The Almighty Martial Arts System - Chapter 300

The news about a renowned Chinese Medicine Association doctor allegedly causing a patient’s death through acupuncture spread far more widely and rapidly than anyone could have anticipated, almost overwhelming in its intensity. Almost overnight, newspapers, television, and the internet were flooded with reports about the incident, sparking a massive public outcry. Countless people began questioning the Chinese Medicine Association and the scientific validity of traditional Chinese medicine.

It’s important to remember that every doctor in the Chinese Medicine Association is a renowned expert, a standout in the field of traditional Chinese medicine, with exceptionally high levels of skill. So, if even such a distinguished physician could misdiagnose a case and fatally harm a patient, it’s not hard to imagine what that implies.

If a famous doctor can cause a patient’s death, how can we trust ordinary practitioners of Chinese medicine? Is it still reliable?

Especially since someone—no one knows who—leaked that the attending physician in this case was Lan Caijie, the outstanding young disciple of the Fire God School, one of the three millennial schools. This revelation sent shockwaves through the public.

One of the three millennial schools! These institutions represent the most authoritative bodies in traditional Chinese medicine, even more influential than families like the Cui family.

And yet, a top disciple from such a school turned out to be a “quack”?

As a result, not only was the Chinese Medicine Association’s headquarters surrounded by hordes of reporters, but the address of the Fire God School was also uncovered by these “resourceful” journalists through some channel. They swarmed the place, eager to interview both Lan Caijie and Yu Ruzhi, the leader of the Fire God School.

After initially granting a few interviews and explaining the situation to reporters in much the same tone Jiang Fei had used, Yu Ruzhi grew weary of the incessant attention and decided to temporarily leave the Fire God School’s headquarters to avoid the spotlight.

In a beautifully scenic villa located just outside Beijing’s Third Ring Road…

After returning from the hunting grounds, Jiang Fei had temporarily settled Simba and the eagle here instead of bringing them into the city center. Bai Ruoxi’s studio apartment wasn’t exactly suitable for housing two such large animals.

As it turned out, since the misdiagnosis incident, Jiang Fei hadn’t returned to Bai Ruoxi’s place either.

By now, he was undoubtedly a prime target for the media, and his every move was likely being monitored. If he went back to Bai Ruoxi’s apartment, she might easily get dragged into the situation.

Since Bai Ruoxi was now something of a public figure herself, being associated with this scandal would undoubtedly cause her a great deal of trouble.

A Porsche Cayenne pulled up outside the villa.

Out stepped a woman wearing a subtly retro-style qipao that accentuated her curvaceous, mature figure—a woman so vibrant she seemed like a ripe peach ready to burst with juice at the slightest touch.

This was none other than Yu Ruzhi, the enchanting leader of the Fire God School, whose every smile and glance could captivate a crowd.

She had come here to see Jiang Fei.

“You’re here?” Jiang Fei glanced up from playing with Simba, noting the unusually hurried pace of Yu Ruzhi. This composed, shrewd woman, adept at both overt and covert strategies, rarely showed such visible concern.

“President Jiang, how can you still have the leisure to play with your dog at a time like this!” Yu Ruzhi shot him an exasperated look, frowning as she asked, “Have you come up with any good solutions to handle this situation?”

Jiang Fei stood up and sighed. “What good solutions are there? Right now, our main priority is to appease the victim’s family. Whatever conditions they propose, we have to agree. Even if the mistake wasn’t ours, we still have to clean up this mess.”

“We definitely need to compensate the victim’s family and handle the fallout,” Yu Ruzhi said coldly, a sharp glint in her eyes. “But are we just going to let this slide?”

“Let it slide?” Jiang Fei shook his head, his expression turning serious. “Do I look like some broad-minded, benevolent saint to you? Using underhanded tactics against our Chinese Medicine Association is one thing, but the Du family, as a traditional Chinese medicine dynasty, has no bottom line whatsoever. They lack medical ethics and treat human life with utter disregard. People like that don’t deserve to be doctors!”

“But what can we do? We have no evidence to prove the Du family was behind this,” Yu Ruzhi said, her brow furrowed.

“Evidence is something people find,” Jiang Fei replied. “If you don’t want to be found out, don’t do it in the first place. Since they’ve meddled in this, no matter how well they’ve covered their tracks, there’s bound to be a slip-up. Don’t worry, I’ve already sent people to investigate. We should have results soon.”

“Investigate? How? The patient’s body didn’t reveal anything, and it’s already been cremated,” Yu Ruzhi pointed out.

“Some evidence doesn’t require the patient’s body to be found,” Jiang Fei said, a cold smile tugging at the corner of his mouth.

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At another secluded villa in the Beijing suburbs…

This was a secret stronghold of the Du family. As a traditional Chinese medicine dynasty comparable to the Cui family, the Du family possessed exceptional medical skills, including the mystical Turtle Eight Method, which was on par with the Ghost Gate Thirteen Needles. Even after years of withdrawal from the Chinese Medicine Association, they were far from obscure. If not exactly wealthy enough to rival nations, their fortune was still substantial.

This was why Du Zikang had such a playboy aura and drove luxury cars like an Aston Martin.

“Haha! This is so satisfying! Absolutely thrilling! I bet that bastard Jiang Fei is as frantic as an ant on a hot pan right now, completely overwhelmed!” Du Zikang laughed heartily from the sofa, as if he had successfully exacted revenge and vented his anger.

Flicking the ash from his cigarette, he took a deep drag and exhaled with a look of post-climax satisfaction. “I’d really love to see the expression on that guy’s face now. I wonder if he can still act as arrogantly as before! Brother, your methods are truly impressive. I’m really in awe!”

Du Zikang looked at Du Ziliang with admiration.

A faint smile played on Du Ziliang’s lips. “My methods? What methods are you referring to?”

“Of course, I’m talking about this incident with the Chinese Medicine Association. After this, not only is Jiang Fei in deep trouble, but I think this medical association is finished too. Their reputation is completely ruined!” Du Zikang chuckled.

After a moment, he asked, puzzled, “But if the Chinese Medicine Association really collapses and its influence diminishes greatly, won’t this also deal a huge blow to the entire field of traditional Chinese medicine? If the Chinese Medicine Association falls, and our Du family establishes a new organization, will the public really trust us? I doubt they’ll believe in us either.”

Du Ziliang’s smile remained faint, but his eyes narrowed slightly.

He suddenly realized that although his “dear brother” could be foolish at times, his intelligence wasn’t actually low.

He could not only see the immediate situation but also look beyond it to understand long-term developments.

That was right.

This medical incident wouldn’t just finish off the Chinese Medicine Association—it would also deal a massive blow to the entire field of traditional Chinese medicine, causing significant damage. The Du family, as a traditional Chinese medicine dynasty, naturally relied on Chinese medicine for their livelihood.

If the field of Chinese medicine declined or collapsed, how could the Du family remain unaffected? Let alone step forward to regroup—that would be practically impossible. The relationship between the two was somewhat like grasshoppers tied to the same string: if one suffers, both suffer; if one flourishes, both flourish.

In essence, this was a move that inflicted a thousand losses on the enemy at the cost of eight hundred losses to themselves.

They had indeed gotten their revenge, vented their anger, and left the Chinese Medicine Association and Jiang Fei in a state of chaos. But after the satisfaction faded, they would also have to pay a heavy price.

Under Du Ziliang’s smiling gaze, Du Zikang suddenly felt a chill, unsure what he had said wrong.

“Who told you I was behind this?” Du Ziliang asked.

Du Zikang looked puzzled. “You weren’t?”

“Of course not! Even if I wanted to take down the Chinese Medicine Association and deal with Jiang Fei, I wouldn’t use such a foolish move! If even you can see that this incident doesn’t just harm the Chinese Medicine Association but also damages the entire field of traditional Chinese medicine and our Du family, do you really think I wouldn’t see it too?” Du Ziliang said calmly. “Moreover, as a doctor, I still have basic medical ethics. I don’t oppose fair competition, but I would never use a patient’s life as a bargaining chip to frame the Chinese Medicine Association!”

Du Ziliang spoke with earnest conviction, his words firm and imposing, even righteous, leaving listeners with the impression that he was a man of integrity.

So Du Zikang, who had initially assumed his brother was behind it, began to doubt himself and waver.

Now he was perplexed. Frowning, he asked, “If you didn’t do this, then who did? Could it really be that the Chinese Medicine Association brought this on themselves with a misdiagnosis?”

Du Ziliang shook his head. “The doctors in the Chinese Medicine Association are all renowned experts with considerable skill. It’s unlikely they would misdiagnose a case.”

“Then this doesn’t make sense!” Du Zikang scratched his head.

Du Ziliang shot him an exasperated look. “You came to ask me today, but I was actually planning to ask you if you were behind this! There’s no need to guess—Jiang Fei and his people are definitely suspecting us, thinking our Du family is the prime suspect. Zikang, be honest—did you do this?”

Du Zikang quickly shook his head. “Brother, I really didn’t do this! I’ve been thinking of ways to get back at Jiang Fei and teach him a lesson lately, but I never considered this method!”

Du Ziliang frowned too. “That’s strange. If it wasn’t you, then who could it be?”

Du Zikang soon smiled again. “Brother, why does it matter who did it? Even though this will affect us to some extent, the Chinese Medicine Association is still taking the brunt of it. If the sky falls, they’re the ones holding it up. For now, let’s just enjoy the show. Once they collapse, we can step in. Even if it’s challenging, it won’t be too difficult…”