Chapter 444: Beyond people there are people, beyond heaven there is heaven

"Swindle and deceit?" Lin Yuan originally did not want to retort.

But when he heard this, his face turned slightly cold.

"This overseas doctor, do you understand real Chinese medicine? You Western medicine are so powerful, why can't you even solve a problem with a mechanical scalpel?" Lin Yuan retorted coldly.

Dr. Steve said coldly, "Oh? Then you understand? Then come solve it and see? If you can solve the problem, I will, according to your Chinese custom, kowtow to you!"

"Good." Lin Yuan replied coldly.

He said this and walked to the experimental table.

Lin Yuan's gaze fell upon that mechanical scalpel...

His finger lightly touched the metal casing of the blade tip.

Then he picked up the parameter sheet on the table and examined it carefully.

Lin Yuan didn't look at those complicated mechanical parameters; instead, he pointed to the 【Human Acupoint Reference Diagram】 in the corner of the parameter sheet and asked:

"Professor Zhang, is the blade tip positioning you set calculated according to the acupoint coordinates of the standard human body model?"

Professor Zhang nodded, his tone a bit impatient: "Of course, this is the internationally used human anatomical model data, with an error within 0.1 millimeter. What's the problem?"

"The problem is right here." Lin Yuan pointed to the annotation of the 【Leg Three Miles】 acupoint on the diagram.

"The standard model is static, but a real person's acupoints shift with muscle tension and breathing rhythm."

"For example, when a person inhales, the abdominal muscles contract, and the lower limb acupoints shift by 0.2–0.3 millimeters. Your mechanical scalpel is calibrated only to static coordinates, ignoring the body's dynamic changes—this is why there is a 0.3‑millimeter error."

Professor Zhang stared for a moment, then frowned: "Impossible! Our sensors can capture tissue density changes in real time; they have nothing to do with muscle tension!"

Dr. Steve also snorted and shook his head: "The mechanical scalpel's positioning relies on optical tracking and mechanical transmission; we have already compensated for the influence of bodily dynamics with algorithms—it's not an acupoint issue."

Lin Yuan did not argue.

Lin Yuan merely had the researcher activate the mechanical scalpel and operate it on the simulated human tissue nearby (a silicone model marked with acupoints).

When the blade tip was aimed at the "Leg Three Miles" acupoint, preparing to cut...

Lin Yuan suddenly said: "Now make the simulated person inhale, press the abdomen of the silicone model to increase muscle tension."

One researcher did as he said...

Only see the blade tip's positioning coordinates on the screen shift by 0.28 millimeter instantly, exactly matching the previous error!

Professor Zhang's face changed instantly; he hurried to the screen.

Professor Zhang repeatedly confirmed it three times, his fingers trembling slightly:

"How… how could this be? Our algorithm clearly calculated the influence of tissue elasticity, but we didn't consider that the acupoints would move along..."

Dr. Steve also widened his eyes, picked up the parameter sheet to recalculate, his gaze filled with disbelief!

Professor Zhang couldn't help but ask: "Lin Laoshi, you haven't studied mechanical engineering—how do you know this?"

Lin Yuan gave a faint smile.

"When my grandfather taught me acupuncture, he said, 'The needle follows the meridians, the hand moves with the needle's intent.' A mechanical scalpel and an acupuncture needle are essentially the same—both are 'using a tool to operate on the human body,' only one is manual, the other mechanical… the principle is the same."

Lin Yuan continued, "The core of the mechanical scalpel is that it is AI; its precision cannot match that of a human, because medical surgery must at any moment respond to various complex problems—humans can handle them, AI cannot. For example, in many complex surgical cutting situations, a person is more accurate than a mechanical scalpel. Moreover, humans have greater judgment."

"Therefore, it still needs improvement."

Lin Yuan stared at Dr. Steve, suddenly speaking with a hint of coldness:

"Dr. Steve, just now you said if I could solve the mechanical scalpel's problem, you would kowtow to me… does that still count?"

Dean Luo, hearing this, hurried forward two steps and reached out to pull Lin Yuan's arm.

Dean Luo whispered a warning: "Lin Yuan, don't be impulsive; this is all for research—there's no need to get so stiff."

Lin Yuan, however, did not move; he merely kept his gaze locked on Steve, his tone firm:

"Dean Luo, it's not me who wants to cause trouble; it's Dr. Steve who went back on his word. Earlier he doubted I could solve the problem, now the problem is solved, yet he refuses to acknowledge it?"

Dr. Steve's face instantly turned ugly, flushed red.

Dr. Steve abruptly stepped back, his tone defensive and unwilling: "You merely happened to find the problem just now; that proves nothing!"

Dr. Steve pointed at the mechanical scalpel on the experimental table, his voice suddenly rising.

"Moreover, I still insist that machines are always more precise than humans! Your Chinese medicine's 'experience' and 'feeling' simply cannot compare to quantified mechanical precision!"

"The mechanical scalpel I researched can, under the most complex conditions, precisely cut open a rat's viscera—something a human doctor performing manual operation could never achieve!"

No sooner had his words fallen than Steve hurried to the side of the experimental table.

Steve gestured for the researcher to bring the prepared experimental rat and fixing device.

He personally adjusted the mechanical scalpel's parameters, his fingers flying over the control panel…

Steve, not forgetting to emphasize, said: "Watch closely—I'll now show you just how terrifying the machine's precision is."

As Steve pressed the start button…

The mechanical scalpel blade descended slowly; in the microscope's real‑time image, the blade tip steadily avoided the rat's internal blood vessels and cut along the preset trajectory.

Finally, the screen popped up the data: "Cutting precision: 1 mm, no tissue damage."

Steve looked triumphantly at Lin Yuan.

Steve lifted his chin: "See? A precision of 1 mm—human doctors with a scalpel can at most achieve 2 mm, and they easily damage surrounding tissue!"

The young researcher beside him also chimed in, handing over the previous test report.

"Professor Lin, this is the test data from our collaboration with Western medicine hospitals; indeed, the upper limit of manual scalpel precision is 2 mm, far inferior to the mechanical scalpel."

Lin Yuan, hearing the researcher's words, curled the corner of his mouth into a cold smile.

Lin Yuan's eyes gleamed with a hint of sharpness: "Is the limit of human surgical operation really only 2 mm?"

Lin Yuan swept his gaze over the overseas‑returned researchers present, all wearing doubtful expressions, and said coldly:

"Or else, do you think you can break through the limit?" Steve asked sarcastically.

Lin Yuan calmly said, "There is an old Chinese saying: 'Beyond people there are people, beyond heaven there is heaven.' Have you never heard of it?"

No sooner had his words fallen than Lin Yuan stepped sideways and retreated to the edge of the experimental table two meters away.

Lin Yuan's left hand casually rested at his side, while his right hand fished out a slender silver needle from his white coat pocket…

The needle tip glowed with a cold light.

Before the crowd could react, Lin Yuan lightly lifted his wrist!

With a flick of his fingertips, the silver needle shot out like a bolt of silver lightning!

"Whoosh…"

As the faint sound of the needle slicing the air faded, it precisely pierced the designated spot in the mouse's viscera on the demonstration table!

The nearby high-precision detector instantly flashed its reading!

"Error: 0.5mm"!

The overseas-trained researchers on the spot froze in place…

All the researchers' eyes widened, their faces filled with shock and horror!

Some even instinctively rubbed their eyes, thinking they had misseen.

"0.5 millimeters?! How is that possible?!"

A bespectacled researcher rushed to the detector, repeatedly verifying the data, his voice trembling.

"The highest record for a manual surgical scalpel in Western medicine is 2 millimeters, and for a mechanical blade it's 1 millimeter, yet he used a silver needle… and it's even more precise than a mechanical blade!"

Another researcher stared at the silver needle firmly embedded in the mouse's viscera, swallowed, and said:

"This isn't just breaking a record—it's raising human manual precision to a level even machines can't reach!"

Doctor Steve also hurried over, stared at the detector's data, his blue eyes full of disbelief!!

Steve muttered to himself:

"No… this violates mechanics—how can a manually thrown needle from two meters away be accurate to 0.5 millimeters? It's impossible! How did you do it?!"

Lin Yuan stepped forward and retrieved the needle.

He calmly said: "It relies on the amplification and diffusion of sensory intuition. In Chinese medicine, the 'observation, listening, questioning, and pulse-taking' essentially train the senses and diffuse spiritual awareness."

"In observation, one must discern blood flow from subtle facial changes; in listening, differentiate organ deficiency/excellence from breath differences; in questioning, catch latent symptoms in speech; and in pulse-taking, rely on fingertip touch to sense the pulse's float, sink, and delay."

Lin Yuan spoke slowly.

Lin Yuan paused, then pointed to his eyes and fingers:

"After years of practicing acupuncture and studying pulse patterns, my hearing can detect minute tissue vibrations, my vision can capture millimeter-scale position shifts, and my touch can sense the slight influence of airflow on the needle."

"When the five senses work together, they naturally enable precise control of the needle's trajectory. Chinese medicine inherently demands sharp senses to detect hidden ailments invisible to ordinary people—this shares the same essence as precise manipulation."

Doctor Steve stood there, listening, dumbfounded.

The surrounding researchers and professors were also shocked to hear this.

Doctor Steve was utterly shocked.

This was the first time he truly felt the power of Chinese medicine—not superstition, but a complete logical system supporting a "sensory-operation" framework!

Doctor Steve fell silent for a few seconds, then suddenly stepped forward, amid everyone's astonished gazes…

Doctor Steve went down on one knee with a thud before Lin Yuan!

His blue eyes were full of awe.

"Professor Lin, I previously looked down on Chinese medicine due to my shallowness. You have shown me another possibility of human ability and made me understand the true significance of integrating Chinese and Western medicine… I apologize to you and pay tribute to Chinese medicine!"

Lin Yuan was also a bit taken aback; he had merely intended to give that foreign professor a hard time on purpose.

He never expected that this foreigner would actually kneel before him?

This?

Steve knelt on the ground, head slightly bowed, voice full of guilt: "The mysterious power of Chinese medicine—I now fully understand it! Earlier I scoffed and mocked Chinese medicine due to my narrow vision; I'm sorry!"

Luo Renhai hurried forward, reached out to help him up: "Doctor Steve, there's no need for this; Professor Lin isn't the type to hold grudges."

Lin Yuan waved his hand, tone flat: "Forget it, as long as the mechanical scalpel issue is resolved. I'm hungry—I need to go home and cook."

As Steve just steadied himself, he immediately grabbed the corner of Lin Yuan's coat.

Professor Zhang and the researchers also gathered around: "Professor Lin, don't go! Let us treat you to a meal as compensation!"

Steve immediately added: "Professor Lin, join our Western medical field! With your precision, as a lead surgeon you'd surely become world-famous—even surpassing mechanical scalpels!"

Lin Yuan gently brushed his hand away, shook his head and refused: "Sorry, I have no interest in medical research, nor do I want fame. I'm just an ordinary citizen who wants to live a steady life."

Having said that, he turned and walked away, his back disappearing quickly at the lab doorway…

Only the dazed crowd remained…

…

The evening sun dyed the gate of Zhijiang University a warm gold.

Lin Yuan pushed his bicycle out of the gate.

He mounted the bike, gave the pedals a light push, and the bicycle rolled slowly forward along the street…

The evening breeze brushed his cuffs, carrying the chill of early autumn.

Lin Yuan had just ridden a few hundred meters…

A white Audi RS7 suddenly turned from the adjacent lane, came to a steady stop in front of him, blocking his path.

Lin Yuan squeezed the brakes, looked up, and saw You Nianchu stepping out of the driver's seat.

She wore a white dress and clutched a black handbag.

"Professor Lin, wait a moment!" You Nianchu hurried to the bike, her tone tinged with urgency.

Lin Yuan raised an eyebrow, voice calm: "What's up?"

"I still want to learn martial arts." You Nianchu stared at him, eyes resolute.

"I genuinely want to protect myself—not just a passing fancy. I want to study martial arts under you; take me as your disciple, I'll pay you, I won't freeload."

Lin Yuan shook his head and reached out to move the bicycle aside.

Lin Yuan said seriously: "I've said before, ancient martial arts are hard to learn, not suitable for you girls. Moreover, you should focus more on studying traditional Chinese medicine."

Seeing that Lin Yuan always refused to teach her.

You Nianchu also got angry, she said angrily, "I don't care!"

You Nianchu suddenly raised her voice, abruptly turned around, and shouted toward the distant street corner: "Come out!"

Just as her voice fell, the originally empty street corner suddenly saw a dark mass of figures rushing out...

Dozens upon dozens of bodyguards in uniform black suits and black leather shoes!

Faint dark tattoos could be seen on the bodyguards' arms, their footsteps chaotic yet exuding a sense of orderly oppression...

The sea of bodyguards instantly surrounded Lin Yuan and his bicycle, leaving no gap.

Lin Yuan's gaze swept over the surrounding bodyguards, his brows slightly furrowed.

Lin Yuan's tone grew several degrees more stern as he looked at You Nianchu: "What are you doing?"

You Nianchu bit her lip, her eyes not backing down: "Since you won't teach me, I can only learn on my own... In practical class, I'll find you a few enemies to force you to act. Don't blame me~"

After saying that, she lifted her chin at the bodyguards: "Go ahead, no holding back—let me see just how hard his ancient martial arts really is?!!"