After Being Betrayed, I Awakened the Divine Doctor's Legacy

Lin Yang once saved his wife at the cost of his own legs, only to be met with heartless betrayal, plunging him into an abyss.

Yet heaven did not let him perish, as he acquired the legacy of a...

Chapter Seventy-Two: The First Patient

After uttering one last threatening remark, Liu Baohua turned and left.

Only then did Lin Yang slowly open his eyes, his face terribly cold.

When asking the person in charge to organize the competition, Lin Yang specifically emphasized that fairness and impartiality must be guaranteed, the medicinal materials must be inspected, and no medical techniques other than those of traditional Chinese medicine should be allowed.

If that's the case, the probability of the Chinese Medicine Clinic becoming his defeated opponent is almost 100%.

Liu Baohua himself was well aware of this, yet he still appeared in the lounge with an overbearing air, threatening him with an air of certain victory. There must be something fishy going on behind the scenes.

Based on Lin Yang's understanding of Liu Baohua, he most likely bribed the staff behind the scenes.

"No, we absolutely cannot let him succeed."

Lin Yang narrowed his eyes, made up his mind, and took out his phone from his coat pocket to call the head of the rescue center while there was still some time before he officially went on stage.

"Manager, please urgently replace a batch of medicinal herbs for the competition. The batch we prepared before may have been tampered with. To ensure the smooth running of the competition, we must replace them all!"

The person in charge was stunned when he received Lin Yang's notification.

Was something sabotaged?

That's impossible!

To ensure everything goes smoothly, all staff members for this competition are from within the rescue center.

If this can be tampered with, wouldn't that indirectly prove that there are traitors in the rescue center?

The person in charge tensed up instantly at the thought of this possibility: "Mr. Lin Yang, are you sure there's a problem with the medicinal herbs used in the competition? This is a serious matter, not something to be taken lightly."

"Then let's give it a try."

Lin Yang already had a plan in mind.

He told the person in charge his plan in detail. The person in charge nodded repeatedly after listening. While admiring Lin Yang's logical thinking, he did not dare to delay and immediately made arrangements after hanging up the phone.

Half an hour later, as the staff and host proceeded with the process, the free clinic competition officially began.

The rules are simple.

The International Rescue Center selected ten ordinary residents from impoverished families suffering from serious illnesses as competition participants. Lin Yang and the Chinese Medicine Clinic simultaneously provided treatment plans, and then they took turns putting them into practice. The judges from the Rescue Center scored the participants based on their performance, and the one with the higher score won.

The hall was packed with people, and under countless gazes and spotlights, Lin Yang walked onto the stage and sat down.

Across from them, Liu Baohua and the three carefully selected traditional Chinese medicine practitioners had already taken their seats, each dressed in a suit and tie, their hair meticulously styled with hair gel.

Those who know, they came to participate in the free clinic.

Anyone who didn't know better would think they were here to participate in some kind of talent show.

In the center of the hall, under the watchful eyes of everyone, the host announced loudly into the microphone: "Now, both contestants have entered the arena. Please allow me to introduce them to you—"

"To my left is Dr. Lin Yang from Zhongxing Medical Center, and to my right are Dr. Liu Baohua, Dr. Guo, Dr. Li, and Dr. Wang from Zhonghua Traditional Chinese Medicine Center."

"On the judges' panel are the well-known medical expert Ouyang Jianfei, TCM doctor Liu Guoquan, and Zhao Kai, the president of the TCM Research Institute."

Lin Yang frowned slightly.

Today is a free clinic for traditional Chinese medicine practitioners. Ouyang Jianfei specializes in Western medicine. What is he doing here?

The question had barely arisen in Lin Yang's mind when he found the answer.

It must be that brat Liu Baohua's doing again.

Is this why he is so confident of winning?

No, that's not right.

Although Ouyang Jianfei has a very high reputation, this scoring takes into account the opinions of most judges, and he alone cannot completely influence the outcome of the competition.

Moreover, Ouyang Jianfei had made remarks detrimental to traditional Chinese medicine on many important occasions in his early years, and the other two judges were more or less dissatisfied with him, so it was unlikely that they would collude with each other.

Reporters in the audience noticed something was wrong.

However, given Ouyang Jianfei's status and position, and the fact that the referee list was officially determined by the International Rescue Center, they dared not openly criticize him on his turf and could only mutter their complaints to themselves.

"This competition was organized by the International Rescue Center and aims to promote medical knowledge and care for public health..."

The host's passionate voice resounded throughout the hall, officially kicking off the free clinic.

The first patient treated at the free clinic was an uncle from a remote rural area. Due to long-term overwork, he had developed bone deformities, which not only caused him unbearable pain, but also made him walk in an abnormal posture and unable to carry heavy objects, seriously affecting his daily life.

For more than a decade, the man visited many hospitals, most of which said the deformity was too severe to be cured. A few large hospitals offered surgical treatment options, but the success rate was less than 50%, and there was a high possibility of long-term sequelae.

The moment the middle-aged man appeared, he drew sighs from the crowd.

Even the most experienced referees couldn't help but furrow their brows deeply.

He was only in his forties, but his back was already hunched over like a boiled shrimp. At first glance, it looked like he was carrying a huge tortoise shell on his back, which made his height of over 1.7 meters appear as 1.5 meters. He walked with a swaying gait, looking quite pitiful.

With the host's help, the man struggled to his feet, took the microphone, and looked weary. Instead of launching into a long tirade of complaints and pleas for help, he simply sighed.

He first thanked Lin Yang and the others for their kindness, then said with a wry smile that he didn't ask for anything else, only that his suffering could be reduced so that he could do more farm work in the future and earn money to support his family.

Lin Yang looked her up and down for a while, and his heart ached.

Economic backwardness not only brings suffering to the country, but also to millions of ordinary people.

Judging from this man's symptoms, if he had received treatment earlier or done less heavy physical labor, his condition would be much better now.

After introducing the background of the uncle's illness, the two sides proceeded to the stage of developing a medical plan.

Lin Yang took the whiteboard from the staff member, lowered his eyes and wrote two words in a flourish, then turned the whiteboard face down and waited for the other party to reply.

His movements were so fluid, taking only about ten seconds, that the middle-aged man was stunned and sighed.

Indeed, he was already terminally ill, unable to afford the medical bills, and didn't expect these doctors offering free medical consultations to come up with any good solutions.

It's understandable that Lin Yang would give up on treatment after just one glance at him.

Who told him to be poor?

The host stood there awkwardly, unsure of what to say to exonerate Lin Yang. He could only pretend he hadn't seen anything and steer the conversation to the side of the Chinese Medicine Museum's queue.

Liu Baohua and the other three doctors were seen discussing for a while with their heads down, their faces tense.

Then, they straightened up, picked up the whiteboard on the table, and began to answer, writing a long paragraph that looked to be at least three hundred words long.

There was a lot of discussion in the audience.

"That's the attitude a doctor should have. Regardless of whether it can be cured or not, you have to try your best."

"That's right, what is Lin Yang up to? Does he even care about the patients' health?"