Chapter 199: Upgraded Skills

As the PowerPoint slides were presented one by one, the attending directors soon realized something was wrong.

It was neither a tactic of praising before criticizing, nor a show of force before the initiation; every word Ling Tian spoke was extremely ruthless. This was a genuine academic dispute, sharp and exposed.

The directors in the audience grew more alarmed and fearful the more they listened.

Everyone had only heard of this kind of "bayonets drawn" combat, but had never seen it.

In the few legendary battles that had occurred, the losers either ended up with their reputations ruined or were forced to flee to distant lands.

No matter how high one's technical level was, it was useless; once the battle began, there was no possibility of taking even half a step back.

A lifetime of reputation was staked here; the loser would lose everything.

However, the few battles everyone was familiar with were between peers of the same level. Now, although Qin sat beside Teng out of respect for his status, his most capable disciple—the top-tier Interventional Surgery doctor in Shanghai, Professor Ling Tian—was fighting bare-chested!

This was a rhythm intended to crush that young doctor with the force of Mount Tai.

Everyone was as silent as cicadas in winter; the academic conference, which they had thought would be a harmonious event, had unknowingly changed its flavor.

Qian Ying's expression gradually turned cold; she was furious, especially furious.

A large, warm hand grasped her hand.

"Stay calm."

"Old Ji, he is bullying my son!" Qian Ying was beyond furious.

"Let Ji Xiang handle it himself."

"Him?"

"After all, he is your son, and he is my son. He should be able to handle this small matter. Ji Xiang has grown up, he has grown up," Ji Yongchang said calmly.

Qian Ying fell silent, but her gaze was like a blade, as if she wanted to carve Ling Tian up.

Academician Teng frowned slightly. "Director Qin, what is going on? Didn't you say you were going to take on a Closed-door disciple? What is this?"

"Teng, I misjudged him," Qin said with deep regret. "I held this conference for him and even invited you; I've done everything I could. But that kid, instead, brought out a piece of nonsense paper and wants to..."

Before Qin could finish his sentence, he suddenly saw a young and familiar figure walk onto the podium.

Although he had only interacted with Ji Xiang once for less than two hours, Qin likely would not forget that young, vibrant figure even when he closed his eyes to leave this world.

Damn it!

Qin's hand had already clenched into a fist, watching Ji Xiang walk onto the stage coldly.

In an academic debate, like great scholars debating the classics, how could one succeed without deep foundations and rich on-the-spot adaptability?

Qin was not relying on his status by only sending Ling Tian out while hiding in the back.

He let Ling Tian take the stage because Ling Tian was even better than him at debating. After all, Ling Tian was young, had an active mind, and possessed rich Clinical experience; when it came to the theory of Interventional Surgery, there really might not be anyone better than him.

He had to use the momentum of Mount Tai to crush this little guy and tell him the truth of this world.

If he couldn't have it, he would destroy it.

A ball of rage was burning in Qin's heart; he completely failed to notice the change in Academician Teng's tone.

"Oh?" Academician Teng saw Ji Xiang walk onto the stage, looked at the young man with curiosity, and stopped his conversation with Qin.

"Teacher Ling, I have something to say." Ji Xiang stepped onto the stage, looking directly at Ling Tian, completely fearless.

Ling Tian sneered and flipped the PowerPoint to the last page. He had already said everything he needed to say; only now did Ji Xiang think to interrupt him?

Although it would have been futile even if he had stood up at the beginning, it would have been better than now.

Who did he think he was? What qualifications did he have to stand here and debate academic insights with him?

"Doctor Xiao Ji, these problems are objectively existent; I think you should know that too," Ling Tian said, holding the microphone, not intending to hand it to Ji Xiang at all.

At this moment, the microphone was the right to speak, and Ling Tian didn't mind being a little petty.

Years later, no one would care what he had done; they would only tell the story of an ignorant young man being trampled underfoot by him and his boss, mercilessly crushed into dust.

Would he care about the thoughts of an ant?

Ling Tian tilted his head slightly, looking at Ji Xiang through his nostrils, deliberately putting on an arrogant posture. Just like trash-talking on the court, Ling Tian only did this to disrupt Ji Xiang's focus.

He didn't treat Ji Xiang as a young grassroots doctor, but as an equal opponent; Ling Tian even had a slight underdog mentality, though he didn't realize it himself.

After seeing Ji Xiang's surgery, Ling Tian's mindset had long since undergone a earth-shattering change.

"Teacher Ling, I would like to say a few words," Ji Xiang said very calmly and composedly.

"You? On what grounds?" Ling Tian asked arrogantly.

Click~

Click to use Surgical Points, skill—Gaze of the Superior Doctor activated!

"Doctor Ling Tian, I am talking to you; did you not hear me?" Ji Xiang asked coldly.

A massive pressure bore down on Ling Tian, like a bucket of ice water poured over his head, chilling him to the core.

Ling Tian's muscles stiffened, muscle cells generated action potentials, causing the concentration in the sarcoplasm to rise, rapidly binding with troponin C.

The intense concentration change caused a conformational change in troponin, weakening the binding between troponin I and actin, causing a conformational change in tropomyosin, exposing the binding sites on the actin.

The cross-bridges bound to the actin, the cross-bridges twisted, dragging Ling Tian's thin filaments toward the center of the thick filaments.

But after one drag, the calcium ion concentration dropped directly to zero.

All muscles disconnected almost simultaneously; Ling Tian froze in place, unable to move.

An unprecedented, great terror descended; Ling Tian wanted to flee, but he couldn't take a single step.

Before Ling Tian could even react,

Suddenly,

A sharp, piercing sensation surged up like a tide.

Other things were manageable, but the moment his muscles spasmed, a problem occurred with the Ureter smooth muscle, the urethral sphincter relaxed, and a surge of the urge to urinate rushed straight to his head.

Ling Tian was stunned; the massive pressure from across the stage was one thing, but what was this about him needing to urinate!

He tried his best to hold it in; if he urinated on stage, he would become a laughingstock for everyone.

"Thump, thump, thump." Ji Xiang tapped the lectern lightly and beckoned to Ling Tian.

The people offstage were all stunned.

Ji Yongchang watched his son with a smile on his face, while Qian Ying's eyes shone with excitement; she didn't care if Ji Xiang was acting insubordinately—if someone throws a punch, you naturally have to punch back!

Qin Chu's face was dark, looking as if he were in the late stages of Liver Cancer, while Teng sat with his legs crossed, watching Ji Xiang with great interest.

The other department heads didn't even whisper to one another; they all stared at this scene in dumbfounded silence.

In everyone's mental script, this scene simply did not exist.

Zhao Zhe had it the worst; he was so embarrassed he wanted to bang his head against the wall.

Ji Xiang was going too far; if Ling Tian handed him the microphone, he himself would...

Fortunately, his thoughts were slow; the moment the idea crossed his mind, Ling Tian's legs clamped together, and he took two steps forward in a strange posture, trembling as he handed the microphone to Ji Xiang.

(End of chapter)