When everyone watched Jiang Fei pick up a scalpel to perform a bone-scraping detoxification on the patient through the monitor, they were utterly stunned.
From the very beginning, Jiang Fei had warned them that his treatment method would be unconventional and complex. But no one expected that after demonstrating his extraordinary acupuncture skills, he would immediately transition into performing surgery!
Wait—wasn’t the second round of the competition supposed to be the surgical one?
How did surgery come into play in the first round?
Thankfully, Jiang Fei had prepared them in advance, explaining his actions. Otherwise, everyone would have assumed he’d lost his mind—why would he operate when the condition seemed already resolved? It would’ve looked like sheer showboating!
“How is his surgical technique so miraculous? After cutting through the subcutaneous tissue, there’s barely any blood! It doesn’t even look like surgery. No Western surgeon, no matter how experienced, could achieve this!”
“Dr. Jiang is a TCM practitioner, right? Yet his surgical skills surpass most Western doctors! Unbelievable!”
Even the reporters in the adjacent room, who knew little about medicine, were astounded by Jiang Fei’s actions.
His surgical prowess left everyone wide-eyed in amazement.
As for the masters of the millennia-old TCM schools within the Chinese Medicine Association, they stared unblinkingly at Jiang Fei’s every move, their eyes nearly popping out of their sockets. Even Cui Qinghe, the revered “Ghost-Hand” and a towering figure in TCM, lost his usual composure, his mind roiling with shock.
Witnessing Jiang Fei’s scalpel technique was as startling as seeing him perform the Divine Needle Eight Methods for the first time.
“What kind of surgical technique is this? In all the historical records of TCM, I’ve never seen such a miraculous method! Yan Xiping, your Expelling Pathogens School specializes in surgery. Can you identify what Jiang Fei is using?” Cui asked, unable to contain his curiosity.
Yan Xiping, the school’s leader, was just as stunned. He shook his head. “I’ve never seen this before! It’s beyond anything our best surgeons can do. This technique surpasses even the most elite Western surgeons!”
Listening to the TCM leaders’ exchange, Professor Holder, the representative of the Western medicine delegation, wore a grim expression. As a globally renowned surgeon himself—one who had performed textbook-worthy operations—he felt an undeniable sense of inferiority just watching Jiang Fei work.
The scalpel moved with uncanny precision, each stroke carrying an almost artistic rhythm.
“Could it be… Jiang Fei already fully understood the potency of the toxin beforehand? Is this surgery part of a calculated plan?” A disturbing thought crossed Holder’s mind.
The poison used in this test was supposedly incurable—at least within the bounds of modern medicine. He’d been confident that even Cui Qinghe, the “Ghost-Hand” famed for snatching lives from the jaws of death, would be powerless against it.
Eradicating such a toxin would require nothing short of a modern-day Hua Tuo.
Yet this young, previously unknown doctor was demonstrating abilities worthy of the legendary physician himself!
As Holder wrestled with these thoughts, Jiang Fei completed the preparatory steps. With a nurse’s assistance, he took up the blade and began the bone-scraping detoxification in earnest.
“Look at the bone—it’s turned partially black! The toxin has truly penetrated the marrow!” Cui exclaimed, his aged eyes sharp as ever as he observed the exposed kneecap.
Yan Xiping added, “Jiang Fei is using a specialized technique to scrape away the blackened toxin. This… this is the legendary ‘scraping the bone to cleanse poison’! Could his surgical method be a lost art passed down from Hua Tuo himself?”
“No wonder he agreed without hesitation when surgery was proposed for the second round. His skills are transcendent!”
“Pulse diagnosis, prescriptions, acupuncture, surgery… He’s mastered every facet of medicine at an unbelievable level. How did someone so young achieve this?”
At the mention of “bone-scraping detoxification” and “Hua Tuo,” the reporters erupted in excitement, their eyes glued to the scene.
The most famous account of this procedure came from Romance of the Three Kingdoms, where General Guan Yu calmly played chess while undergoing the treatment. Though the novel blended fact and fiction, Jiang Fei’s demonstration—buttressed by the TCM masters’ commentary—lent credibility to the legend.
Was this soon-to-be president of the Chinese Medicine Association a inheritor of Hua Tuo’s legacy? And judging by the experts’ remarks, his acupuncture earlier had been equally miraculous.
This young leader was truly extraordinary.
If this surgery succeeded, his performance today would catapult him to fame, cementing his reputation as a modern-day Hua Tuo!
The bone-scraping process took about half an hour. Once the kneecap regained its normal hue and residual toxins were neutralized by the Niuhuang Xuejie Pill and Yulong Suhe Powder, Jiang Fei began closing the wound. He applied some leftover “Golden Sore Medicine” from his own gunshot injury treatment, then bandaged the patient.
Finishing the procedure, Jiang Fei exhaled deeply and let a nurse wipe the sweat from his brow.
Even with his Level 8 medical skills and stamina far exceeding ordinary humans, such an intensive operation was draining.
“The patient should recover fully once the anesthesia wears off,” he told the nurses before stepping out of the ward.
His work was only half done—another patient awaited.
Saving this first victim guaranteed the TCM team’s victory in this round. But given the Western delegation’s scheming, Jiang Fei knew he had to eliminate all excuses by curing their “incurable” patient too. Once he did, no amount of tricks could salvage the Western team’s defeat.
This exchange would end in TCM’s total triumph—without even needing the second round!
As Jiang Fei exited, reporters swarmed him, clamoring for details.
With a smile, he declined. “Friends from the press, interviews can wait until after the event. Right now, I need to check if the Western team has managed to treat their patient. If not, I’ll step in again—let’s see if this ‘amateur’ can outdo their professionals!”
The reporters burst into laughter.
What a satisfying comeback!
Back at Shaoyuan, Peking University, Western journalists had tried to smear TCM. Now, the tables had turned spectacularly, with Jiang Fei’s “amateur” hands delivering a resounding slap to their arrogance.
Meanwhile, Cui Xiuping had already completed his acupuncture.
True to its fame, the Ghost Gate Thirteen Needles flawlessly treated the patient’s severe blood stasis, achieving near-instant recovery—a clear-cut victory over Western medicine’s efforts.
As for the Western team’s poisoned patient, their doctor had followed Holder’s directive and conceded defeat, admitting the case was beyond his expertise.
This admission had already sparked an uproar among Western media. Had Jiang Fei also failed—or worse, killed his patient—the Western doctor might’ve been praised for his honesty.
But with Jiang Fei’s success, the contrast was glaring: what was framed as honesty now reeked of incompetence.
Skeptics who doubted Jiang Fei’s surgical claims were silenced when his prediction came true—the Western team had indeed given up, while he proceeded to cure their patient with the same bone-scraping technique.
The outcome was undeniable. TCM hadn’t declined into amateurism; in many areas, it still far surpassed Western medicine.
By all measures, this exchange was a total victory for traditional Chinese medicine!
