Song Yan learned from Xu Pingzhi that Doctor Zhao was Huang Guofu's student.

To be honest, Song Yan felt that Dr. Zhao's character was a hundred times better than Huang Guofu's.

Dr. Zhao knew that Song Yan was only a freshman, and Gu Yansong even said that Song Yan didn't know acupuncture.

It's fine to say you don't know normally, but it's quite embarrassing to say you don't know now.

Dr. Zhao stood up: "Teacher, may I take this patient?" In public, they don't call each other "master," they call each other "teacher."

Given his qualifications and age, even Han Lao's youngest apprentice couldn't compare to him. Therefore, Song Yan is unnecessary.

If Song Yan has no choice but to compete, losing to him is not shameful.

Comrade Xiao Huang: "I want to treat this patient."

“Give this child a chance!” Huang Guofu said.

Since Huang Guofu had already said that, Dr. Zhang had nothing more to say.

Song Yan smiled at Doctor Zhang. From Huang Guofu's perspective, it was a smile directed at him.

Huang Guofu: It won't do you any good if you smile at me 100 times. You're Lao Han's apprentice, so you're just unlucky.

"Senior Brother Xu, you're too old. He could be your son. You look terrible compared to him."

Senior Brother Chen, you're not to be outdone. If you were to compete with him, people would laugh at you for bullying the weak.

"If that's the case, then I'm the only one left!" Song Yan pointed to his own nose.

Anyone can see that this is an unfair competition.

Song Yan: "My teacher said my talent is beyond that of ordinary people. If you're sure you want to compete with me, you'll suffer."

Song Yan was telling the truth; in Huang Guofu's and his grandson's eyes, Song Yan was arrogant.

In just a short while, someone brought over sterilized acupuncture needles.

Wasn't this all premeditated?

“Master, let me do it!” Song Yan said deliberately.

Old Han: "To study medicine, you need to be diligent, hardworking, bold, and meticulous. In fact, there is also talent."

A sharp mind is a gift. If your mind doesn't work, all your efforts will be in vain.

Huang Guoqing, your grandson started learning medicine at the age of eight, while my apprentice has been learning medicine for less than four years.

I'll show you her talent today.

Huang Guofu never expected that Lao Han, who was usually not one to argue, would actually expose his grandson's secrets this time.

After Lao Han said that, even if Huang Guofu's grandson won, it wouldn't be anything special.

Huang Guofu is very cunning and shrewd. "Old Han, Old Han, I think you've misunderstood."

We're just exchanging ideas and learning from each other. My grandson gets itchy hands whenever he sees a patient, and he happens to be about the same age as your apprentice.

If it's not suitable to spar, then don't spar.

"Our priority is the patient, and treating their illness is our primary concern, isn't it?"

"Old Huang, you're right. We should prioritize the patient's well-being."

"When a patient is in front of me, my goal is to treat them, and their safety is my top priority. It's not about competing or winning," Song Yan said.

Huang Guofu choked on his words. How dare Song Yan lecture him?

Song Yan kept observing the patient in front of him. His face showed pain and fear; he was probably suffering from both a headache and fear.

So what is he afraid of? It must be that he feels his skills are inadequate, and he's afraid. This doesn't make sense. If he were afraid, he wouldn't have asked me to perform acupuncture on him, but he didn't show any sign of refusing.

Song Yan finished the preparations while talking.

While Song Yan was speaking, she placed her hand on the old man's wrist to take his pulse. He had a terrible headache.

Song Yan knew everything else.

Without offering any polite greetings, Song Yan disinfected the area and immediately inserted the needle—two needles, three needles…

At the same time, Song Yan also spoke up: "Old comrade, I'm from the First Affiliated Hospital. You should pay me for the acupuncture treatment, and then I'll go to our hospital to pay."

You can't pay the fees to the Second Affiliated Hospital! I'll still ask you for the money if you do.

"What? Why do I have to pay?" The patient was about to stand up.

Song Yan had considerable strength in his hands, and the old man couldn't stand up.

"Old comrade, you must be joking! Going to the hospital for treatment doesn't cost money? Who told you that?"

"You're so old, do you really believe such a thing exists? Have you ever heard of it before?" Song Yan asked.

"He's the one who said he called me here today, saying he wanted to treat my headaches and let me practice my skills. That's why he won't charge me."

With these experienced experts overseeing things, it's just a matter of getting pricked one by one; it might hurt a little, but nothing serious will happen.

"Later, he'll find the most famous traditional Chinese medicine doctor to treat my headache with acupuncture. It'll all be free." The old man pointed to the doctor who had brought him there.

Xu Pingzhi and the others did not expect that Song Yan could expose their trickery with just one sentence.

Song Yan spoke, but his hands didn't stop. Senior Brother Xu handed over the needles in time, and now more than twenty needles had been inserted.

Song Yan asked a question that shouldn't be known to everyone, which distracted Comrade Huang and slowed him down.

"Comrade Xiao Huang, you were distracted during the acupuncture; your speed was too slow," Song Yan said.

Actually, it doesn't matter how fast or slow the needle is inserted now; Song Yan just wants to disrupt his mind.

Comrade Xiao Huang glanced over at Song Yan and saw that Song Yan had already been pricked with needles. Comrade Xiao Huang, who was already somewhat flustered, became even more anxious.

“Comrade Xiao Huang, you’re not calm! Look, your hands are shaking. You can’t do acupuncture in this state,” Song Yan said.

"Shut up! It's none of your business to lecture my grandson." Huang Guofu was furious. Song Yan's few words had already disrupted his grandson's concentration.

Actually, it might not have been a matter of just a few words; Song Yan's technique was too skilled, and his speed was too fast. That's why his grandson couldn't stay calm.

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