The ‘life force’ without internal energy inside Jiang Fei’s body continuously flowed, through the seventh form of the Divine Needle Eight Methods, the ‘Dragon-Tiger Combat Technique’, into Liu Yunduo’s injured right wrist.
Liu Yunduo’s wrist tendons had already been reattached once by Jiang Fei using his incredibly miraculous surgical knife technique. Now, with the application of one of the most powerful moves from the Divine Needle Eight Methods, the healing of her crippled wrist progressed at an astonishing speed.
After about another ten minutes or so, Jiang Fei, whose forehead was now beaded with sweat, suddenly took a deep breath. With a lift of his hands, he cleanly and neatly extracted the two silver needles, one long and one short, from Liu Yunduo’s body, without any dragging or hesitation.
Just as everyone thought Jiang Fei’s treatment had reached its conclusion, he didn’t stop.
He handed the two silver needles to a nearby nurse and then picked up a strangely shaped wooden box with a strong classical vibe. When Jiang Fei opened it, everyone could see that the box contained a black herbal paste. Even from a considerable distance, they could smell its fragrant, cool, and refreshing aroma.
Without pausing, not even taking time to wipe the sweat from his brow, Jiang Fei carefully applied this special black paste bit by bit onto Liu Yunduo’s wound, and then wrapped it up with white gauze.
If an ordinary person in a hospital treated patients by recklessly using some unverified over-the-counter medicine, and these renowned doctors saw it, many would surely step forward to correct them, saying this was nonsense and absolutely not allowed. It would be like back when Jiang Fei was unknown and considered worthless, looked down upon by the old-timers in the Traditional Chinese Medicine (TCM) Association who wanted to suppress him.
But now, Jiang Fei was naturally different.
Given his current status as the President of the TCM Association, along with his track record and his incredibly miraculous medical skills, no one would dare to challenge anything he did. Because his very presence represented correctness, a textbook example of action.
Therefore, these people had no objections whatsoever. They just secretly praised and speculated that this was probably another miraculous healing ointment secretly developed by their President Jiang, capable of quickly healing the injuries of the disabled.
After dressing Liu Yunduo’s wound and storing the black paste properly, Jiang Fei finally wiped his sweat and let out a long, heavy breath.
The black paste in that wooden box wasn’t something he made himself. He had exchanged it from the system’s pill shop, spending over a thousand gold coins. It was a miraculous medicine for treating crippling injuries to the hands, feet, and joints: Black Jade Interruptus Cream!
Black Jade Interruptus Cream is the exclusive secret medicine of the Jin Gang Sect in Jin Yong’s novel The Heaven Sword and Dragon Saber. Its properties are incredibly miraculous. If an ordinary person suffers severe trauma to their hands, feet, or joints, leading to disability, applying this paste allows the injury to heal completely, gradually restoring normal movement. If the injury is old and the bone has already healed, the bone must be re-broken first. After applying the paste, the bone can heal properly, restoring the ability to walk and function normally.
Zhang Wuji, the leader of the Ming Cult, used this medicine to cure Yin Liting and Yu Daiyan, who had been disabled for decades, restoring their ability to move normally.
Of course, Liu Yunduo’s current injury wasn’t a severe trauma to her joints, but a serious injury to the meridians in her wrist. This is completely different from the injuries of Yin Liting and Yu Daiyan, so the treatment methods differ, and the Black Jade Interruptus Cream wouldn’t be able to exert its full effect.
Fortunately, Jiang Fei’s medical skill is incredibly powerful, reaching the level of Ninth-Grade Grand Perfection. Saying he surpasses Hu Qingniu and Zhang Wuji wouldn’t be an exaggeration. With his skill to compensate for this difference—first using the surgical knife and the ‘Dragon-Tiger Combat Technique’ from the Divine Needle Eight Methods to gently treat the meridians, then applying the Black Jade Interruptus Cream—the problem naturally wasn’t a big one.
“It’s done,” Jiang Fei said to Liu Yunduo after exhaling in relief.
Liu Yunduo had initially prepared herself to close her eyes, but in the end, she realized she had worried for nothing. Jiang Fei’s treatment didn’t involve anesthesia, nor did it cause her unbearable pain. Hearing this, she slowly sat up from the hospital bed, asking with a mix of hope and surprise, “My right hand… is it going to be okay like this?”
Though Jiang Fei looked a bit pale, he still smiled and said, “Pretty much. It should be fine. But you can’t get this hand wet for a week; keep it wrapped with this paste. I’ll personally remove the bandages for you after a week. We’ll have to wait until then to draw the final conclusion about its condition. But even in the worst-case scenario, your right hand will be able to practice swordsmanship again.”
Hearing Jiang Fei’s final promise, Liu Yunduo’s anxious heart finally settled back into her chest.
Since Jiang Fei said her right hand would definitely be able to practice swordsmanship again in the future, it was as good as nailed down. Liu Yunduo was very aware of how miraculous and skilled Jiang Fei was, so she trusted him unconditionally.
She could even say that her very life was saved by Jiang Fei.
“The kindness you’ve shown me… can’t really be expressed with just ‘thank you’ anymore. I don’t know how else I can help you, but I will keep this in my heart,” Liu Yunduo said, looking at Jiang Fei with serious eyes.
Jiang Fei waved his hand. “I told you, we’re friends. Don’t worry about these things. I’m just doing what I can, a simple lift of my hand. You have to achieve your own goals yourself.”
Jiang Fei vividly remembered Liu Yunduo’s ambitious vow to defeat all of Japan’s kendo masters. It was also one of the reasons he admired her for being a woman who outshone men.
Her spirit was truly worth learning from for the experts in China’s martial arts circles.
“Defeat all of Japan’s kendo masters…” Unexpectedly, Liu Yunduo, who was usually unwaveringly clear about her goal, shook her head upon hearing this and smiled bitterly. “That goal… I’m no match for you. My strength is far, far inferior. I don’t even know if I’ll have a chance to achieve it in this lifetime.”
Jiang Fei was stunned. “Why are you suddenly so discouraged?”
“Because Senior Wild Grass told me that the Japanese kendo world is not as simple as I imagined. That Japanese kendo master, Yanagiba Munenori, whom you defeated a while ago… I don’t even know how long it would take me to cross into the Dan Jin level just to have a glimmer of hope of beating him,” Liu Yunduo said, her eyes complex. “Moreover, the person who framed my father and caused his wrongful death… his strength is definitely not weaker than Yanagiba Munenori’s now.”
“The enemy who killed your father is as strong as Yanagiba Munenori?” Jiang Fei was surprised this time. The Japanese kendo world actually had another master comparable to Yanagiba Munenori?
Wasn’t Yanagiba Munenori supposed to be the number one in the Japanese kendo world?
Liu Yunduo nodded. “That’s what Senior Wild Grass told me. Although Japan is a small place, its martial arts world is not small. It’s not as simple as it appears on the surface.”
Hearing that this came from Wild Grass Daoist, Jiang Fei, who wasn’t entirely convinced before, started to believe it a lot more.
Wild Grass Daoist was a Gang Jin expert at the Xiantian (Innate) level. If he said the Japanese martial arts world wasn’t as simple as it seemed, it was certainly true. He must have his reasons for saying so.
“Does that mean,” Jiang Fei pondered to himself, “that when I go to Japan in a few months to find Yanagiba Munenori and absorb his internal energy, I need to be more careful?”
If there were masters in the Japanese martial arts world who were as strong as, or even stronger than, Yanagiba Munenori, and had also reached the Xiantian level, then Jiang Fei’s plan to go overseas to absorb Yanagiba Munenori’s internal energy might backfire. He might end up losing instead of gaining any energy, perhaps even getting himself into deep trouble.
After seeing Liu Yunduo and Su Mengnan off, Jiang Fei didn’t immediately leave Jiang’s Medical Center to go home and rest.
Treating Liu Yunduo was certainly challenging, but it wasn’t as difficult as treating Old Master Cui back in Xidu. It was considerably less demanding. So, while Jiang Fei sweated, he didn’t feel like he needed to sleep immediately to recharge.
Moreover, Jiang Fei was intercepted by the top doctors of Jiang’s Medical Center.
This group stopped him. First, they all scrambled to express their admiration and respect—basically, buttering him up. Then, when it came to the real matter, they collectively fell silent as if their pressure points had been hit, looking at him somewhat sheepishly.
Jiang Fei couldn’t help but laugh. “Just say what you want to say. No need to beat around the bush. Is it about work, or something else?”
Finally, an older physician, very authoritative in surgery and quite famous in Jincheng, stepped forward, swallowed his pride for a moment, and said, “It’s like this… President Jiang. The TCM surgical knife technique you demonstrated while treating the patient was truly miraculous. It’s probably no worse than the legendary Hua Tuo’s surgical techniques… Such a knife technique is incredibly important for our TCM field, which has always been at a disadvantage in surgery!”
Once someone started, it was much easier for the others to follow.
So, another person immediately spoke up, his face flushed with excitement, looking eagerly at Jiang Fei. “So we wanted to ask, President Jiang… could you possibly teach this incredible surgical knife technique of yours? You don’t have to teach it to us directly. You could select students from among TCM practitioners nationwide to pass it on. If many younger TCM doctors achieve major breakthroughs in surgery, even rivaling Western medicine… then our TCM will definitely be able to rise again!”
By this point, they were all getting quite emotional.
As members of the TCM community, most of them had a sense of honor. Seeing TCM rise again would be a truly joyful thing.
After all, centuries ago, when Western medicine could still be called ‘the art of killing’—without knowledge of blood types or disinfection methods—TCM was already a genuine, effective way to save lives.
Seeing TCM gradually being eroded by Western medicine was hard for them, as practitioners.
Jiang Fei was a bit stunned.
He hadn’t expected the doctors at Jiang’s Medical Center to approach him about this.
He hadn’t thought about passing on his medical skills before either…
But now that someone had brought it up, Jiang Fei’s attitude was naturally to agree without hesitation!
Never mind whether it benefited him personally. As the current President of the TCM Association, he had a responsibility and an obligation to promote and develop TCM!
For Jiang Fei, who didn’t come from some millennium-old school or a long line of TCM practitioners, he had no rigid rules or narrow-minded prejudices preventing him from teaching his skills to others. He had no such constraints.
He could teach his lifetime of medical knowledge to whomever he wanted.
Not just the surgical knife technique, but even the Divine Needle Eight Methods—if the time was right, Jiang Fei could teach those too.
Of course, without the system’s help, even if Jiang Fei taught them, others might not learn much or achieve even a fraction of his skill. It was basically impossible for anyone to surpass him medically.
So, even if many medical experts emerged later, they would only enrich the TCM world and wouldn’t significantly impact Jiang Fei’s medical empire.
“I accept this proposal,” Jiang Fei gave his affirmative answer less than half a minute after everyone finished speaking.
The time was so short that some people hadn’t even snapped out of their daze. They opened their eyes wide and asked, “You… you’re agreeing just like that?”
Jiang Fei nodded seriously. “Yes, I agree. Very soon, I’ll inform the elders of the TCM Association about this proposal and decision. Then we can discuss a specific implementation plan. It won’t be just about surgery. I will contribute as much as I can regarding all aspects of TCM knowledge—acupuncture, massage, prescriptions, everything I know.”
Why wouldn’t he agree?
As President of the TCM Association, it was his duty to help TCM flourish.
If TCM could truly thrive in the future, firmly establishing itself domestically and globally, then he could retire honourably from the position of President and shed that burden from his shoulders.
That was something Jiang Fei dreamed of!
Well, Jiang Fei wouldn’t admit that this reason played a big part in his decision——
However, even though Jiang Fei was selfless and had no narrow prejudices, willing to teach his medical skills, it wasn’t like he could just teach anyone, anytime, without any rules.
Without rules, nothing can be accomplished. While the scope of passing on this knowledge could be broad—in theory, anyone could learn—there still needed to be a strict review system.
After all, even for university, don’t you need to pass the college entrance exam?
After dismissing the few top doctors from Jiang’s Medical Center, Jiang Fei immediately called Cui Xiuping and told him about his decision.
This young miracle doctor from the Cui family, now the acting president of the TCM Association, was also stunned upon hearing the news. He was completely blown away.
After confirming Jiang Fei was serious, Cui Xiuping didn’t dare be the slightest bit negligent. He immediately relayed the news to his grandfather and the leaders of the several millennium-old TCM schools…
