The Almighty Martial Arts System - Chapter 299

In Jiang Fei’s view, even if Du Ziliang intended to cause trouble, he couldn’t possibly pose a threat to the Chinese Medicine Association. The Du family, having long withdrawn into silence, no longer held the influence they once did—no matter how prestigious they had been in the past, they were unlikely to make any significant waves.

But the very next day, before Jiang Fei could even leave the capital, deeply unsettling news broke.

A patient with a heart condition, who had been treated by renowned doctors from the Chinese Medicine Association during a free clinic two days earlier, had suddenly taken a critical turn!

According to examinations at a major hospital, the issue arose from the acupuncture performed by the association’s physicians—it was a misdiagnosis! This error had severely damaged the patient’s heart, worsening his condition and leaving him fighting for his life.

Upon hearing the news, Jiang Fei canceled his departure from the capital. He immediately found out which hospital the patient was in and rushed there without delay, hoping to understand the situation firsthand.

Regardless of what might be hidden behind this incident, regardless of the circumstances, and regardless of whether it was truly a misdiagnosis, the most urgent priority was to treat the patient and save his life!

As long as the patient recovered and was pulled back from the brink, everything else could be addressed. Saving the patient would not only fulfill their duty to him but also help restore the Chinese Medicine Association’s reputation. Otherwise, the consequences would be unthinkable!

Although Jiang Fei’s medical skills hadn’t yet reached the ninth level, he was already unmatched in his field, his abilities nothing short of miraculous. Coupled with his system for exchanging medicinal pills and access to all kinds of miraculous remedies, Jiang Fei was confident that as long as the patient wasn’t truly dead, he could save him!

Unfortunately, it seemed as though fate was playing a cruel joke on Jiang Fei, deliberately setting him up for failure. Despite rushing over as quickly as possible, he received a call from Cui Xuping just before arriving: the critically ill patient had failed to respond to treatment and had… passed away!

Jiang Fei’s face darkened immediately. He had been confident he could save a patient on the verge of death—snatching lives back from the jaws of death itself. But how could he possibly treat someone who was already dead?!

“Raising the dead and regenerating flesh” was nothing more than a saying, an exaggeration—who the hell could actually bring someone back to life?!

He wasn’t a deity!

And that wasn’t even the worst of it. Shortly after the patient’s death, the news spread, and swarms of reporters flooded into the hospital to investigate!

Clearly, this was an incident that could severely tarnish the Chinese Medicine Association’s reputation. It would lead people to question the scientific validity of traditional Chinese medicine, or at the very least, the efficacy of acupuncture.

Even though the patient had died, Jiang Fei hurried to the hospital to manage the crisis.

As soon as he arrived, he was surrounded by reporters eager to get his statement.

“Dr. Jiang, what are your thoughts on this medical incident?”

“Dr. Jiang, we’ve heard the patient died due to acupuncture performed by a renowned doctor from the Chinese Medicine Association. Does this mean there are flaws in acupuncture itself?”

“How does the Chinese Medicine Association plan to handle this situation and provide an explanation to the patient’s family?”

Questions came from all directions, and cameras and microphones blocked Jiang Fei’s path. Just as Cui Xuping and other key members of the association, their faces grim, prepared to shield Jiang Fei and keep the reporters at bay, Jiang Fei waved them off and allowed the reporters to approach.

With a grave and serious expression, Jiang Fei scanned the crowd before speaking. “I am deeply saddened by what has happened today. I assure everyone here, and the patient’s family, that we will thoroughly investigate this matter and provide a satisfactory answer! As for the scientific validity of traditional Chinese medicine and acupuncture—that is beyond doubt! No matter what occurs, we cannot dismiss the invaluable knowledge passed down by our ancestors! That’s all I have to say for now. I will provide a full update in a few days. Please, make way.”

After speaking, Jiang Fei pushed through the crowd of reporters and made his way to the room where the patient had died.

Since the patient was already dead, Jiang Fei knew he couldn’t bring him back to life. But he was determined to uncover the true cause of death.

He refused to believe this was a simple case of misdiagnosis. Every doctor in the Chinese Medicine Association was highly skilled and renowned—their expertise was beyond reproach. It was virtually impossible for them to make such a error!

This situation was far too suspicious, and Jiang Fei couldn’t help but suspect foul play.

“Which doctor treated this patient during the free clinic the day before yesterday?” Jiang Fei asked Cui Xuping sternly as they hurried down the hallway.

Before Cui Xuping could answer, a woman’s voice, filled with guilt and anxiety, spoke up. “It was me…”

Jiang Fei turned to look. It was one of the people he knew best in the Chinese Medicine Association—Lan Caijie, the most outstanding young disciple of the Fire God School, one of the three millennial schools. She was the young woman who always wore her hair in a ponytail.

Now, Lan Caijie hung her head, consumed by guilt and self-reproach. She looked up at Jiang Fei timidly and whispered, “I’m sorry, President… I never thought things would turn out like this.”

Jiang Fei had never doubted the competence of the association’s doctors and had no intention of blaming them. Seeing Lan Caijie like this only strengthened his resolve. He reassured her gently, “It’s alright. I’m not blaming you. Whether this was truly a misdiagnosis or not is still unclear. For now, tell me about the patient’s symptoms and the acupuncture techniques you used.”

Lan Caijie nodded, collecting herself as she recalled the details. “The patient was a middle-aged man in his forties. Whenever he experienced strong emotional fluctuations or overexertion, he would feel intense unease, accompanied by chest tightness, shortness of breath, insomnia, forgetfulness, dizziness, and tinnitus. These are clear symptoms of mild palpitations. I used a pattern-based treatment approach, applying the lifting needle technique. I primarily targeted the Heart Shu, Great Gate, Intermediary Courier, Spirit Gate, and Gallbladder Shu acupoints to help calm his mind and boost his energy.”

Jiang Fei nodded thoughtfully.

Based on Lan Caijie’s description, the patient’s symptoms did indeed align with mild palpitations. Her acupuncture technique was also correct—there were no errors in her approach.

Even if her methods weren’t as advanced as Jiang Fei’s Divine Needle Eight Techniques or the Cui family’s Ghost Gate Thirteen Needles, they should have alleviated the patient’s condition. At the very least, they shouldn’t have worsened it, let alone caused his death!

“Did you prescribe any medication for the patient?” Jiang Fei asked.

Lan Caijie shook her head quickly. “No. I only advised him to rest well, maintain emotional stability, and avoid extreme mood swings.”

Jiang Fei’s frown deepened.

This situation was problematic—very problematic indeed!

If Lan Caijie had prescribed medication, the prescription could be reviewed to determine whether it was appropriate. It would have been harder for anyone to falsely accuse her or the association.

But this time, no prescription had been issued—only acupuncture had been used. This meant Jiang Fei and the association had no tangible evidence to prove their diagnosis and treatment were correct. If someone was deliberately trying to frame them, Jiang Fei had no solid proof to defend themselves.

On the other hand, the accusers had undeniable evidence—the deceased patient’s body was the most compelling proof of all!

“You did everything correctly. Your treatment was not at fault. The patient’s death is not on you, so don’t blame yourself,” Jiang Fei reassured her.

He had never believed that a renowned doctor from the association could misdiagnose a patient. Now that he knew Lan Caijie was the one who had treated the patient, he was even more certain of it.

After all, Lan Caijie was one of the most talented young practitioners of the Fire God School. Jiang Fei had seen her skills firsthand during the association’s assessment conference and knew her capabilities well.

Her medical expertise was nearly on par with Cui Xuping’s!

How could a doctor of her caliber make such a basic error?

“But the patient’s condition did worsen, and now he’s dead,” Lan Caijie said anxiously, her voice trembling.

“That’s due to other factors, not your actions,” Jiang Fei said meaningfully, narrowing his eyes.

He didn’t elaborate further and soon arrived at the room where the patient’s body was kept. He personally examined the body. For doctors, diagnosing a patient typically involves checking pulses, observing complexion, eyes, tongue, etc. But once a patient dies, their heart stops beating, and their bodily signs change completely. It’s nearly impossible for a doctor to determine the cause of death from a corpse alone!

Only a forensic pathologist performing an autopsy might uncover some clues.

But Jiang Fei wasn’t ready to give up. As someone with a system, he held out hope that it might help him determine the true cause of death.

Unfortunately, without a heartbeat, Jiang Fei couldn’t check the patient’s pulse—and neither could his system. After pretending to examine the body for a while, he found nothing and had to admit defeat.

“Did you discover anything?” Cui Xuping and the others looked at Jiang Fei expectantly.

Although they knew it was nearly impossible for a doctor to determine anything from a dead body, Jiang Fei had surprised them too many times before. His medical skills were so extraordinary that they subconsciously viewed him as a miracle worker—someone who could do the impossible.

This time, however, Jiang Fei could only shake his head. “I didn’t find any clues. The patient died of heart disease. Even if we brought in a forensic pathologist to perform an autopsy, they likely wouldn’t find anything abnormal with his heart. This situation might be impossible to resolve…”

Forensic pathologists can determine causes of death like poisoning, stab wounds, or homicide, but pinpointing the exact issue in a heart disease-related death is nearly impossible.

Once a person dies, their blood stops flowing, and their organs undergo rapid changes. Without a beating heart, how can anything be determined?

So, the Chinese Medicine Association had no choice but to take the blame for this incident!

“Dammit! How could this happen?!” Cui Xuping, who was usually proud and composed, couldn’t help but swear in frustration.

Hearing this, Lan Caijie sank even deeper into guilt, her head nearly touching her chest, her eyes likely reddening.

Seeing her reaction, Cui Xuping quickly composed himself and explained, “Caijie, don’t misunderstand—I’m not blaming you. I’m cursing the bastard behind this who’s trying to frame us!”

Lan Caijie remained silent, still consumed by self-blame.

Jiang Fei sighed and patted her shoulder reassuringly. “Let’s leave the hospital for now. Don’t put too much pressure on yourself, and don’t doubt your skills or lose confidence. I’ll handle this matter and do everything I can to investigate it thoroughly and clear your name.”

Lan Caijie looked up, her eyes moist with tears. “Really?” she asked hesitantly.

Jiang Fei nodded firmly.

The group left the room and, once again navigating through the crowd of reporters, got into their cars. This time, Jiang Fei didn’t answer any questions.

There was no point in saying anything now. Even though he had complete confidence in Lan Caijie, others wouldn’t see it that way—and he had no way to prove it yet.

After seeing Lan Caijie off, Jiang Fei and Cui Xuping returned to the Chinese Medicine Association’s headquarters and went into Jiang Fei’s office for a private discussion.

“Jiang Fei, who do you think is behind this?” Cui Xuping asked.

Jiang Fei smirked coldly. “Given the timing, who else could it be? It has to be Du Ziliang from the Du family! Even without evidence, it’s obvious!”

Cui Xuping nodded, his expression dark and angry. “I think it’s that bastard too! I never expected that aside from poaching our members, he’d dare to pull such a shameless stunt. The Du family’s behavior hasn’t changed at all over the years!”

“The Du family?” Jiang Fei narrowed his eyes, a murderous glint in his gaze.

Before Jiang Fei became president of the Chinese Medicine Association, such an incident might have been manageable. But now that he was president, someone causing trouble like this was akin to slapping him in the face—and Jiang Fei wasn’t about to let it slide.

The Chinese Medicine Association was an organization he had invested effort into—it was a crucial vehicle for revitalizing traditional Chinese medicine. He would never let Du Ziliang destroy it so easily!