Chapter 443: The Mocked Chinese Medicine Practitioner

Cai Zhengfang looked at Lin Yuan again, his chin slightly raised, carrying a hint of arrogance:

"I know you might not have experienced free fighting; I'll go easy on you… I'll use one hand, and let you throw three moves first. If you can last one minute, today's matter is dropped—I won't pursue it."

The surrounding students erupted in an uproar instantly.

Someone couldn't help exclaiming, "Is Professor Cai being too lenient? Letting you have three moves with one hand!"

"Professor Lin just teaches Chinese medicine—how could he really fight? Professor Cai is a provincial-level free-fighting athlete! Isn't this a sure loss? Lin Yuan is doomed this time!"

Voices of discussion rose and fell.

You Nianchu stood in the crowd, her hands tightly gripping the hem of her clothes, yet she did not step forward to stop it.

She was curious what the outcome would be if Lin Yuan fought this free-fighting teacher.

Cai Zhengfang heard the students' discussion, and a smug smile curled at the corner of his mouth.

Cai Zhengfang pulled out his phone and dialed a number:

"Hey, have all the students from the College of Physical Education gather at the gym; today I'll give you a practical drill lesson so you can see what real free fighting is!"

After hanging up, Cai Zhengfang looked at Lin Yuan.

His tone was unyielding: "I've already summoned the students; this isn't just between us—it's a demonstration for them. You have to fight me today!"

"If you lose, you don't have to do anything else—just publicly apologize to Yu Feng and the others, and clean the College of Physical Education for a week. Isn't that fair?"

Lin Yuan frowned, his face sinking: "Professor Cai, I've said I don't want to fight—why are you being so pushy?"

"'Pushy?' Cai Zhengfang sneered, reaching out to grab Lin Yuan's arm, holding it tight so he couldn't leave."

"'I just want to settle this, to let the students know free fighting isn't just for show! You can't leave today—you have to fight me!'"

Lin Yuan strained to break free, but Cai Zhengfang's grip was like an iron clamp, making his arm ache.

The surrounding students also fell silent, their eyes fixed on the two.

Soon, the students from the College of Physical Education arrived at the scene.

The entire hallway outside was packed with students.

Seeing Lin Yuan still unwilling to strike first, Cai Zhengfang simply stepped back two paces.

He lifted his chin at the College of Physical Education students packed three layers deep inside and three outside, his voice carrying deliberate menace.

"'Watch closely! This move is the free-fighting chain punch! It's designed to counter a frontal attack—fast, powerful, leaving the opponent nowhere to dodge!'"

Cai Zhengfang spoke while clenching his fists, lowering his center of gravity!

His shoulders twitched slightly, and the next second he suddenly lunged at Lin Yuan!

Lin Yuan refused to strike, so Cai Zhengfang took the initiative!

Strike first to gain the advantage!

Cai Zhengfang's left fist feinted to draw attention, then his right followed straight to Lin Yuan's chest, the wind of his punches whooshing.

The surrounding students instantly held their breath, some even unconsciously clenching their fists, thinking…

This punch is so fierce…… Professor Lin surely can't dodge it.

But just as Cai Zhengfang's right fist was about to touch Lin Yuan's clothing…

Lin Yuan merely shifted his left foot half an inch, his body swaying slightly to the rear side, the movement as light as a feather.

Cai Zhengfang's right fist "whooshed" past Lin Yuan's sleeve and missed, even he himself stared in surprise…

At that speed, how could he dodge so easily?

The onlooking students widened their eyes, each showing a "???" expression.

Someone in the front row couldn't help muttering quietly:

"'No way…… Professor Cai's chain punch was just dodged like that?'"

Cai Zhengfang's face instantly fell a bit…

He cleared his throat, forcing composure as he continued to explain to the students:

"'Just now I deliberately slowed the pace so you could see the move! Now for real…… this hook punch followed by a swing punch targets the opponent's lower body and side of the face, its speed thirty percent faster than before—there's no chance to dodge!'"

As his words fell, Cai Zhengfang abruptly adjusted his stance, stepping forward with his left foot!

Cai Zhengfang's left fist suddenly hooked toward Lin Yuan's waist and abdomen!

Cai Zhengfang's right fist followed, sweeping horizontally…… straight at Lin Yuan's side cheek!

Cai Zhengfang's two moves linked together swiftly and viciously, giving no time to react.

This time the students didn't even dare to breathe, eyes locked on the two's movements.

The result was Lin Yuan still didn't dodge…

He merely touched the ground with his toes, stepping back half a step, his fingertips lightly brushing Cai Zhengfang's wrist—as if just giving it a casual flick.

Cai Zhengfang felt only a light, airy force on his wrist; his fist's direction instantly shifted half a degree, again grazing Lin Yuan's cheek and missing.

His attack was avoided again.

Even from inertia, Cai Zhengfang staggered forward a step before steadying himself.

"'Holy shit……' someone in the crowd finally exclaimed, 'Professor Lin dodges too easily—it's like he's playing!'"

"'Professor Cai's punches are clearly fast, so why do they always miss by a hair?'"

The discussion grew louder and louder…

Cai Zhengfang's face darkened completely, his chest rising and falling slightly from rapid breathing.

Cai Zhengfang stared at Lin Yuan, his tone finally heated: "You bastard, don't dodge! If you've got the skill, take one of my punches! What's the point of dodging back and forth?"

Lin Yuan looked at Cai Zhengfang's reddening eyes, heard his angry shout, and shook his head helplessly.

Lin Yuan let out a soft sigh: "Professor Cai, why go to such lengths? We're both school teachers—there's no need to escalate like this."

Cai Zhengfang wouldn't hear of it, feeling Lin Yuan's retreat was mocking him.

He then stiffened his neck and roared: "Cut the crap! If you're a man, fight back! Dodging and weaving isn't what makes a hero!"

Before his words even faded, Cai Zhengfang stopped explaining altogether, stomped his feet hard against the ground, and his whole body shot toward Lin Yuan like a cannonball!

Cai Zhengfang threw alternating punches forward, each strike brimming with tiger-like vigor!

The fist wind was ferocious beyond compare; even the surrounding students could feel its oppressive pressure.

Lin Yuan's eyes sank slightly; he knew dodging further would only make Cai Zhengfang more agitated.

He hesitated no longer, raising his left hand to precisely block Cai Zhengfang's incoming left punch!

At the same time, Lin Yuan's right leg snapped out like a spring—swift, accurate, and ruthless, without a hint of hesitation.

"Bang——!"

A muffled thud sounded, and Lin Yuan's toe squarely kicked Cai Zhengfang's chest.

The next second, everyone saw…… Cai Zhengfang's body fly backward like a kite with its string cut!

Cai Zhengfang's arms remained in the punching pose, his face full of disbelief.

All the students present widened their eyes instantly; the previously noisy chatter ceased abruptly, they even forgot to breathe, just staring blankly at the scene.

Cai Zhengfang's body traced an arc in the air, flying a full five meters before landing with a heavy 'thud' on the corridor's concrete floor, kicking up dust.

He lay prone on the ground, motionless for a long while……

Cai Zhengfang felt a sharp pain burst in his chest, as if struck by a heavy hammer; even his breathing came with a stabbing ache, his ribs feeling as though they might break from the kick!

The surrounding onlooking students looked at each other, completely dazed?

Was what just happened a mistake on their part?

The students of the College of Physical Education were even more shocked, mouths agape, eyes full of bewilderment and incomprehension: 'What…… kind of trick is this??'

A bespectacled sports student muttered instinctively: 'Did Lin Laoshi just kick Cai Laoshi away with one move??'

Another student nodded along, his voice trembling:

"This is fucking ridiculous—are you joking? Cai Laoshi is a provincial-level athlete! He's our free-fighting martial arts instructor—how can he be so fragile??"

"No way?!"

"Someone couldn't help shouting: "Even when Cai Laoshi spars with us and gives us two hands, we can't get close—how could Lin Laoshi kick him away with one foot?""

The discussion rose again, but this time it was even more chaotic.

Everyone's gaze focused on Lin Yuan—filled with shock, curiosity, and disbelief.

Cai Zhengfang climbed up from the ground, his face flushed and pale.

Cai Zhengfang's face was full of humiliation and anger……

His eyes brimmed with disbelief as he struggled to rush forward and continue fighting Lin Yuan.

Lin Yuan furrowed his brows, and before Cai Zhengfang could get close, he launched another move!

Lin Yuan's palm moved so fast it left only an afterimage……

He struck Cai Zhengfang's chest directly, sending him flying again.

Using only one hand the whole time, in less than a minute Lin Yuan had Cai Zhengfang clutching his chest, bent over, with blood trickling from his mouth.

Seeing his own hands powerless to resist, Cai Zhengfang collapsed completely……

Facing Lin Yuan's bizarre technique, his decades of free-fighting training proved as fragile as paper.

The students of the College of Physical Education stood rooted, eyes wide as saucers.

Everyone forgot to close their mouths, their faces etched with shock and horror.

"Someone couldn't help muttering softly: "Cai Zhengfang Laoshi is the provincial free-fighting team champion! How could a mere Chinese medicine teacher like Lin Yuan beat him so utterly without any chance to retaliate?!""

Cai Zhengfang leaned against the wall, barely straightening up, his voice hoarse from coughing blood!

Cai Zhengfang's eyes filled with shock and resentment: 'What… what kind of martial art is this?! Why can't I dodge it at all?!'

No sooner had he finished speaking than a sudden sharp pain gripped his chest……

He couldn't help bending over and spat a mouthful of blood 'pfft' onto the ground, staining the concrete before him red.

Lin Yuan looked at him, his tone calm, devoid of extra emotion: 'Yanxia, ancient martial arts.'

Upon hearing the five words 'Yanxia, ancient martial arts,' Cai Zhengfang's pupils contracted sharply.

The hand Cai Zhengfang had pressed to his chest froze; his face was full of shock, his voice trembling with disbelief:

"Ancient martial arts? No… impossible! Isn't ancient martial arts long obsolete and outdated? How could anyone still know it?"

The surrounding students also erupted in an uproar.

Someone scratched his head, face full of confusion……

Someone pulled out his phone to quickly search for 'Yanxia ancient martial arts'……

The discussion grew louder than before.

The classmates' eyes were full of shock……

They had only seen ancient martial arts in novels, never imagining it truly existed in reality.

Lin Yuan observed the crowd's reaction, gave a slight shake of his head, and explained calmly:

"Yanxia ancient martial arts haven't been eliminated; it's just that over time many techniques have been lost, and fewer people can fully master them, making it seem obsolete."

His gaze fell on Cai Zhengfang's pale face, seeing him still lightly coughing while holding his chest……

Lin Yuan then stepped forward, his tone softening somewhat:

"Your internal injuries are serious, and your arms and shoulders show signs of dislocation; let me treat your injuries—if you delay, you might be left with lasting damage."

Before Cai Zhengfang could react, Lin Yuan had already reached out……

Lin Yuan's fingertips pressed precisely on Cai Zhengfang's shoulder acupoint, giving a gentle rub and push.

Only a soft 'click' was heard!

Then Lin Yuan grasped Cai Zhengfang's dislocated arm and swiftly and steadily reduced it.

Next, Lin Yuan produced a silver needle, swiftly inserting it into several of Cai Zhengfang's acupoints to treat his internal injuries.

However, less than half a minute...

Cai Zhengfang felt the sharp pain in his chest gradually fade, his originally stiff shoulders and arms could move, and even his breathing became much smoother.

Cai Zhengfang tried raising his arm and discovered it had fully returned to normal, the oppressive feeling from his internal injuries also disappeared.

The watching students were dumbfounded; someone couldn't help exclaiming, "My goodness! This is too miraculous? Just a moment ago he was vomiting blood, and now he's fine?"

"Teacher Lin not only knows ancient martial arts, his medical skills are this amazing? What kind of divine teacher is he!"

Cai Zhengfang moved his arm, the shock on his face gradually turning into admiration.

He looked at Lin Yuan, the hostility in his eyes gone, replaced only by conviction.

Cai Zhengfang hesitated…… then asked, "Teacher Lin, your ancient martial arts and medical skills are this amazing—may I ask who your master is? I'd like to visit and learn from him."

Lin Yuan heard the two words 'master,' and his eyes darkened.

Lin Yuan's tone carried a hint of nostalgia and regret: "I have no master; these were taught by my grandfather, who passed away many years ago."

Cai Zhengfang stared for a moment, then showed a regretful expression.

However, Cai Zhengfang's eyes soon lit up again.

Cai Zhengfang leaned forward and said sincerely:

"Teacher Lin, since you're this amazing, I'd like to invite you to the College of Physical Education as a martial arts instructor, specifically teaching the students the basics of ancient martial arts—salary and benefits, you name them. How about it?"

The surrounding students fell silent in an instant……

Everyone looked at Lin Yuan expectantly, hoping he would agree.

Lin Yuan, however, gently shook his head, his tone gentle but firm:

"Sorry, Teacher Cai, I'm mainly focused on Chinese medicine teaching now, with no extra time to teach at the College of Physical Education—thank you for your kindness."

Cai Zhengfang was shocked……

Cai Zhengfang said he wanted to invite Lin Yuan to the College of Physical Education as a martial arts instructor, but Lin Yuan refused……

Cai Zhengfang still wanted to invite Lin Yuan, but was directly refused by Lin Yuan.

Lin Yuan directly left the scene.

……

In the afternoon, sunlight slanted into the classroom of Zhijiang University.

Lin Yuan walked in holding the Chinese medicine lecture notes, and as soon as he pushed the door open he froze……

The classroom was even more crowded than in the morning……

In the back rows and aisles, many more students wearing blue sports uniforms appeared, with 'College of Physical Education' printed on their chests.

Lin Yuan walked up to the podium, not yet having time to open the lecture notes.

A tall sports student just 'swished' his hand up, his voice loud enough to pierce the classroom:

"Teacher Lin! That move you used on Teacher Cai this morning was so cool! We want to learn martial arts from you—even if you just teach us one move or half a form, that would be fine!"

As soon as those words finished, other students from the College of Physical Education immediately chimed in……

Someone even stood up and clapped:

"Exactly! We won't interfere with your Chinese medicine class—just two hours a week is enough, and we'll pay the tuition ourselves!"

Lin Yuan looked at the eager eyes filling the classroom, helplessly raising a hand to his forehead.

Lin Yuan's tone carried a hint of helpless amusement: "Classmates, I teach Chinese medical massage and acupuncture, not martial arts coaching—you've got the wrong direction."

A short-haired sports student, unwilling to give up, leaned forward and said: "Your ancient martial arts are better than free fighting! Teacher Cai is a provincial champion, yet he couldn't even beat you, right?"

Lin Yuan shook his head, spreading the lecture notes on the podium: "Ancient martial arts are a family tradition; I have no plans to teach them externally. Besides, you study free fighting more systematically—just keep practicing with Teacher Cai."

You Nianchu, sitting in the third row, also raised her hand, her eyes sparkling……

You Nianchu said with a little anticipation: "Teacher Lin, I also want to learn! The last time I ran into thugs, it was you who saved me—I want to be able to protect myself."

Lin Yuan looked at You Nianchu, his tone softened but remained firm:

"You Nianchu, first solidify your basics in Chinese medicine; ancient martial arts require long-term practice, are prone to injury, and aren't suitable for you to learn now."

You Nianchu pursed her lips and muttered softly, "Alright."

She still sat up straight obediently, ready to listen to the Chinese medicine lesson.

Seeing Lin Yuan's firm attitude, the College of Physical Education students could only give up the idea……

However, during class everyone was unusually focused……

Even when Lin Yuan demonstrated the massage technique, they followed along, stretching out their arms to mimic.

After the afternoon class ended, Lin Yuan had just packed the lecture notes into his bag, about to walk out of the classroom.

Then he saw Dean Luo Renhai standing at the classroom door.

Luo Renhai gripped a brown folder in his hand, a smile on his face.

Dean Luo quickly walked over and patted Lin Yuan's shoulder:

"Lin Yuan, are you done? I have a matter I'd like you to help with—earlier you analyzed that the mechanical scalpel's precision has an issue, and we've been unable to resolve this document; could you join us in researching it?"

Lin Yuan blinked, "Mechanical scalpel, the precision issue isn't solved yet?"

Dean Luo sighed, then laughed: "When the team adjusts the scalpel head's precision, they can't always get the acupoint distance right—you know human acupoints best; I'd like you to oversee it."

Lin Yuan thought it over; Chinese medicine acupoints could indeed help.

Lin Yuan then nodded: "Alright, then I'll go with you to take a look."

……

The two passed through Zhijiang University's experimental building hallway and arrived at the laboratory door.

Dean Luo Renhai pushed open the glass door marked 【Mechanical Scalpel R&D Group】.

A breath of metallic chill blew over them.

The lab was bustling, five or six researchers in white coats gathered around the central workbench.

On the stage lay a half-assembled mechanical scalpel.

The silver blade head gleamed with a cold light, and nearby lay screwdrivers, wrenches, and other tools.

By the wall, a blond-haired, blue-eyed foreign man frowned at the computer screen, which was filled with complex mechanical parameters.

The foreign man's chest badge read: "Chief R&D Doctor Steve White".

He was a precision instrument specialist specially invited by Dean Luo from overseas.

"Dean Luo, you've finally arrived!" Professor Zhang, the lab head, hurried over to greet him.

"The positioning accuracy of this blade head is still off by 0.3 millimeters; with this error, it simply cannot be used for minimally invasive surgery near acupoints." Professor Zhang sighed.

Dean Luo stepped aside to let Lin Yuan behind him step forward, smiling as he introduced: "Professor Zhang, Dr. Steve, this is Teacher Lin Yuan, an expert in the field of traditional Chinese medicine with profound knowledge of human acupoints and meridians; I invited him to help us oversee."

Professor Zhang's gaze fell on Lin Yuan, scanning him up and down...

Lin Yuan was still wearing the white T-shirt and jeans from this morning, which looked out of place among the researchers in white lab coats.

Professor Zhang's eyes first showed a hint of scrutiny, then he couldn't help laughing out loud:

"Dean Luo, it's not that I won't give you face, but the mechanical scalpel concerns precision transmission, torque control, and real-time calibration of sensors; you've brought in a TCM teacher..."

Professor Zhang paused, his tone carrying a hint of condescension.

"Teacher Lin, don't take offense—I'll speak plainly: do you understand the tooth flank clearance of gear meshing, or the sensitivity adjustment of piezoelectric sensors? This isn't acupuncture; even a slight difference won't do."

The surrounding researchers also began to whisper among themselves...

Someone quietly pursed their lips in Lin Yuan's direction...

Obviously, everyone thought Dean Luo was grasping at straws, seeking any possible cure.

Dr. Steve also turned around, his blue eyes filled with doubt, speaking in not-so-fluent Chinese:

"Dean Luo, traditional Chinese medicine... has nothing to do with mechanical precision, right? You've brought in a TCM practitioner—this is kind of a joke, isn't it? Isn't TCM all just a bunch of deceitful tricks?"