me, I'll treat you, otherwise... you'll die!"

Lin Yang's voice was icy, his eyes were like lightning, and his aura was overwhelming.

The young man's nonchalant smile vanished instantly, and he subconsciously nodded as he looked into Lin Yang's eyes.

Almost the instant he nodded, his face, which had been relatively healthy and rosy, turned deathly pale.

He was breathing through his mouth and nose, and his body was trembling so badly that he was about to collapse.

Almost instinctively, one of the judges who was standing nearby placed his hand under the young man's nose.

"She's out of breath!"

"What!"

The previously laughing and flustered crowd instantly descended into chaos.

"It's true! Someone's dying!"

"He's beyond saving, he's stopped breathing! There's no pulse either!"

Someone's dead!

The scene was in complete chaos, and Lin Yang, who was about to administer acupuncture, was distracted by the noise.

He inserted a needle into the man's chest to stabilize his pulse, then looked at the people around him.

His gaze was piercing, his eyes sharp, and his voice thunderous.

"Shut up! In all my years of medical practice, no Yama has ever dared to snatch anyone from my hands!"

As soon as Lin Yang spoke, the previously noisy crowd fell silent instantly.

Old Zhang and Old Wang snorted coldly, clearly still not believing it.

Seeing that the surroundings had finally quieted down, Lin Yang began to use his silver needle technique, a method he had created himself.

The needle tip will directly enter the patient's eight extraordinary meridians to activate the patient's potential!

He can bring someone back to life; as long as there is a trace of life left, Lin Yang can snatch the person back from the dead!

Lin Yang called this acupuncture technique the "Resurrection Needle"!

Lin Yang slapped the patient's chest hard with both hands, forming claws, and the silver needles in his hands were completely inserted into the patient's chest.

With the needle tip stimulating the patient's heart, Lin Yang made a fist with his left hand and struck the patient's forehead heavily.

The patient's consciousness was awakened, and the other hand inserted the needle into a special acupoint between the patient's feet.

His hand movements became faster and faster, so fast that even the afterimages were no longer visible.

Finally, half an hour later, just when everyone was disappointed by Lin Yang's failed treatment.

The patient opened his eyes!

"He's alive! A miracle doctor! Lin Yang is a true miracle doctor."

"Oh my god, I can't believe what I'm seeing! I'm seeing the dead come back to life!"

The man was still a little dazed when he opened his eyes. He felt a lump in his throat, as if something was stuck there, and he coughed lightly.

A bright red blood clot rolled out of his throat.

He was breathing heavily when he slowly sat up.

The judges finally came to their senses.

Everyone looked at Lin Yang with either surprise or delight, except for Old Wang and Old Zhang, whose faces were pale.

Lin Yang curled his lips indifferently, his icy gaze sweeping over Old Wang and Old Zhang.

"You've lost."