As Tongtong’s silver needles were placed one after another, the eyes of the crowd below widened further.
Because each needle Tongtong administered was incredibly familiar to them.
"That's right! It's the Luo Needle Technique!"
"It's truly miraculous! Look, hasn't the Parkinson's patient's hand already shown significant improvement?"
"Amazing! Absolutely amazing! I never would have imagined that the simple Luo Needle Technique could actually treat Parkinson's!"
"Look, look! It's the last needle!"
Silence.
An uncanny silence.
At this moment, everyone held their breath, as if afraid that any sound they made would disturb Tongtong's treatment.
As the final needle was inserted, the Parkinson's patient's body instantly stilled.
His family members, standing behind him, were even more shocked.
"Is… is it done?"
The Parkinson's patient himself was extremely excited. He looked at his accompanying family members with a slightly slurred voice, raising his hand slightly, and said excitedly,
"Son, son! I… I don't think I'm shaking anymore!"
Upon hearing this, the Parkinson's patient's son's eyes welled up with tears.
"Yes, you're better! You're truly better! Heaven has blessed us, we've met a living immortal today! Thank you, little prodigy, thank you!"
He then moved to kneel before Tongtong.
Tongtong, being small, couldn't stop him and had to signal Ruoyun beside him to quickly help up the Parkinson's patient's son, then said,
"Uncle, there's no need for thanks! Compassion is the essence of medicine, this is merely our duty!"
As these words were spoken, thunderous applause erupted from the audience.
"A miracle! A true miracle! The Luo Needle Technique has actually cured Parkinson's!"
"That's not entirely accurate! The credit should go to the Divine Xi Hand!"
"Exactly! We all know the Luo Needle Technique, but if we performed it, would it have such miraculous effects?"
"Powerful! So powerful! The Divine Xi Hand truly lives up to its reputation as the ceiling of traditional Chinese medicine!"
Zhao Wei, seeing the overwhelmingly positive reviews, was filled with shock.
But being unwilling to accept this reality, how could he?
Yet, no matter how thick-skinned he was, he couldn't step forward to cause trouble at this moment.
So, he winked at the guard beside him, signaling him to step forward.
The guard instantly understood his intention and immediately walked forward. With a "plop," he knelt before Tongtong, putting on a show of tears and lamenting,
"Divine Doctor! Divine Doctor! Please, save me too!"
Tongtong, unaware of the scheme and naturally kind-hearted, quickly helped the guard up and asked softly,
"Uncle, there's no need for such formality! If you have any ailments, please speak them plainly, and I will do my utmost!"
The guard did not hesitate.
"I suffered a fall in my youth, and my lungs have been congested for a long time, causing me pain every few days. It has tormented me for decades. Please, Divine Doctor, save me from this suffering!"
The guard's words were not entirely false.
He did indeed have an underlying condition that caused him frequent pain and torment.
However, his ailment was not caused by a fall, but by a qi deviation during cultivation, resulting in a backlash.
His stepping forward now was merely to obey Zhao Wei's orders and deliberately make things difficult for Tongtong.
Tongtong, completely unaware, comforted him, "Uncle, do not worry, let me first take your pulse!"
Saying this, he earnestly began to feel his pulse.
But at this moment, the guard's pulse made him feel perplexed.
He had never seen such a pulse before!
The guard noticed Tongtong's confusion and was overjoyed, but he maintained a pitiful expression and repeatedly inquired,
"How is it? Divine Doctor. Can I still be saved?"
"This… this…"
Tongtong was somewhat flustered, having no confidence at all.
Seizing the opportunity, the guard pleaded tearfully, his tone filled with doubt.
"What's wrong? Divine Doctor. Can't you cure this too?"
As these words were spoken, the entire audience was stunned.
"What? There's a condition the Divine Xi Hand cannot cure?"
"No way! Perhaps the little divine doctor just needs some time?"
"Maybe, although the Divine Xi Hand is powerful, it's not omnipotent?"
Zhao Wei was feeling rather smug at this moment. He stepped forward again to add insult to injury.
"I thought the Divine Xi Hand was so formidable! It turns out there are ailments it cannot handle!"
Tongtong felt a surge of annoyance.
He couldn't understand why this seemingly refined uncle was targeting him repeatedly.
But the crucial issue was that, at this moment, facing the guard's illness, he was indeed somewhat helpless.
With no other option, he cast a pleading gaze towards Han Lang.
Seeing this, Han Lang immediately sensed something was amiss.
He was well aware of Tongtong's medical skills. While he might not be able to cure every illness, he certainly wouldn't be completely helpless as he was now.
The only possibility was that this illness was not one that an ordinary person would contract.
With this thought, he stood up without hesitation.
Seeing this, Tongtong's confidence instantly grew. He picked up the microphone and said to Zhao Wei,
"Uncle, there's no need to jump to conclusions so quickly. Tongtong is still young, and it's inevitable that some skills are not yet perfected. However, if I cannot cure it, it doesn't mean my Heavenly Doctor Sect has no one who can!"
Zhao Wei was astonished.
The crowd below also reacted immediately.
"That's right! The little divine doctor is still young, and to have mastered the Divine Xi Hand is already extraordinary!"
"Indeed! They belong to the Heavenly Doctor Sect! He just said that he has a master behind him!"
"Tsk tsk… this is incredible! If the little divine doctor is already so outstanding, how much more masterful must his master be?"
"I'm starting to be curious about his master! I wonder which divine being it is!"
"Are you foolish? The only elder who came with him was that old man, who else could it be?"
Just as everyone was speculating that Sun Liansheng was his master, Tongtong bowed to Han Lang.
"Master, please lend your disciple a hand!"
Han Lang did not hesitate and immediately stood up and walked onto the stage.
The crowd was astonished.
"How is this possible? The little divine doctor's master is such a young man in his twenties?"
"This has truly broadened my horizons! How many hidden dragons and crouching tigers are there in the world of traditional Chinese medicine!"
"Chinese medicine can prosper! Chinese medicine must prosper!"
Han Lang ignored the discussions, walked onto the stage, and without a word, unceremoniously grabbed the guard's pulse.
Instantly, everything became clear to him.
However, facing this group of physicians who did not belong to the cultivation world, he knew he had no way to explain.
And although he could cure the guard's illness, even if he succeeded, those with ulterior motives wouldn't admit it, would they?
Thinking of this, he found himself in a difficult position for a moment.
But soon, he had an idea.
With a slight smile, he said to the guard,
"Your condition, sir, has been prolonged for too long. Although our Heavenly Doctor Sect can cure it, there are certain risks involved. Therefore, before treatment, I need to explain clearly to you. The needle insertion itself is not a major issue, but the final needle must be placed at Baihui and penetrate the brain by three fen. You can trust my needlework, but I cannot guarantee there will be no risk at all. Do you wish to proceed?"
Han Lang was confident.
Because for ordinary people, although penetrating the brain by three fen at Baihui carries some risk, with proper technique, it poses no significant problem.
But for cultivators, with a slight manipulation, their Sea of Consciousness could be shattered, and their cultivation completely dissipated!
Han Lang was certain that the guard would not dare to try.
As expected, upon hearing this, the guard trembled all over, and without even looking at Zhao Wei, he repeatedly refused,
"No, no need! I don't want to take such a risk! I won't be treated, I won't be treated!"
With that, he fled as if escaping.