Treating the crippled meridians in Liu Yunduo’s right hand was naturally different from treating the age-related illnesses of Lin Moli’s grandfather.
To treat Lin Moli’s grandfather, Old Master Cui, all he needed was the final technique among the Eight Divine Acupuncture Methods—the ‘Yin-Yang Breath Exchange Technique.’ But to treat Liu Yunduo’s crippled right hand, the first step he needed to use was surgery. Jiang Fei was no stranger to surgery. The last time at the Chinese and Western Medicine Exchange Conference, when Jiang Fei performed bone-scraping to remove toxins for a patient, that was also a form of surgery.
So this time, Jiang Fei had some experience to draw on. He wasn’t flustered as he worked, moving steadily and cautiously. First, he gave Lin Moli a massage and acupuncture to make sure she couldn’t feel any pain. By the time the scalpel fell, Liu Yunduo barely felt a thing, and not a single drop of blood was spilled. Jiang Fei carefully reopened the scar tissue on Liu Yunduo’s wrist little by little with his scalpel. After separating the stubborn tendons that had refused to heal, he slowly stitched them back together using a special technique, making the connections tight and seamless. His technique was incredibly unusual; every cut felt like carving, full of an artistic sense.
In fact, it almost seemed like Jiang Fei wasn’t performing surgery on a person, but rather carving a piece of art.
In the eyes of the assisting nurses and Su Mengnan, Jiang Fei’s actions were astonishing. They looked at him with awe and couldn’t stop marveling. Not only was this completely different from Western surgical procedures, but even among traditional Chinese medicine surgeries, they had never seen such techniques before.
“This Great Hero Jiang is unbelievably amazing. He’s practically surpassed the limits of humanity. Not only is his swordsmanship so superb and incredible—every move as seamless and untraceable as a wild antelope hanging its horns on a branch, something never seen in fixed sword techniques before—but now his medical skills are just as godlike! He’s practically a divine figure!” Su Mengnan sighed with admiration in his heart.
He had truly come to regard Jiang Fei as the person he most admired. Almost on par with Liu Yunduo, both were people he felt he could genuinely respect from the bottom of his heart.
Apart from these two, there weren’t many people in this world—even among the top, most prominent young masters in the Beijing playboy circles—that he could truly admire.
Not even his father, who started from scratch with nothing but the clothes on his back, built a path to success through his own skills, and forged a massive business empire, could earn Su Mengnan’s deep admiration.
Although Su Mengnan wasn’t considered a top-tier true expert, he did have some understanding of swordsmanship. He knew what kind of swordplay was the most powerful, which was why he had changed his tune to call Jiang Fei a ‘great hero for the country and the people.’ Now, seeing Jiang Fei’s medical skills, he truly felt Jiang Fei was also a medical sage capable of saving both the country and lives.
Compared to Su Mengnan, who was just an outsider watching the excitement and only felt Jiang Fei’s medical skills were miraculous and incredible, the nurses in the operating room, and even the doctors who had been allowed to observe, had thoughts churning like giant waves in their minds.
Nearly ninety percent of the doctors working at Jiang’s Medical Hall were masters of traditional Chinese medicine. They had significant authority and deep understanding when it came to TCM.
However, every single one of them, regardless of how many years they had been practicing medicine, could guarantee that they had never seen such miraculous surgical scalpel techniques in their entire lives.
“What kind of surgical technique is this? It feels like watching a circus act!”
“Exactly. These scalpel techniques are too amazing. On the surface, they look flashy and ornate, almost impractical. But if you carefully recall the placement and method of each cut from President Jiang’s scalpel, you’ll find that every single cut is perfectly placed. It’s simply flawless, without a single error. There’s no better way to do it!”
“Watching President Jiang treat patients is like watching him teach us. Yet even then, we have to think about it for a long time just to grasp the subtlety of one cut. If we had to imagine it ourselves without anyone guiding us, how long would that take? Probably forever, right?”
“And even if we could figure it out, what then? During surgery, every second counts. Time is incredibly precious. If you’re even a minute late, the outcome of the surgery could change drastically, becoming completely different. If one cut requires several minutes of thinking, wouldn’t a simple surgery take several hours? Which patient could withstand that kind of ordeal? They’d be dead long before finishing!”
“Also, have you noticed something else? Doctor Jiang’s technique isn’t just about the most precise placement and method. Even his force and angle are flawless. Look closely: when Doctor Jiang makes the incision, almost no blood flows out at all! How is that possible? It completely defies the laws of nature, doesn’t it? No matter how experienced or renowned a senior doctor is, there’s absolutely no way they could achieve this!”
Reminded by a man in his fifties, many people snapped to attention. After observing more carefully, they were shocked and filled with awe. They marveled at Jiang Fei’s scalpel skills as if he were a heavenly being, then started guessing how he did it.
Opinions varied wildly, and no one could give a clear answer.
These doctors, no matter where you placed them—even if they couldn’t get into the TCM Society—were still considered very skilled physicians. They could all work as attending doctors in top-tier hospitals.
Their medical skills weren’t low; they could even be called renowned doctors. But standing before Jiang Fei—someone who had already surpassed the ancient TCM sages and could be considered the greatest medical expert in history—they appeared terribly ignorant and inexperienced.
It felt like a modern person suddenly traveling to a fantasy world of immortals and magic, finding everything impossibly miraculous. Jiang Fei’s medical skills, to them, were no less astonishing than a mortal witnessing the techniques of an immortal cultivator.
In the end, it was the fifty-something-year-old doctor who had first pointed out the wonder of Jiang Fei’s technique who narrowed his eyes and speculated, “I don’t know if you’ve heard of this, but legend has it that within the lost surgical branch of our TCM, there was a method to block acupoints and meridians. It could temporarily disconnect a specific area of the body from the rest. That way, you could use the scalpel without letting blood from the blood vessels spill out. I believe President Jiang is currently using that very same miraculous method, lost for ages!”
Hearing this suggestion, many people nodded in agreement.
Someone nodded and said, “That sounds right. Before President Jiang started using the scalpel, he massaged the patient and used acupuncture. The reason for that should be to implement this long-lost method. But wasn’t this method pioneered by Hua Tuo, and then completely lost when he died? How did President Jiang learn it?”
A young TCM expert—who had come to Jiang’s Medical Hall because he had heard of Jiang Fei’s deeds, admired him intensely, and also wanted to meet and connect with him—then spoke with unwavering certainty, “It’s highly unlikely that President Jiang simply inherited this from some ancient medical text. Because if such an ancient text existed, someone would have discovered it long ago. The kinds of legendary scenarios you see in novels aren’t very likely in reality. In my opinion, the most probable explanation is that President Jiang is simply a once-in-a-millennium genius in medicine, the greatest of all time. His medical mastery has nearly reached its peak, so he understood, created, and developed this miraculous surgical technique all by himself.”
“Create his own surgical technique all by himself? That seems pretty unlikely, doesn’t it?” someone asked. Although they all respected Jiang Fei and admired his medical skills, they still found this a bit hard to believe.
But you couldn’t really blame them. In today’s society, whether in TCM or Western medicine, both fields have already developed to their limits. Innovation of any kind is extremely difficult. So, everyone studying medicine today learns their skills from senior teachers or from medical texts. Nothing they know is absent from books somewhere.
Therefore, everyone’s fixed mindset is that medical knowledge has reached its ceiling. Today’s doctors can only learn endlessly. They cannot independently create and innovate new treatments.
It’s like Tang and Song dynasty poetry. It feels as if the poets of those eras already developed that literary form to its peak, leaving no room for further progress. It’s as if all the beautiful verses and sentimental lines have already been written by previous masters, leaving newcomers with nowhere to start. No matter how talented someone might be, they simply cannot write anything new.
“Why is it impossible?” retorted the doctor who had given up a position at a top-tier hospital to come to Jiang’s Medical Hall because of his admiration for Jiang Fei. “Don’t get me wrong—I have no intention of looking down on TCM sages like Hua Tuo, Zhang Zhongjing, or Bian Que. But since those sages could create all sorts of miraculous, mind-boggling medical techniques on their own—even if they were later lost—why can’t later generations also produce equally rare geniuses capable of creating these incredible techniques themselves, just like them?”
Once this person laid out his theory, everyone else was speechless.
There was truly no room to refute that argument.
Yeah, it made sense.
Those miraculous ancient TCM techniques are indeed gone, drowned in the river of history. But medical techniques aren’t like buildings. When a building is destroyed, it’s truly gone with no chance of being rebuilt.
Medical techniques are different.
TCM is a form of medicine invented by humans. It simply wasn’t preserved completely. Much of it was lost due to various reasons—sectarian bias, natural or man-made disasters, or improper preservation. That’s why, in modern society, TCM is heavily suppressed by Western medicine, barely managing to survive.
Many patients feel TCM is ineffective and refuse to trust it.
But since humans invented it, even if it’s lost, later generations can still re-invent those lost techniques!
It’s just that re-inventing these miraculous medical techniques is incredibly difficult, almost an impossible task.
But if a truly rare medical genius existed, then it wouldn’t be impossible.
And Jiang Fei was the genius who best fit that description.
After all, Jiang Fei wasn’t even thirty yet, yet his medical skills already outshone everyone else. Even the former titans of the TCM world had admitted they were no match for him. Even Western medicine—which has swept across the world, conquering all other medical practices—had its elite exchange team easily defeated by Jiang Fei.
A prodigy like this is almost unheard of, unseen. Saying he rivals or even surpasses the ancient TCM sages isn’t impossible, right?
“If this is true—if President Jiang really re-invented Hua Tuo’s legendary lost medical technique—then that would be an incredibly virtuous deed! If President Jiang can promote and spread this incredible method to the wider TCM community, he could directly fill a huge gap in our TCM capabilities!”
“Exactly. In terms of surgery, TCM has really lost too much. We almost have no effective methods left. If President Jiang could spread this technique, it truly would be an immeasurably virtuous act.”
“But a technique as divine as this—would President Jiang be willing to teach it to others easily? At the very least, he’d probably only teach it to his own disciples, right?”
“Well… that really is a big problem.”
Sectarian bias is a deeply rooted issue in China spanning millennia. Not just between different schools, but even between master and disciple, it’s rare to find someone who teaches everything without holding anything back.
There’s an old saying in China: “Teaching a disciple starves the master.”
So, unless absolutely necessary, masters typically don’t teach their disciples all their skills.
So how much more so for those who aren’t even master and disciple?
Would Jiang Fei casually teach his divine skills to others?
All the doctors murmured among themselves, filled with awe and speculation. Meanwhile, Jiang Fei remained focused without distraction, thinking about nothing external at all.
The only thing on his mind was treating Liu Yunduo’s wrist.
And under his meticulous care, the treatment had already reached its final stage.
That final stage was: after reconnecting the severed meridians using his miraculous technique, he would then use the second-to-last of the Eight Divine Acupuncture Methods—the ‘Dragon-Tiger Battle Technique’—to give these broken meridians, which had almost been impossible to reconnect, a rebirth from the ashes!
“Hand me the needles!” Jiang Fei said softly to the nurse standing by, who had been prepared for this.
The young nurse quickly handed Jiang Fei two sterilized silver needles—one long, one short. Jiang Fei barely paused. He suddenly circulated the ‘Qi’ within his body, channeled it into the silver needles, and then, as fast as lightning, inserted them into several major acupoints on Lin Moli’s arm. He moved the Qi, stimulating Liu Yunduo’s meridians, wildly nourishing them…
