Liu Baohua was furious.
Why risk infection to travel all the way to Southeast Asia just to show off in front of the public?
Since Lin Yang is trying to steal the spotlight as soon as he arrives and is determined to oppose him, then he will not let Lin Yang succeed.
Beside him, Ouyang Jianfei also frowned, adopting the demeanor typical of an elder, and lectured, "Lin Yang, I already warned you at the station, but I didn't expect you to still be so incorrigible."
"Lieutenant General, don't listen to this kid's nonsense. What can a young man in his early twenties do? If he harms the General, none of us can bear the responsibility."
He absolutely must not let Lin Yang get close to the General.
If he were to actually be cured, wouldn't that make him look incompetent?
Liu Baohua shared the same idea.
If Lin Yang saves the general's life this time, it's equivalent to the general owing Lin Yang a favor. From now on, Lin Yang will have whatever he wants in Southeast Asia. How can the general compete with Lin Yang then?
"How do you know I'm no good before I've even made a move?"
Lin Yang looked at the two hypocritical people and sneered. He put his hands behind his back and pointed at the general on the ground whose face was getting worse and worse.
“If you won’t let me save him, then go yourself. If this drags on any longer, the General will die. You said it yourself, no one here can take on this responsibility.”
Anyway, if things really go wrong, it won't be his fault.
It's not that he didn't want to save them, it's that some people wouldn't let him.
"You, go!" The deputy general was already anxious and angry. Seeing Liu Baohua and Ouyang Jianfei's incompetence and their obstruction of Lin Yang's advance, he became even more furious. He glared at the two of them and softened his tone towards Lin Yang, "Since you say you have a way, then hurry up and do it."
"Let me make this clear: if anything happens to the General, you can forget about returning home!"
The general was a highly decorated and renowned general. Even a stomp of his foot or a cough would cause the entire royal family to tense up. If he were to die at the hands of a foreign doctor, the consequences would be dire.
To put it mildly, it's a medical malpractice case.
On a larger scale, it could potentially cause conflict between the two countries.
"My lord, you mustn't!"
Liu Baohua wanted to say something more, but the two soldiers behind the deputy general stepped forward and drew their swords. The sharp blades gleamed coldly in the sunlight, and the threat was self-evident.
Seeing this, Ouyang Jianfei dared not say anything more and suddenly his expression changed.
"Liu Baohua, since Lin Yang has already patted his chest and guaranteed that he can cure the General, why are you still stopping him? Do you really want the General to pass away?"
These words carried a hint of accusation against Liu Baohua.
Ouyang Jianfei quickly absolved himself of all responsibility, subtly placing himself on the same side as the deputy general.
Liu Baohua was taken aback and felt somewhat embarrassed, but he still forced himself to save face: "How could that be? I only stopped Lin Yang from seeking treatment because I wanted the General to be healthy."
"It's so noisy! Can't you see I'm about to treat the general? If you make a mistake because you're distracting me, who will be responsible?"
Lin Yang, confident and resolute, squatted down beside the general, pulled out a silver needle from his robes, tucked it between his fingers, and flicked his wrist lightly—
Several streaks of silver light flashed through the air, and the next second, all the silver needles were firmly inserted into the general's various acupoints, perfectly positioned and at just the right depth.
Behind him, the doctors from the Chinese Medicine Clinic changed their expressions drastically.
Is this a flying needle insertion into an acupuncture point?
"Wasn't it said to be lost? Where did Lin Yang learn it? My graduate advisor searched through thousands of ancient books but couldn't figure out the key to flying needle insertion. How did this young man in his twenties manage to do it!"
"It's fake, I don't believe it."
The other Western doctors from various countries also pointed and whispered about Lin Yang's retreating figure.
"What is this? Is it the legendary Traditional Chinese Medicine?"
"Forget about traditional Chinese medicine, this is clearly abusing patients and violates humanitarian principles!"
Ouyang Jianfei's face once again showed a disdainful expression.
What feudal superstition?
How is this any different from some backward and uncivilized areas where a shaman is called to a house to sing, dance, and chant sutras whenever someone gets sick?
People get sick because bacteria or germs multiply in their bodies, or because certain organs malfunction. It's not something that can be cured by simply pricking someone with a needle or drawing blood.
As Lin Yang moved, a dozen or so silver needles were neatly inserted into the general's body.
The deputy general and the line of soldiers behind him watched with bated breath, but dared not utter a sound, for fear of disturbing Lin Yang.
Lin Yang finally breathed a sigh of relief after all forty-nine silver needles had been inserted.
At this moment, his forehead was covered in sweat.
"Well……"
The general's complexion improved somewhat, and the intensity and frequency of his convulsions were no longer as terrifying as before.
He was panting heavily, and struggled a couple of times, seemingly trying to sit up.
The lieutenant rushed forward to help, but before his hand could even touch the general, another unexpected event occurred—
"Cough cough! Uh... cough!"
The general suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood, followed by a violent coughing fit, as if he were coughing up his internal organs. The more he coughed, the more blood he produced, soaking his clothes and the ground in a shocking sight.
The lieutenant was terrified. He froze, too afraid to step forward. He could only turn around and grab Lin Yang by the collar, cursing, "What's going on? Didn't you say you could cure the general?!"
"My lord, I told you long ago that this man was a fraud, but you didn't believe me. Look at him now, the General could have been saved, but look what he's done to him!"
Liu Baohua, always eager for a good show, quickly joined in, fanning the flames.
"I think Lin Yang has ulterior motives. We should lock him up and interrogate him to see if he has been paid by some country to come here as a spy and cause trouble."
That's quite a big hat!
Lin Yang sneered, his expression remaining unchanged and his voice extremely calm even as someone grabbed his collar.
"Can you blame me for vomiting blood? If it weren't for your respected Mr. Ouyang indiscriminately injecting the General with powerful antibiotics and adrenaline, the General's internal energy wouldn't be in such a state of turmoil!"
"What used to be a matter that could be resolved by vomiting two or three mouthfuls of blood is now going to take five or six times as long. Vice General, instead of questioning me, you should have your men prepare some blood-replenishing supplements to help the General recover."
The blood the general vomited was all "dirty blood".
Lin Yang had just used acupuncture to gather the impure energy in his body together.
Vomiting blood is simply a way of detoxifying.
"Even when death is imminent, you're still being stubborn!"
Seeing that the situation was settled, Ouyang Jianfei quickly stepped forward and stood up to "convict" Lin Yang.
That's fine.
At least after all this commotion, the general died at Lin Yang's hands, not at Ouyang Jianfei's, so his reputation wouldn't be ruined.
What he needs to do now is to shift all the blame onto Lin Yang.
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