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Chapter 383: The Disciple of the Master of Traditional Chinese Medicine

Chapter 383: Chapter 383: The Disciple of the Master of Traditional Chinese Medicine

"Xiao Han, since you insist on opposing me, I can’t be blamed for what happens next. If that boy were still a cripple, perhaps I would spare his life, but unfortunately, he now possesses great strength. I absolutely won’t allow him the chance to return to the Xiao Family and become a rival to my son Yi Yun!"

Situ Yan’s expression was chilling, and a cold light flickered in her eyes.

"Madam, I think there’s no need for you to worry. That boy, no matter how powerful, couldn’t possibly be considered on the same level as the eldest young master."

"With the abilities, strength, and status that the eldest young master has now, the position of patriarch of the Xiao Family in the future can only be his. Moreover, the current patriarch is the old master; Madam, you really don’t need to worry about these things."

The woman stated unconvinced.

"Don’t forget about that old man; he’s still alive. If he finds out about all this, the outcome might change unpredictably, so I absolutely cannot let this kind of thing happen. I absolutely cannot let that boy set foot in Yanjing!"

Situ Yan’s tone was ice-cold, carrying a bone-chilling murderous intent.

At the Yanjing Military Region base, Langya returned with a face of indifferent pride.

"Langya!"

A voice filled with authority rang out, and the figure of Yaan Yanjun appeared here.

"Commander!"

Langya saluted Yaan Yanjun.

"How did it go? Did you kill him?"

Yaan Yanjun asked eagerly.

"No!"

Langya responded in a deep voice.

"What? Even you couldn’t kill him?"

Yaan Yanjun’s face looked somewhat ugly and shocked. Langya was the strongest soldier in the military region, possessing immense power and having killed at least a thousand people, terrifying militaries from all countries. He didn’t expect that even he couldn’t deal with Xiao Yifeng.

"It’s not that I couldn’t kill him, but that if I killed him, I’d have to pay a huge price myself!"

Langya spoke with a cold expression.

"What do you mean by that? Didn’t I tell you to kill him at all costs?"

Yaan Yanjun’s expression turned cold as he watched Langya.

"Sorry, but my life belongs to the nation, not to you personally, Commander. I won’t risk my life for your personal vendetta when I still have many missions to complete!"

Langya spoke these proud and indifferent words and left straight away.

"You..."

Yaan Yanjun’s face flushed with frustration but felt helpless. He knew Langya’s character well. If it weren’t for the fact that he had been ordered to take action by his superiors, Langya would probably not have bothered with Xiao Yifeng at all.

Just the fact that even Langya would have to pay a terrible price to kill Xiao Yifeng suggested how strong Xiao Yifeng had become!

"When did this kid become so strong?"

Yaan Yanjun muttered to himself, his expression turning somewhat grim.

"Interesting fellow, I’ll have a good fight with you next time!"

Meanwhile, as Langya entered a room within the military base, a sharp glint flashed through his eyes.

...

In Tianhai, at the City People’s Hospital.

Currently, in the emergency room of the hospital, a group of doctors was gathered, rushing to save a patient who had just been admitted with an acute cerebral thrombosis.

Han Jianbin and Han Zixuan were both here, performing emergency treatment.

"No good, the blood supply to the patient’s brain has been interrupted, and brain tissue has already begun to suffer from ischemia and hypoxia. If this goes on for too long, brain death is very likely!"

Han Zixuan spoke with a grave expression.

"Quickly, take him to the operating room for a craniotomy!"

Han Jianbin said in a heavy voice.

"But, Director, we can’t get in touch with the patient’s family right now. We can’t perform this kind of surgery without the family’s consent. If anything happens to the patient, we will bear a huge responsibility."

A doctor looked at Han Jianbin and spoke.

"Even if we don’t have the family’s consent, we must perform the surgery immediately, or the patient will be in grave danger,"

Han Jianbin said with a grave expression.

For a moment, these medical professors’ eyes were flickering.

"It’s just a cerebral thrombosis, why bother entering the operating room?"

A hearty male voice rang out, and then everyone saw a young man dressed in a suit entering. He had a smile on his face and an imposing aura, radiating an extraordinary temperament.

"Teng’er, you’re back!"

Seeing the young man, an elderly man with white hair in the ward called out excitedly.

"Grandfather!"

The young man also showed a trace of excitement when he saw the elderly man.

"Chang Teng!"

Han Zixuan’s eyes flashed with a hint of surprise as she looked at the young man.

"Zixuan!"

The young man’s eyes shone as he looked at Han Zixuan.

"Alright, stop wasting time. Prepare for the surgery right away and take the patient into the operating room. If anything happens to the patient, I will take full responsibility!"

Han Jianbin said in a deep voice.

"President Han, there’s no need to take him into the operating room. Leave this patient to me!"

The young man, who was Chang Teng, said with a smile at the corner of his mouth as he walked over.

He took out a wooden box filled with the scent of sandalwood from his person, opened it, and inside were rows of crystal-clear silver needles.

"Silver Needle?"

Seeing the silver needles, both Han Jianbin and Han Zixuan’s pupils contracted as the image of Xiao Yifeng came to their minds.

"Chang Teng, can you also perform acupuncture?"

Han Zixuan asked, surprised, looking at Chang Teng.

"I have now taken Master Huachun, director of Yanjing Traditional Chinese Medicine Hospital, as my teacher, and he has taught me many extremely powerful acupuncture skills,"

Chang Teng said calmly.

"Director of Yanjing Traditional Chinese Medicine Hospital, Huachun!"

Hearing Chang Teng’s words, all the doctors and professors present, including Han Jianbin and Han Zixuan, were shocked.

As people devoted to the study of medicine, they naturally had heard of Huachun’s reputation.

He was a renowned master in the field of Chinese medicine in China, expert in medical treatment and skilled in Chinese acupuncture. His status and medical expertise in the field of Chinese medicine were several levels above that of Han Jianbin, the president of the Tianhai Traditional Chinese Medicine Association.

All of this was because Huachun was the patriarch of the Hua Family, a distinguished family in the world of Chinese medicine in China, and his father, Old Hua, was the president of the Traditional Chinese Medicine Association in China and one of the three National Physicians appointed by the Chinese head of state, standing like a lofty peak in the world of Chinese medicine.

As his son and the patriarch of the Hua Family, Huachun’s medical expertise was naturally exceptional. He had long since become a master in the Chinese medical community, famous throughout China and worshipped by many medical students. To the point where many had never even had a chance to meet him.

Now that Chang Teng had become a disciple of Huachun, it naturally shocked everyone present. This was a significant figure whom they rarely had the opportunity to meet.

For a moment, these so-called medical professors looked at Chang Teng with undisguised envy.

And Chang Teng’s grandfather, Chang Qingshan, the vice president of the Tianhai Traditional Chinese Medicine Association, had an even more excited expression, his eyes brimming with brilliance.

"Teng’er, are you telling the truth?"

Chang Qingshan looked at Chang Teng, his expression filled with excitement.