Urban Miracle Doctor
Chapter 88 - 88 88 Tangmen's Strange Poison - Three Drums

88: Chapter 88 Tangmen’s Strange Poison – Three Drums 88: Chapter 88 Tangmen’s Strange Poison – Three Drums “Three Tones Drum?

Absolutely impossible!” Pu Zhengying said with a look of shock on his face.

The Korean doctors behind Pu Zhengying were all showing bewildered expressions upon hearing about the Three Tones Drum, only asking after seeing the shock on Pu Zhengying’s face upon hearing ‘Three Tones Drum,’

“Master Pu, what is the Three Tones Drum?”

Pu Zhengying hadn’t yet recovered from his shock and kept repeating, “Absolutely impossible, the ‘Three Tones Drum’ is not just a matter of being lost, even if there are recipes, they’re not something just anyone can concoct.”

The group of Korean doctors looked at each other, puzzled, and asked again, “Then what exactly is this poison?”

Before Pu Zhengying could speak, Liu Jianbang also said with a horrified face, “Tangmen’s unique poison—the Three Tones Drum!”

“The poisoned person, normally unaffected, appears no different from an ordinary person, but once they hear the sound of drums, the poison will flare up!

This poison can act up to three times, each time stronger than the last, and by the third time, it will directly claim their life!”

“Usually, it’s used by Tangmen to control some of their peripheral disciples, but it’s said that after Tangmen was destroyed over a hundred years ago, the Three Tones Drum was lost along with it.”

“The Three Tones Drum is extremely difficult to prepare, even if one has the recipe, there’s no guarantee they’ll be able to concoct it.”

After hearing this, the Korean doctors and the old Chinese doctors of the Jiangcheng Chinese Medicine Association all wore expressions of shock.

This kind of poison was utterly inconceivable.

“Mr.

Qin, not to mention that the ‘Three Tones Drum’ is a Tangmen secret technique, even the recipe itself is extremely difficult to concoct, so I assert that you’re being alarmist.

Mr.

Qin, you really don’t have to go to this extent.

But, the poison in Pu Dongxi, no ordinary doctor would have a way to deal with it.

If there were no family heritage of Spiritual Medicine, I too would be helpless.”

Pu Zhengying looked at Qin Han, smiled, and said, with his face returning to a state as calm as an ancient well.

In his view, the reason why Qin Han claimed that the poison in Pu Dongxi was the ‘Three Tones Drum’ was simply to elevate his own status.

The medical skills of the people from the Dragon Kingdom were indeed superb, but it was an undeniable fact that they cared about face.

From the beginning to the end, after Qin Han mentioned the ‘Three Tones Drum,’ he had not spoken again, merely watching Pu Zhengying with indifference.

Suddenly, Qin Han raised both arms, brought his palms together in an arch shape, and clapped them together, making a sound like that of a drum being struck.

“Boom!”

As soon as the sound fell, Pu Dongxi, who was standing behind Pu Zhengying, spat out a mouthful of fresh blood and fainted on the spot, his complexion not iron-blue like yesterday, but now showing a greenish-black hue, his body twitching all over.

“Young Master Pu!

What’s wrong with you?” The Korean doctors behind him immediately became chaotic.

Hearing the noise behind him, Pu Zhengying hurriedly turned back and, upon seeing Pu Dongxi’s condition, once again took out the medicinal pills he carried with him and stuffed one into Pu Dongxi’s mouth, only this time the pill was not effective.

At this moment, the old Chinese doctors of the Jiangcheng Chinese Medicine Association truly realized how ignorant they had been the day before, having treated a Divine Doctor as a charlatan and driven him out.

“If this was indeed a genuine Shennong Hundred Herbs Pill, perhaps it could really cure this unique Tangmen poison, but ultimately, what you have is but an imitation, lacking in the true essence of the Shennong Hundred Herbs Pill.”

“The Shennong Hundred Herbs Pill?”

“To think it’s the Shennong Hundred Herbs Pill, what’s happening today, long-lost recipes and needle techniques reappearing all at once!”

“Even if it’s an imitation, this pill in today’s society could be said to cure a hundred poisons!”

Although the old Chinese doctors were not fond of Korean medicine, they still felt a deep respect for Pu Zhengying in their hearts.

Pu Zhengying didn’t respond, but once again took out silver needles, swiftly administering seven in a row.

“Yin Yang Seven Star Needle!”

It was the same Yin Yang Seven Star Needle, but in the hands of Pu Zhengying, it was performed with more spirit than when Pu Dongxi did it.

Needle closed!

Pu Dongxi no longer convulsed, but the cyanosis on his face had not receded in the slightest; he still appeared to be in a coma.

“Why didn’t you use the eighth needle to protect his heart meridian?”

Qin Han, who was sitting aside, suddenly spoke up.

“Is there really an eighth needle?

You actually know about the eighth needle!” Pu Zhengying was once again shocked by Qin Han, looking at him in disbelief, with hands trembling uncontrollably.

“Alas, having learned just the basics, you think you have grasped the essence of the Yin Yang Seven Star Needle and even boasted that it is your family’s secret technique.

How ridiculous!” Qin Han sighed and said coldly.

Pu Zhengying stood there dumbfounded, unable to speak, his face turning red.

After a moment, Pu Zhengying’s shoulders slumped, his face returned to normal, but he wore a look of dejection as he slowly approached Qin Han, gazing at him.

Wang Zhinan and members of the Jiangcheng Chinese Medicine Association thought Pu Zhengying was going to strike Qin Han, all stepping forward, but unexpectedly—

Pu Zhengying gave Qin Han a deep bow of ninety degrees, with hands clasped together in front, and said, “Mr.

Qin, I have learned my lesson.

I have never told anyone that the Yin Yang Seven Star Needle is my family’s secret technique.

I have been devoted to medical skills all my life and failed to discipline my family properly, enabling them to spout such nonsense.”

“I know Mr.

Qin may not believe me, but I guarantee with my integrity of many years in practice that I am not lying.

There are also not a few people from Longguo who have been saved by the Yin Yang Seven Star Needle.”

“I earnestly request Mr.

Qin, on account of my role as a Doctor, to cure my grandson Pu Dongxi of his poison.”

“Pu Zhengying is paying you the respects of a disciple!”

Watching Pu Zhengying perform a respectful Han-style disciple’s salute to Qin Han, the expressions of those in the venue varied.

The Korean doctors shook their heads in a tragic manner, unable to believe that one of their country’s top Chinese medicine practitioners was bowing to a Longguo national, and furthermore, performing the Han-style disciple’s salute.

The Chinese doctors from Longguo were somewhat moved by Pu Zhengying’s actions.

Even though his actions were driven by the desire to save his grandson, the respect he showed towards Longguo Chinese medicine in his words was not feigned.

To be a renowned physician of Goryeo and yet have such open-mindedness and thoughtfulness, he could definitely become a Doctor.

In comparison, their own selves seemed somewhat lacking next to Pu Zhengying.

People may have national boundaries, but medical skills know no borders.

At that moment, a feeling of mutual respect inevitably arose.

Qin Han received Pu Zhengying’s salute with dignity, helped him to stand up, and turned to the Korean doctors, saying, “Remember, Mr.

Pu’s bow was not to me, but to Longguo’s medical skills.

Moreover, he did it on your behalf.

One should always remember their roots and not forget where they come from!”

Turning to look at the Chinese doctors from the Jiangcheng Chinese Medicine Association, Qin Han continued, “We as medical practitioners of Longguo should be even more aware of humility.

We must never forget the profound heritage of a great nation, always maintain a heart willing to learn, or else your achievements will remain stagnant.”

“Despite Mr.

Pu, as Goryeo’s Divine Doctor, being able to let go of his pride, what do you have to be proud of?”

“The accomplished lead the way!”

Qin Han’s words resounded throughout the entire venue, loud and clear!