Chapter 39

The venue for the international medical conference was in a foreigner's hotel in the concession area. Wearing a traditional Chinese robe, Wong Fei-hung attracted the most attention from the crowd.

Wong Fei-hung, who was always a focal point, was used to such attention and sat calmly on a sofa in the corner, listening to the foreigners enthusiastically discussing the latest medical knowledge.

The late 19th century was a period of rapid development in modern Western medicine. The foreign doctors at the conference were all animated, gesticulating wildly as they explained various new medical theories, their heads held high, almost as if they had "authority expert" plaques on their foreheads.

Thirteenth Aunt struggled to interpret the medical theories of these "authority experts," and Wong Fei-hung found their discussions about the brain, nerves, and other new medical fields as incomprehensible as heavenly scriptures.

Lin Sha understood some of it, but Thirteenth Aunt's translation was far from perfect. He had little knowledge of neurology and internal medicine but was more familiar with surgery. He was not particularly interested in the foreigners' self-promotion.

What infuriated him, however, was the blatant contempt and disdain the foreigners showed towards traditional Chinese medicine. As an invited renowned Chinese doctor, Wong Fei-hung was also scheduled to speak.

After the famous foreign doctors had their say, it was Wong Fei-hung's turn. The foreigners' eyes were filled with undisguised disdain, and they even chatted among themselves while he spoke, clearly not taking him seriously. This almost made Lin Sha lose his temper.

Especially the Chinese Western doctors, including Mr. Sun, who wore a perfunctory smile and an indifferent expression, almost made him explode with anger.

It was one thing for foreigners not to understand the profundity and depth of traditional Chinese medicine, but for these native Chinese to act this way, no wonder they were looked down upon by the foreigners.

Wong Fei-hung, however, had a good temper and was not bothered by the foreigners' blatant disdain. He spoke confidently, explaining the theories and classic cases of traditional Chinese medicine.

Thirteenth Aunt's translation was unreliable, stumbling over many specific terms, leaving the interested or purposeful foreigners confused.

Mr. Sun, being a good person, took over the translation, but the puzzled expressions of the foreigners who were listening attentively showed that the translation was not very effective.

Lin Sha couldn't stand it anymore. With Wong Fei-hung's consent, he told Mr. Sun not to explain it in such detail, just to tell the foreigners that traditional Chinese medicine could temporarily slow down or accelerate blood flow in the body or parts of the body.

Sure enough, when Mr. Sun translated this, it caused a stir among the foreigners.

Coincidentally, the foreign doctors soon had a firsthand experience. During a banquet at the hotel, the White Lotus Sect suddenly attacked, injuring hundreds of foreigners, including most of the "experts."

Thus, Wong Fei-hung's silver needles came into play...

As a top-notch bodyguard, Lin Sha was very proactive. Without waiting for Wong Fei-hung to say anything, he swung his double-section staff and charged at the fanatical White Lotus Sect members, engaging in a fierce and bloody battle.

He fought alone for over an hour until the foreign reinforcements arrived, helping him break through the relentless attacks of the White Lotus Sect members. He felt he was getting closer to the dark force.

Wong Fei-hung, feeling that this situation was unsustainable, decided to take action. The White Lotus Sect was a constant threat to the lives of the dozens of foreign students. If they didn't find a solution, life would be unbearable.

Wong Fei-hung was once again filled with righteous indignation, and Lin Sha had no choice but to follow him.

As his understanding of the dark force became clearer, he was eager for more intense battles!

With Lu Haodong's help, Lin Sha and Wong Fei-hung successfully infiltrated the White Lotus Sect's branch in Huadu, fighting their way from the outer perimeter to the core area like tigers among sheep.

Lin Sha's double-section staff was invincible, whether in close combat or weapon fighting. He broke bones and limbs of the White Lotus Sect members, causing them to scream in pain, regardless of their claims of invulnerability to blades and bullets.

He fought with great satisfaction. The core members of the White Lotus Sect were all skilled in martial arts, especially the protectors of the Nine Palace Taoist, who were all mid-level bright force experts. They attacked in a group, making him feel the pressure, but fortunately, Wong Fei-hung was there to help.

After finally defeating the four protectors with bright force, Lin Sha's blood boiled. He could clearly feel that he was about to break through to the dark force, just a thin layer away.

At this point, he was completely in a fighting frenzy. To break through to the dark force, he didn't care who the opponent was, as long as it helped him achieve his goal.

To his surprise, the Nine Palace Taoist's strength was at the mid-level dark force, capable of freely switching between bright and dark force. He barely managed to fight for about fifty rounds, ultimately being injured internally and forced to retreat, but his strength also broke through to the dark force under the pressure of life and death!

This time, he finally saw Wong Fei-hung's true strength, which was definitely above the mid-level dark force!

The battle between two experts above the mid-level dark force was truly spectacular. Lin Sha endured his injuries and watched the entire fight. When Wong Fei-hung used the Foshan Shadowless Kick, which could freely switch between bright and dark force, and finally won, Lin Sha fainted from the strain.

Following Wong Fei-hung meant being prepared for frequent unexpected events.

Indeed, after only three days of recuperation at Lu Haodong's villa, the villa was surrounded by a large number of Qing troops, and they had to escape through a secret tunnel.

It was then that he learned that Wong Fei-hung had been working closely with Mr. Sun and the revolutionaries. Mr. Sun was about to leave Huadu and was being pursued by the authorities, while Wong Fei-hung was determined to ensure Mr. Sun's safe departure.

With such a highly principled master, Lin Sha could only accept his fate and, without a word, dragged his injured body to help.

In the end, another problem arose. The loss of the revolutionary party's roster delayed their escape, and they were surrounded by the Huadu military commander and his troops.

It was time to fight again. Lin Sha silently inserted several silver needles into his vital points, a special acupuncture technique taught by Wong Fei-hung to stimulate his body's potential in a short time, a self-mutilating method.

Ha!

Suddenly, he felt as if he had taken a magic potion. His back no longer ached, his legs no longer hurt, and his combat power surged from the initial dark force to the peak of the initial dark force. With bloodshot eyes, he fought the military commander of Guangdong Province without hesitation.

Damn it, as soon as they engaged, Lin Sha couldn't help but cry out in his heart: Another dark force expert!

Trapped in the Qing troops' encirclement, he had no time to waste. He used a life-risking fighting style, attacking fiercely without defending, finally forcing the military commander to fight to a stalemate. Then, they fled to the dock, only to be blocked by the Qing troops again.

To give Wong Fei-hung and Liang Kuan a chance to escape, he charged into the Qing troops again. When the aftereffects of the acupuncture stimulation kicked in, he heard a series of gunshots and was hit multiple times, losing consciousness without a sound...