Chapter 72: Who Exactly Are You?

Duan Shide heard Jiang Feng's mockery, and his complexion instantly flushed to a pig liver color.

"What are you saying? My ability is insufficient? Jiang Feng, don't be so arrogant!"

He took a deep breath, straining to calm the surging Anger, grinding his teeth.

"This Patient's Right Leg has suffered Nerve Necrosis for five years, with severe Muscle Atrophy; getting him to walk with a Crutch is already the current limit of medical art!"

"Medicine King Valley has researched this condition for decades, and even the topmost Elders dare not claim they can make him drop the Crutch. Who do you think you are? Great Luo Immortal?"

Yang Wencheng also shouted boisterously.

"Exactly! Jiang Feng, speak with conscience! Senior Brother Duan has already created a Miracle, don't pick bones in an egg!"

Zhao Ming, even more coldly, spoke.

"Mr. Jiang, you mean that the entire Medicine King Valley's medical art is still inferior to you, a wild kid from the mountain? This is an insult to Medicine King Valley!"

Yang Wencheng, hearing this, also mocked.

"Jiang Feng, did you hear? Even Medicine King Valley can't achieve it, and you still want to brag? Admit defeat quickly, don't embarrass yourself here!"

Jiang Feng leaned against the edge of the Table beside him, arms crossed.

"The limit of medical art? I think that's the limit of your ability. Medicine King Valley can't do it, that doesn't mean others can't either."

"You!"

Duan Shide was choked into silence, the Anger in his chest could no longer be restrained, and he slammed the Table hard.

"Fine! I want to see how great your skill is!"

"If today you can make him drop the Crutch and walk normally, I, Duan Shide, will kneel and call you Grandfather! If you can't, you will get out of Jiangcheng and never practice medicine again!"

With those words spoken, the whole venue fell silent instantly.

No one expected Duan Shide to stake the bet so high.

Kneeling to call Grandfather is a massive humiliation for a Medicine King Valley disciple!

Jiang Feng raised an eyebrow.

"No need to call Grandfather; I don't have such a big grandson. But if I succeed, you can smash that jar of Blood-Activating Penetrating Bone Paste, so it won't harm anyone again."

"How dare you defame Medicine King Valley's Paste!"

Duan Shide's eyes reddened with anger; just as he was about to say more, Zhao Ming stopped him.

Zhao Ming looked at Jiang Feng with a cold gaze.

"Young man, the wager can be set, but if you cheat, don't blame Medicine King Valley for being unkind."

"Don't worry, I don't have that idle time."

Jiang Feng turned to face the man still stunned.

"Brother, are you willing to trust me once more?"

The man had been so shocked by the two's wager that he couldn't speak; hearing Jiang Feng's words, he suddenly came to his senses.

"Doctor Jiang! I believe! I believe you!"

The man's voice choked, his hands tightly gripping Jiang Feng's arm.

"These past five years, I've sat in a wheelchair, envying those who walk; if I could truly drop the Crutch, I'd be willing to be your ox and horse!"

Sun Boyong at this moment hurried over, grasping Jiang Feng's arm, his voice pressed down extremely low.

"Jiang Feng, don't act rashly! I'm clear on this Patient's condition: Nerve Necrosis for five years, Muscle Atrophy irreversible; being able to use a Crutch is already a Miracle. Wanting to drop the Crutch... that's simply beyond human capability! Even if your medical art is supreme, you cannot defy Common Sense!"

Beside them, President of the Chinese Medicine Association Lu Shanqing also advised.

"Indeed, Mr. Jiang, Duan Shide may be Arrogant, but he's speaking the truth; don't match him on equal footing. Let's change the Competition Item; winning will still preserve Jishi Hall!"

Jiang Feng gave a faint smile.

"Elder Sun, rest assured, I know what I'm doing. After so many years of practicing medicine, I've never spoken without confidence."

Having finished, he turned his head toward Hua Jing and said.

"Hua Lao, fetch me some medicinal herbs: angelica root, Sichuan lovage, tonggu grass, and a small piece of musk; I will brew paste on the spot."

"Alright, good!"

Hua Lao, though worried, hurried into the shop.

In no time he came out carrying a cloth sack, the herbs inside neatly sorted into categories.

Jiang Feng took the sack, set up a small makeshift stove, placed a sand pot on it, put the herbs into the pot, added the right amount of clear water, then lit the stove; his movements were so practiced it seemed he'd done it thousands of times.

Duan Shide stood nearby, watching Jiang Feng's Paste brewing, and couldn't help sneering.

"What? Learning to use Paste from me? Too bad your herbs are ordinary; even if you brew it, it can't compare to my Medicine King Valley's Blood-Activating Penetrating Bone Paste!"

Yang Wencheng also echoed.

"Exactly! Using cheap street herbs to make up the numbers, thinking you can cure the disease? It's a Laughter!"

The surrounding murmurs rose again; some thought Jiang Feng was stalling, while others held a sliver of hope.

As the water temperature rose, the herbs in the pot gradually unfolded, emitting a strong Herb fragrance.

Unlike Duan Shide's domineering scent of Blood-Activating Penetrating Bone Paste, this Medicinal Fragrance was milder, making people feel comfortable.

After about a quarter of an hour, Jiang Feng turned off the stove; the sand pot held deep brown Paste, still steaming faintly.

He poured the Paste into a clean porcelain bowl and said to the man, "Brother, come over."

The man hurriedly sat on the Chair, his nervous hands trembling.

Jiang Feng took the Paste, scooped a bit with his Fingers, and gently spread it on the man's Right Leg.

His motion was light, the Fingers carrying a hint of warmth, completely different from Duan Shide's forceful style.

Just as Jiang Feng's Fingers touched the man's Right Leg Acupoint, Zhao Ming, who had been silently observing nearby, suddenly changed color dramatically.

The folding fan in his hand fell to the ground, and he shouted hoarsely.

"This... this is Ghost Gate Thirteen Hands!"

When those words were spoken, the entire venue fell into dead silence instantly!

Sun Boyong's eyes at this moment were also fixed rigidly on Jiang Feng's hand.

"This... is it really Ghost Gate Thirteen Hands? Isn't that a massage secret technique that has been lost for hundreds of years?"

Yang Wencheng's smile on his face froze instantly, and he looked at Jiang Feng in disbelief.

"Impossible! Ghost Gate Thirteen Hands has long been unknown to anyone; he's just a wild boy from the mountains—how could he possibly know such a secret technique?"

Li Kun also rose from the Chair, his eyes full of shock.

As a member of the Li Family, a Medical Dao Family, he naturally had seen records of Ghost Gate Thirteen Hands in ancient texts.

Legend says this massage technique can even awaken a vegetative patient; I never expected to witness it with my own eyes today!

Duan Shide was even more stunned, standing in place, his finger pointing at Jiang Feng's hand, unable to utter a single word for a long time.

He had seen fragments of Ghost Gate Thirteen Hands in the library of Medicine King Valley, knowing how powerful this secret technique is; however, the fragments only contained scattered Technique records, and he never expected Jiang Feng to be able to execute it in full!

Jiang Feng ignored the crowd's astonishment, his fingers still moving on the man's Right Leg.

His fingertips sometimes pressed lightly, sometimes poked, and sometimes slid rapidly over the Acupoint as if playing a piano.

Each movement was supremely precise, carrying a peculiar rhythm that left the surrounding people dazzled.

The man only felt a heat, gentler yet stronger than Duan Shide's Paste, drilling into his Right Leg.

The muscles, which had been a bit Stiffening, instantly relaxed, and even the previously aching spleen and stomach felt much more comfortable.

"Comfortable... too comfortable! It feels like little bugs crawling inside the leg; all the uncomfortable spots are gone!"

Zhao Ming's eyes were filled with complexity.

"Ghost Gate Thirteen Hands has clearly been lost, how could you know it? Who exactly are you?"