Chapter 13

Gao Haisheng shouted, "In the field of cardiology and pulmonology, I am the authority! I am the expert! I can confidently tell you that no one can cure Mr. He's illness."

"That so-called expert title of yours means nothing to me," Ye Bufan said. "I can also confidently tell you that the diseases that Western medicine cannot cure can be treated by Traditional Chinese Medicine (TCM), and the illnesses you can't treat, I can!"

After hearing this, Gao Haisheng burst out laughing with a look of disdain. "What a joke, truly a joke! This is the funniest joke I've ever heard in my life! If TCM could cure diseases, then old sows could climb trees!"

Hearing this guy denigrate TCM again, Ye Bufan frowned. "Do you dare to make a bet with me? If I can cure Mr. He, you will publicly apologize to TCM in front of all of China. If I lose, this check is yours."

As he spoke, he took out the million-yuan check he had just received from Bai Cao Tang.

Gao Haisheng shook his head and said, "Mr. He is already in a critical condition; this bet is meaningless."

Ye Bufan said, "What? Are you afraid?"

Being repeatedly questioned by a young man in his twenties about his medical skills, Gao Haisheng was also getting angry. "Since you are so ignorant, I will give you a lesson. Is it just a bet? If I lose, not only will I publicly apologize to TCM in authoritative publications across China, but I will also give you one million yuan."

"Deal," Ye Bufan said, then turned and handed the check to He Tianqi. "Please, Mr. He, act as our witness."

After saying this, he was about to walk to He Changqing's bedside, but He Shuangshuang stepped in front of him, blocking his way. "Stop! Don't touch my grandfather; he is not a tool for your bet."

Ye Bufan frowned and said, "I am here to treat your grandfather."

He Shuangshuang stubbornly said, "No need. I don't trust you. I will contact experts from the World Medical Association to treat my grandfather's illness."

Cao Xinghua stepped forward and said, "Shuangshuang, Little Ye is indeed a very good TCM practitioner. Please trust him."

He Shuangshuang said, "Grandpa Cao, I only trust you for TCM. I don't believe he can cure what you couldn't."

Since the bet was already made, Ye Bufan naturally couldn't back out. To make this stubborn girl believe him, he said, "How about this? I will first diagnose Mr. He. If the diagnosis is correct, you let me through. If it's not, I'll turn around and leave."

He Shuangshuang said, "My grandfather is seriously ill; you can't touch him."

"No problem. In TCM, we use the four diagnostic methods: observation, auscultation and olfaction, inquiry, and palpation. I can determine the condition through observation alone."

Ye Bufan already knew He Changqing's condition well. He said, "When Mr. He was young, he was shot in the left lung. Although the injury wasn't severe, it didn't heal well due to inadequate rest and recovery. In recent years, he has often drunk alcohol and caught a cold, which has worsened his lung condition."

He Shuangshuang's expression changed. She didn't expect him to describe the situation exactly as it was, just like her grandfather's condition.

But she still stubbornly said, "Don't talk nonsense. Tell me about his current condition."

"The current condition is severe. Both lungs have thickened textures, the left costophrenic angle is blunt, the right pleura has thickened and adhered, and there is fluid accumulation. There is also an old tuberculosis lesion in the upper left lung, with limited activity and a tendency towards atrophy. Most importantly, the lungs have already shown signs of increased fibrosis..."

After he said this, even Gao Haisheng, who was holding the test results, changed his expression.

He never expected that this young man's description would match his precise instrument results exactly.

He Shuangshuang, after being shocked, said with a hint of suspicion, "I know. Grandpa Cao must have told you about my grandfather's condition, which is why you described it so clearly."

Ye Bufan stopped Cao Xinghua, who wanted to defend him, and smiled. "If you still don't believe me, let's try another way. Tell me about your health condition."

He looked at He Shuangshuang and said with a teasing smile, "Your overall health is pretty good. You have practiced martial arts since childhood, have a scar on your right leg, and an injury on your left arm that causes pain when it's rainy or cloudy. Recently, you have been feeling discomfort in your left chest, with a lump, which is a sign of hyperplasia. Due to your martial arts practice over the years, you have not taken good care of your body, leading to coldness in your body and menstrual pain, which flared up just two hours ago..."

"You... shut up quickly!"

Although He Shuangshuang was very outgoing and had a boyish personality, as a woman, she couldn't bear being publicly exposed in such a way.

At the same time, she was extremely shocked. If her grandfather's condition could have been told to Ye Bufan by Cao Xinghua, how did he know about her private matters, which she had never told anyone?

He Tianqi and Gao Haisheng were both shocked, their mouths wide open. Although they didn't know He Shuangshuang's health condition, her reaction clearly showed that Ye Bufan was right.

The ability to see through someone's condition at a glance was almost beyond human imagination. Did he have an X-ray machine in his eyes?

Only Cao Xinghua remained relatively calm. He wasn't too surprised, as the heir of the Nine Needles of Revival couldn't be ordinary!

Seeing He Shuangshuang standing there in shock, Ye Bufan just smiled and didn't pay her any more attention. He walked around to the bedside, took out the silver needles, and began to treat He Changqing.

He inserted the needles quickly, and in the blink of an eye, he had inserted over a dozen silver needles into the major acupoints on He Changqing's chest.

After the needles were inserted, the needle tails began to tremble continuously, as if they were equipped with electric motors, never stopping.

"The Nine Needles of Revival, this is really the technique of the Nine Needles of Revival. Mr. He has a chance to be saved!"

Cao Xinghua had been watching from the side. Although he couldn't use the Nine Needles of Revival, he had read many records about it and immediately recognized that Ye Bufan was using this technique.

Originally, he was still a bit uneasy, but now he was convinced.

He was also extremely excited, as seeing this legendary technique in his lifetime was a great honor.

He Tianqi, seeing his reaction, asked in surprise, "Uncle Cao, what's so special about the Nine Needles of Revival?"

Cao Xinghua calmed down and said, "The Nine Needles of Revival is the highest form of acupuncture recorded in ancient TCM texts, and it is not an exaggeration to call it a divine needle. It is the culmination of TCM acupuncture techniques. The nine needles represent nine different techniques: nourishing qi, strengthening tendons, fortifying bones, unblocking meridians... reshaping the body and reviving the soul. According to legend, the Nine Needles of Revival can even bring the dead back to life, hence the saying 'Revival out, the Grim Reaper weeps.'"

Hearing Cao Xinghua's description, He Tianqi excitedly called out, "Really? Does that mean my father's illness can be cured?"

"Is it really that powerful?"

He Shuangshuang, who had come to her senses, only muttered quietly. She thought Cao Xinghua was exaggerating, but she still hoped her grandfather could be cured.

So she didn't say anything more and watched Ye Bufan perform the Nine Needles of Revival with great attention.