Chapter 84 One needle decides the fate, three rounds astound the world!
Lin Huaiyuan left the Golden Hall almost as if he were fleeing.
The conspiracies and humiliations he brought ultimately transformed into a celebratory salute to crown Su Wanqing.
The atmosphere in the entire venue reached a boiling point because of his departure.
All the Chinese representatives stood up and gave the warmest applause to the slender, aloof young woman on the stage.
Grandpa Yan, Minister Chen, and several other elderly people were so moved that their eyes welled up with tears.
They saw it, they saw the dawn of the resurgence of traditional Chinese medicine in this new era.
The foreign experts, on the other hand, were like a beehive that had been hit by stones, completely shattered.
Their faces were filled with shock, confusion, and almost fanatical inquiry as they buzzed around, repeatedly confirming the unbelievable test data.
Professor Anderson completely abandoned his pride as a Harvard expert.
Like a devout schoolboy, he followed behind Su Wanqing, asking questions in broken Chinese about the mysteries of "qi" and "meridians," his humility astonishing.
This exchange, which was intended to showcase the superiority of Western medicine, completely degenerated into a spectacle of Eastern medicine's miracles.
However, just when everyone thought the situation was settled.
A steady and powerful German male voice, delivered clearly through simultaneous interpretation equipment, resonated throughout the venue.
"Please be quiet."
The noisy hall fell into an eerie silence for a moment.
Everyone looked in the direction of the sound.
A tall, elderly German man with a full head of silver hair stood up from his seat in the delegation.
His face betrayed no age; every wrinkle exuded a strict sense of order, and his eyes were devoid of warmth, like those of a sophisticated medical instrument.
His name is Hans Schmidt, the chief surgeon at Charité Hospital in Berlin, and he is known as the "King of the Scalpel".
His hands are said to be more stable than those of the world's most sophisticated robots.
His status is far above Anderson's.
Hans slowly walked onto the stage. He did nothing but stand there, and the imposing aura he exuded made the air feel heavy.
He first bowed slightly to Su Wanqing, his posture impeccable.
Then, he picked up the microphone.
“Ms. Su, your treatment just now is the most incredible thing I have seen in my forty years of medical practice. I personally express my sincere admiration for you.”
The opening remarks were polite, but the tone suddenly became sharp.
"However, as a doctor who believes in data, I cannot call an inexplicable and unreplicable 'case' a successful medical practice. This does not prove that your 'Eastern medicine' is superior to modern medicine."
His words instantly resonated with all the Western experts.
That's right, it's a special case and it proves nothing!
Science is about universality and repetition!
"True medicine should be a formula that applies to all, rather than relying on the talent of a certain 'master' or some kind of ethereal 'qi'."
Hans stared directly at Su Wanqing, his gaze carrying the stubbornness and judgment characteristic of Germans.
"Therefore, I, Hans Schmidt, hereby formally challenge you and the Chinese medicine you represent to a public duel!"
Showdown!
These two words were like a thunderclap, exploding in the silent meeting room!
"We will select three patients with conditions recognized by modern medicine as 'intractable diseases'." Hans's voice was devoid of emotion, only cold, hard rules. "Both sides will conduct treatment simultaneously on-site. The entire world's media and experts will witness this. Whoever is safer and more effective will be the winner!"
This is no longer communication.
This is a head-on collision between two medical civilizations, where dignity is at stake!
Old Master Yan's face darkened instantly. This German is going too far!
Just then, a representative from Global Health Group, who was supposed to leave, quickly walked up to Hans and whispered something to him.
After listening, Hans nodded expressionlessly and picked up the microphone again.
“My challenge also represents the will of Global Health Group. They are willing to put a bet on this showdown.”
He looked at Su Wanqing, and his stern gaze revealed a hint of condescending pity.
"If Ms. Su loses, Global Health Group requires you to disclose the complete antidote formula for 'Xuanbing Sha' and serve as their technical advisor for life, cooperating with all their research."
This condition instantly froze the atmosphere in the room.
This isn't a gamble; it's blatant robbery!
They want to swallow Su Wanqing whole, along with her technology!
"What if you lose?"
Su Wanqing's cold voice finally rang out, calm and without a ripple.
Hans's lips curled into a proud smile.
“If I lose, I will personally acknowledge the limitations of modern surgery in public. At the same time, Global Health Group promises to donate a set of top-of-the-line medical equipment worth ten million marks to the Chinese Ministry of Health free of charge, and to issue a public apology to the Chinese medicine community!”
One wants to take away your core secrets and your lifelong freedom, while the other only wants to pay compensation and apologize.
This bet was fundamentally flawed.
All eyes were focused on Su Wanqing.
She was forced to the edge of a cliff, with nowhere left to retreat.
To agree is to gamble one's life and fortune on the other party's insignificant face.
If they don't agree, it means they have a guilty conscience, and the miracles they created will forever be labeled as "coincidences".
"Sister-in-law, don't agree! This is a trap!" Lu Yao, sitting below the stage, was so anxious that tears were about to fall.
Old Master Yan clenched his fists, preparing to stand up and reject this absurd provocation on her behalf.
However, Su Wanqing gently shook her head at him.
She felt nothing; in fact, she found it somewhat ridiculous.
Use a calculated strategy to force her to comply?
Unfortunately, in the face of absolute power, all schemes and tricks are just futile struggles.
Meeting Hans's determined gaze, and the worried, sympathetic, or gloating looks from the audience, she calmly uttered three words.
"Okay, I'll take it."
Three hours later, the Golden Hall was temporarily transformed into a huge duel arena.
A white line divides the world in two.
On the left is Hans's German tank.
A dozen top-notch doctors and nurses, pushing various sophisticated instruments that gleamed with a cold, metallic sheen, quickly set up a small, modern operating room. The atmosphere was tense and austere, filled with the precision and coldness of the industrial age.
On the right is Su Wanqing's Eastern Dojo.
A medical bed, an acupuncture kit, and a set of writing brush, ink, paper, and inkstone.
Apart from that, there was nothing there.
That ancient simplicity, set against the backdrop of the steel jungle opposite, exudes a masterful air of "simplicity is the ultimate sophistication."
Su Wanqing didn't even make any preparations; she just sat there quietly, closing her eyes to rest.
This stark visual contrast made countless people hold their hearts in their throats.
The first patient was wheeled in.
A French noblewoman, her face contorted in agony.
"The patient, Isabella, 53 years old, has had primary trigeminal neuralgia for over 20 years." Hans picked up the case file and confidently introduced, "No medication has been effective. The ultimate solution from Western medicine is 'microvascular decompression surgery'."
He pointed to a diagram of brain structure on the large screen.
"Simply put, it involves craniotomy. Locate the blood vessels compressing the nerves and separate them. The surgery is complex and extremely risky, but it's the only way to cure it completely."
Brain surgery!
A deep fear was evident in the noblewoman's eyes.
Hans' team immediately began the complex preoperative preparations: anesthesia, skin preparation, positioning... The preparation work alone was dazzling.
Meanwhile, Su Wanqing finally opened her eyes.
She asked the lady to sit down and then asked only three questions.
"Left or right?"
Does it worsen in cold weather or in heat?
"Is the pain burning, or stabbing?"
After a brief consultation, Su Wanqing understood the situation perfectly.
“On the left side, wind and cold obstruct the meridians, preventing the flow of Yang Qi, and causing pain due to obstruction.”
She took out three silver needles as thin as cow hair from her acupuncture kit.
“Relax, trust me,” she told the lady.
Under the close-up shots of countless cameras, Su Wanqing's wrist trembled.
A flash of silver light appeared, even faster than the camera's frame rate, and the first silver needle had already precisely pierced the noblewoman's left cheekbone acupoint.
Her fingers gently twirled, and an invisible golden current of energy slowly flowed into the needle.
"How does it feel?" she asked.
The lady was trembling with nervousness at first, but soon her eyes widened in surprise.
Instead of pain, the acupuncture site brought a warm sensation, like a small sun in winter, soothing her tormented nerves.
"Warm...so warm..."
Su Wanqing's lips curled slightly; this was the starting stance of the "Burning Mountain Fire" acupuncture technique.
Immediately afterwards, the second needle was applied to the Xiaguan acupoint.
The third acupuncture point is Hegu (LI4).
After the three needles were inserted, she made no further movements, simply standing quietly, as if time had stood still.
One minute, two minutes, five minutes...
The Hans team on the other side was still conducting complex craniotomy localization.
Meanwhile, a miracle has already occurred.
The wrinkles of pain on the noblewoman's face seemed to be smoothed out inch by inch by an invisible hand.
She cautiously and tentatively touched her left cheek.
That place was once a forbidden zone where even the slightest breeze caused excruciating pain.
But now...
"It doesn't hurt anymore..." she murmured to herself, her eyes filled with a sense of unreality.
She pressed harder, but it still didn't hurt!
"Mon Dieu!" The noblewoman grabbed Su Wanqing's hand suddenly, so excited that she was incoherent. "It really doesn't hurt anymore! For twenty years! This is the first time I haven't felt any pain! Are you an angel sent by God?"
As she spoke, tears of joy and relief streamed down her face.
The entire room fell silent.
If curing Tom was a coincidence, then this time, facing the most stubborn neuralgia, three silver needles, a few minutes, non-invasive, risk-free, and immediately effective!
This is no longer medical skill, this is a miracle!
For the first time, fine beads of sweat appeared on Hans's forehead.
In the first round, Su Wanqing won decisively.
The second patient was a member of the Middle Eastern royal family with a sallow complexion and edema all over his body, who was in a semi-comatose state.
"The patient, Abdullah, is 62 years old and in the end stage of chronic renal failure, with uremia." Hans's voice had lost its previous composure. "His only hope is a kidney transplant. Right now, we can only keep him alive through hemodialysis."
His team immediately brought up an extremely complex hemodialysis machine, ready to insert the cannula.
Everyone knows this is just an expensive way to prolong life.
It was Su Wanqing's turn.
She didn't use the needle again.
She took his pulse, examined his tongue, walked to the table, picked up her pen, and wrote a prescription.
The brushstrokes flowed like dragons and snakes, completed in one go.
After writing the prescription, she did not hand it over. Instead, she took out a pill the size of a longan and completely black from an old wooden box she carried with her.
A refreshing medicinal fragrance instantly filled the air.
"Huichuntang's secret recipe, Guyuan Dan." She only explained this one sentence before feeding the pill to the patient.
After doing all this, she took out silver needles and inserted them into several major acupoints on the patient's kidneys and mingmen, gently twisting them with an extremely gentle technique.
"Treat uremia with a single pill? That's child's play!"
"Chronic kidney failure is irreversible; this is common medical knowledge!"
Within the Western medicine camp, skepticism is rising.
Su Wanqing did something that surprised everyone.
She pointed to the state-of-the-art vital signs monitor next to Hans' team and said calmly, "Connect the probe and let the data speak for itself."
Hans hesitated for a moment, but did as instructed.
Soon, the screen displayed the patient's poor data, with creatinine and blood urea nitrogen levels, representing kidney function, appearing glaringly red.
Serum creatinine: 7.8 mg/dL. A number that is enough to pronounce a death sentence on the kidneys.
Time passed by, second by second.
Five minutes, ten minutes, twenty minutes...
The data remained completely unchanged.
The Western medical experts wore sneers of "I knew it" on their faces. Hans also secretly breathed a sigh of relief.
But at the thirtieth minute, something unexpected happened!
"Look! God! Look at that number!" a sharp-eyed doctor exclaimed in horror.
Everyone's eyes were glued to the screen!
The number representing the blood creatinine level, after a long period of stillness, suddenly jumped without warning!
7.8... became... 7.7!
Although it was only a decrease of 0.1, it meant that the patient's failing kidneys began to recover function on their own without any external intervention!
This completely overturns the ironclad rules of modern medicine!
"Impossible! This is absolutely impossible!" Hans rushed to the screen like a cat whose tail had been stepped on, his eyes bloodshot. "The instrument is malfunctioning! It must be!"
He personally checked the equipment and drew blood again for testing.
The result obtained is exactly the same as what is displayed on the screen!
Immediately afterwards, the numbers started to jump faster!
7.5!
7.2!
6.8!
...
Half an hour later, the patient's creatinine level had dropped to 6.5!
At the same time, the patient's originally sallow complexion regained a rosy hue, and his swollen eyelids trembled slightly, as if he was about to wake up.
The entire room fell silent.
If the first match was shocking, then this one is revolutionary.
Su Wanqing used a small pill to declare to the world that traditional Chinese medicine can not only treat pain, but also reverse organ failure!
Win the second game.
Hans's face had turned deathly pale.
The third patient was an American war veteran. He was as strong as an ox, but his eyes were empty and ghostly, and his hands trembled uncontrollably, like a caged wild beast.
“Post-war syndrome, PTSD.” Hans’s voice was hoarse. “He has been plagued by nightmares and hallucinations for a long time and has a strong tendency to commit suicide. Our plan is to inject high doses of sedatives and antidepressants and force him to sleep.”
This is a crude, superficial chemical shackle.
After being injected, the veteran quickly calmed down, his eyes glazed over, and he fell into a deep sleep, like a soulless shell.
It was Su Wanqing's turn.
She didn't use needles or medicine.
She simply took a small piece of black, resinous spice from the wooden box and lit it.
An indescribable, tranquil, and lingering fragrance instantly filled the air.
The fragrance was faint, yet it seemed to possess a strange magic, penetrating to the very marrow of one's bones and soothing all anxiety, tension, and unease. Those in the audience who smelled it felt an unprecedented sense of peace.
Su Wanqing had her staff bring the veteran, who was still struggling and resisting, to her.
She didn't touch him, but spoke slowly in a very light, gentle tone with a special rhythm.
"The war is over."
"You're safe."
"You're home."
"Those gunshots and artillery fire are just nightmares of the past. Look, there are no enemies here, only warm lights and people who care about you."
"Relax, exhale all the fear and fatigue from your body..."
Her words seemed to have a hypnotic power.
Under the combined effects of the "soothing incense" and the ancient "incantation technique," the manic old soldier's trembling body slowly, gradually relaxed.
The wariness and fear in his eyes gradually faded, replaced by a sense of confusion and a long-lost weariness.
He yawned.
Then, under the gaze of the whole world, he leaned back in his chair and slowly closed his eyes.
This time, there was no struggle, no pain. His breathing was steady and long, and the corners of his mouth, which had been taut for years, even turned up slightly, revealing a peaceful and contented smile like that of a baby.
He fell asleep.
For the first time in decades, I fell asleep so peacefully and naturally without the aid of any medication.
In the third round, the difference in skill was immediately apparent.
Three to zero.
A decisive and overwhelming victory with no suspense whatsoever.
Hans Schmidt stood there, utterly dejected.
His lifelong belief in medicine was utterly shattered today by this young woman from the East using three completely different, yet equally miraculous, methods.
He walked up to Su Wanqing and stood up straight.
Then, he raised his hands, which were hailed as "the best in the world," and bowed deeply to her.
This is a surgeon's highest tribute to another healer.
“I lost,” he said, completely convinced of his defeat. “I lost utterly. Ms. Su, you have shown me that there may be a wider world beyond the limits of science. Thank you for teaching me this lesson.”
He turned around and, facing all the media cameras in the room, announced, word by word:
"I, Hans Schmidt, on behalf of my team, concede utter defeat in this contest. From this day forward, I will re-examine and begin to study the great Chinese medicine."
The words fell.
The entire golden hall was initially deathly silent.
Immediately, thunderous applause erupted and lasted for a long time.
All the flashes were focused on that one and only figure on the stage.
Su Wanqing remained calm, meeting the gazes of the entire audience.
From this moment on, Traditional Chinese Medicine will no longer be seen as "witchcraft" or "placebo" by Westerners.
It will once again stand at the pinnacle of the world medical stage in a completely new and unparalleled manner.
And she, with a single needle, turned the tide and became famous overseas overnight.
Of course, in the shadows where the lights don't reach, the bloodthirsty beast that is Global Health Group will only become more ferocious because of this crushing defeat.
But there was no fear in Su Wanqing's eyes.
When soldiers come, generals will block them; when water comes, earth will dam it.
This war has only just begun.
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