Chapter 73: Are You Afraid of Dying?

Jiang Feng's fingertips still moved over the man's Right Leg acupoint, as if he hadn't heard Zhao Ming's question.

Zhao Ming was so angry he clenched his teeth, yet couldn't help continuing to watch.

After all, this is the legendary Ghost Gate Thirteen Hands; even learning a little bit would benefit one for life!

The man's Right Leg, which had been slightly trembling, gradually steadied, even able to gently lift the foot in sync with Jiang Feng's gestures.

"Doctor Jiang... my foot... can be lifted!"

The man's voice trembled, and tears began to fall again.

After being disabled for so many years, he finally saw the possibility of a cure!

Zhao Ming also gradually fell into a subtle feeling, as if he had returned to the state when he first began studying medicine.

He had seen countless massage techniques in Medicine King Valley, yet had never witnessed such exquisite force-control skill.

At this moment, even he felt an urge to become a disciple.

Duan Shide could no longer hold back, and quietly said while pulling Zhao Ming's arm.

"Senior Brother! His... his Technique really is Ghost Gate Thirteen Hands? Will I lose?"

The more arrogant he had been before, the more panic he felt now.

If he truly loses, they'd have to smash Medicine King Valley's Blood-Activating Penetrating Bone Paste, and his master would then skin him?

Zhao Ming only then snapped out of his daze, inhaled deeply.

"It's hard to say. Though the Ghost Gate Thirteen Hands is legendary and wondrous, it has been lost for centuries; who knows its true effect..."

He pointed at the man's Right Leg, as if brainwashing himself.

"This patient has suffered Nerve Necrosis for five years, with severe Muscle Atrophy; even if Ghost Gate Thirteen Hands can activate nerves, it cannot make him move freely in a short time. Human muscle recovery takes time; that's Common Sense. No matter how great Jiang Feng is, he cannot defy that!"

"If he can't make the patient walk normally, strictly speaking, you still win!"

Zhao Ming patted Duan Shide's shoulder, trying to encourage him.

Duan Shide nodded, yet still felt empty inside.

The Technique Jiang Feng just displayed already exceeded his understanding of massage.

"Oh my! He stood up~"

At that moment, the Crowd suddenly erupted in a chorus of astonishment.

The two hurriedly looked up, only to see the man suddenly stand up from the Chair, his hands slowly letting go of the Crutch.

The Crutch fell to the Ground, yet the man not only didn't collapse, but stood steadily in place.

Moreover, he tentatively took a step forward, his Right Leg firmly Supporting the Body, and even lightly jumped!

"I... I can walk now! I can walk without a Crutch!"

The man, overjoyed, paced back and forth in place several times, hopping and jumping.

The entire venue fell into sudden dead silence.

Sun Bo stared wide-eyed at the man, murmuring to himself.

"Miracle... truly a Miracle! Five years of Nerve Necrosis, yet he can actually walk normally!"

Former President of the Chinese Medicine Association Lu Shanqing also exclaimed in amazement.

"Ghost Gate Thirteen Hands... truly lives up to its reputation! Mr. Jiang's medical skill is simply a Living Immortal!"

Li Kun stood up from the Chair, his Pupils suddenly constricted.

He originally thought Jiang Feng would at most make the man barely let go of the Crutch, but didn't expect him to move freely.

This already exceeds the realm of medicine, it is a Divine Trace!

Yang Wencheng's face instantly turned Pale as Paper, his body swayed, nearly collapsing to the Ground.

Jiang Feng looked at the excited man, a Light Smile curling his mouth, then turned his head toward Duan Shide.

"Doctor Duan, the wager just now must be fulfilled."

Duan Shide's body suddenly stiffened, his complexion instantly turning Pale as Paper.

Smashing the Blood-Activating Penetrating Bone Paste would be tantamount to admitting Medicine King Valley's Paste is inferior to Jiang Feng's ordinary herbs.

For him, that's more painful than kneeling and calling "Grandpa"!

Zhao Ming, seeing this, immediately stepped forward, blocking in front of Duan Shide.

"Mr. Jiang, show mercy where you can. Doctor Duan already knows his mistake; Blood-Activating Penetrating Bone Paste is Medicine King Valley's Secret Formula, smashing it would be slapping Medicine King Valley's face!"

"All of us are Doctors; opposing Medicine King Valley is not a rational thing, we concede this round."

Everyone around instantly looked at Jiang Feng.

Medicine King Valley's Faction loomed there; if he truly offends them, Jiang Feng will have a hard time mixing in the Traditional Chinese Medicine circle.

Sun Boyong hurried forward, pulling Jiang Feng's arm and quietly advising.

"Mr. Jiang, perhaps it's best to drop it; Doctor Duan has already lost, there's no need to force him to smash the Paste, don't get too entrenched with Medicine King Valley!"

Jiang Feng, however, did not move, merely looking at Zhao Ming, his tone flat.

"Face is earned by oneself. Doctor Duan set his own wager, so it must be fulfilled. If he lacks even this bit of responsibility, can he still be a Disciple of Medicine King Valley?"

He paused briefly, his gaze sweeping over Duan Shide.

"The crucial thing is this Blood-Activating Penetrating Bone Paste's Hot Nature is too intense, harmful to patients with Spleen and Stomach Weakness; smashing it prevents further harm."

Doctor Duan, looking at Jiang Feng, finally broke down and began crying.

He knew that today this Paste must be smashed!

After crying, he still trembled as he picked up the Pottery Jar from the Ground and hurled it down hard!

"Bang!"

The Pottery Jar shattered instantly, dark brown Paste spilling across the ground.

That domineering medicinal scent instantly spread everywhere.

Duan Shide looked at the Paste fragments on the ground, suddenly started laughing foolishly, laughing until Tears streamed out.

"Defeated… I'm defeated… Medicine King Valley's massage technique actually can't compare to a Mountain Wild Boy…"

He laughed while walking out of the Crowd, his Empty Gaze like a lost soul, and kept muttering something.

Zhao Ming watched Duan Shide's back, his Gloomy Face so dark it could drip water, yet he couldn't utter a single word.

Jiang Feng has the point; if he forces his way forward again, he'll only further lose face for Medicine King Valley.

Sun Boyong saw the matter come to a pause, hurried forward, and announced to the Crowd.

"First Round of Medical Competition, Mr. Jiang Feng wins!"

Zhao Ming took a deep breath, suppressed the Anger in his heart, looked at the Junior Brother Sun Zizai behind him, and said coldly.

"Junior Brother, it's your turn now."

Sun Zizai stepped forward; he wore a light gray Daoist Robe, his face bearing a hint of arrogant Confidence.

"Mr. Jiang, you won the First Round, I'll admit you're impressive."

Sun Zizai clasped his Fist, yet his Tone bore a hint of Provocative Smile.

"But massage is only the surface of Traditional Chinese Medicine; dare you compare with me on some True Skill?"

Jiang Feng raised an eyebrow, gave a faint smile, and said, "What do you want to compare?"

"Poisoning."

Sun Zizai opened the Wooden Box in his hand, revealing a dozen or so tiny Porcelain Bottles; he seemed to fall into an Obsessive State, laughing foolishly.

"We each prepare a kind of Poison, give it to the other to ingest; whoever cannot antidote it loses. How about it?"

Zhao Ming stood beside, a Cold Smile curling at the corner of his mouth.

Compared to massage, Poisoning is truly Medicine King Valley's strong point!

Even if Jiang Feng knows Ghost Gate Thirteen Hands, in Poison Art he is absolutely no match for Sun Zizai!

This round, Medicine King Valley must win back!

The people around instantly fell silent, their faces all showing Shock.

"Poisoning?"

"This is way too Dangerous!"

"The crucial part is still to make each other ingest the other's Poison; if there's no Antidote, damn it, isn't that murder?"

Sun Boyong hurried forward, blocking the way.

"Impossible! Poisoning is too Dangerous; if a Human Life is lost, who is responsible? Change the Competition Item!"

Sun Zizai, however, shook his head, his gaze fixed dead on Jiang Feng.

"Don't dare to compare? Or are you afraid of Death?"