Qin Haodong’s smile held no warmth. "Do you think we are in the former dynasty, and foreigners are superior to Chinese people? In my eyes, there is only the bet — no joke. Whether Chinese or not, if they lose, they should keep the wager."

“No way,” Nalan Wufeng cried. “Dr. James is an expert of the World Medical Association. How could he formally acknowledge you as his teacher?"

"Expert? In my opinion, his medical skills are worthless!"

Nalan Wufeng opened his mouth to reply, but James suddenly knelt down in front of Qin Haodong.

"Teacher, you're right. Compared to the magic of traditional Chinese medicine, my medical skills are nothing. I want to have you as my teacher and learn the magic of traditional Chinese medicine!"

Then, he put his palms together and began to kowtow.

Qin Haodong was confused by James's sudden change. Shouldn't this bearded foreigner deny his bet to save his

&quot;Miracle! I managed to break through!&quot; 
Nalan Jie's old face, which was sedate as an ancient well, suddenly changed dramatically with huge excitement. Originally, he thought that he could only stop his present cultivation in this life. Unexpectedly, under the guidance of Qin Haodong, he easily broke the bottleneck of the past and reached a realm of hidden force. 
&quot;From now on, you are the great benefactor of our Nalan family, little magic doctor.&quot; 
Nalan Jie stood up and bowed deeply to Qin Haodong. 
&quot;It's nothing, a mere trifle.&quot; 
Qin Haodong said casually. He accepted Nalan Jie's salute without hesitation. Such an almost impossible thing in the eyes of others was insignificant to him. 
&quot;Grandpa, didn't you pay too much respect to him?&quot; 
Nalan Wushuang was very surprised at Grandpa's performance. Normally with his status, nobody in Jiangnan region

Although James did not know who the young man was, he answered, "If I do the operation, I could add at least two to three years to his life expectancy."

Qin Haodong sneered at him. "What a joke. You want to remove half his lung lobes just to give him another two to three years? How dare you claim to be the best thoracic and pulmonary doctor in the world! You, sir, are a quack!"

James’s face turned red as he glared at Qin Haodong. No one had dared to call him a quack in years!

He stormed across the room to face Qin Haodong. "Who are you? Do you know anything about medicine? In consideration of the patient's current condition, what I have put forward is the best possible treatment plan. No one else has been able to treat him at all. I am the best thoracic and pulmonary doctor in the world, a world-recognized expert!”

Nalan Wufeng said, "Who are you? How did you get in? Guards, get him out of here!"

"Shut up!" Nalan Jie said angrily, "This is Dr. Qin — I invited him!"

"Doctor Qin?" Nalan Wufeng looked at Qin Haodong for a moment, his expression became even more disdainful. "Shouldn't all traditional Chinese medicine doctors have white eyebrows and shining white long beards? How could there be such a young doctor? Grandpa, have you been deceived?"

"Shut up or get out. Don't talk nonsense here!" Nalan Jie angrily scolded Nalan Wufeng. Yesterday, according to Qin Haodong's suggestion, he had taken a 12-hour medicated bath, and he felt much better. He even had a good sleep last night. Naturally, he believed in Qin Haodong more than the bearded man who proposed to remove half of his lung.

Seeing how angry his grandfather was, Nalan Wufeng stepped back and remained silent.

But James was not afraid of Nalan Jie. He said to Qin Haodong, "No way! You’re too young to have gone through medical school! How are you a doctor?"

Qin Haodong said, "I am a traditional Chinese medical doctor. In traditional Chinese medical science, we stress medical skill instead of age and seniority."

"Traditional Chinese medical science? Hahaha! doctor of Chinese medical science!"

James laughed heartily, covering his beard in spittle. He laughed and turned to his assistants, "Did you hear that? This is really the funniest joke in the world!"

Qin Haodong frowned and asked in icy tones, "Why is that funny?"

"Funny? Of course, it's funny!" James said, "Go to the World Medical Association and ask about traditional Chinese medical science. Everyone knows it’s deceptive witchcraft founded in superstition. No one believes that traditional Chinese medical science can cure diseases!"

"If you don't believe in traditional Chinese medical science, you are ignorant!" Qin Haodong turned around and pointed to Nalan Jie and said, "If I use traditional Chinese medicine to treat Nalan Jie's disease, not only will his lungs remain intact, he will also recover completely. What's more, I can extend his life expecteancy by ten years!"

"Now THAT is the funniest joke in the world! Is that called Chui Niu in Chinese? I've heard that you people like to brag, but today I finally see it!"

As James shook his head and spoke Chui Niu in his stiff Chinese, his assistants laughed again.

Qin Haodong made a calming gesture to Nalan Wushuang, who was about to lose her temper, and said to James, "Since you don't believe in traditional Chinese medical science, let's make a bet."

James was famous for his arrogance in the World Medical Association. "Okay. How do you want to bet?"

"I say that I could cure Nalan Jie in half an hour."

James shook his head and the disbelief spread over his face. "No way; it's absolutely impossible. His illness is impossible to cure in half a year, let alone half an hour. Traditional Chinese medicine can't cure anything. Why can't you Chinese change your boasting habit?"

Qin Haodong said coldly, "Just answer me dare you to bet or not?"

"Of course. Why not? Go ahead, what do you want to bet?"

"This Korean ginseng is worth 10 million yuan. If you win, it’s yours. Otherwise, you shall kneel down and take me as your teacher in public. You will also issue an apology to traditional Chinese medical science via global media!"

James glanced at the ginseng in the big red brocade box. Although he was a doctor trained in Western medical science, he also was aware that the ginseng was absolutely first-class and very valuable.

"Are you sure you want to bet with me on this?" James asked incredulously. He was sure to win the bet, and couldn’t understand why the Chinese would play for such high stakes.

"Sure — today I will let you ignorant people see what is called traditional Chinese medical science!"

"Well, I agree with all the terms you said, but don't renege when you lose!"

James had seen the medical examination report of Nalan Jie just now. He believed even God could not completely cure him.

Then Qin Haodong turned away the foreign doctor and said to Nalan Wushuang, "Now I'm going to treat Mr. Nalan. Use your mobile phone to make a video, in case this foreigner attempts to deny the results."

Nalan Wushuang nodded and took out her mobile phone. Qin Haodong then had Nalan Jie get up and sit down on a stool. He took Nalan Jie's pulse to make sure that the cold Qi in his body had been cleared through the medicated bath, and then took out a Marrow-Cleansing Pill for the old man to eat.

Nalan Jie's meridians had been blocked for a long time. His excess Yin Qi had been eroding his meridians for years and was quite fragile. If Qin Haodong forcibly unblocked the meridians, it was very easy to cause them to rupture, and the Marrow-Cleansing Pill would help to prevent that.

Qin Haodong took out the needle bag and quickly stabbed forty or fifty silver needles in Nalan Jie's chest. With the efficacy of the Marrow-Cleansing Pill, he began to dredge the blocked meridians of the lungs. With the serious congestion of his meridians, Qin Haodong could not use high-intensity treatment, so it was time-consuming and laborious.

About 20 minutes later, fine beads of sweat began to ooze from Nalan Jie’s forehead.

Qin Haodong raised his hand and clapped it on Nalan Jie's back. The old soldier opened his mouth and spat a mouthful of black blood.

The black blood splashed across the ground. It smelled terrible, and there were lumps in it.

Watching nervously beside his grandfather, Nalan Wufeng cried, "What's the matter? Why did my grandpa spit blood?"

"If you don't understand, keep quiet. He needed to spit out the extravasated blood to recover." Qin Haodong removed all the silver needles on Nalan Jie's chest. Then he turned to James and said, "I've finished my treatment. It's time for you to keep your wager."

"What? No way. I suspect that your casual treatment has aggravated the patient's condition — t's just a mess! I have never seen a treatment like this. If you were in my country, you would be found guilty of malpractice! You should be arrested and put into prison."

James’s beard shook excitedly as he spoke. He’d never seen a doctor treat their patient by touching their wrist, pricking needles, and making them spit blood. This was all tomfoolery!

"The old man is healed. Why do you doubt?"

During the conversation, Nalan Jie stood up, with his face bright and energetic. Qin Haodong had not only dredged his meridians, but also cleansed his body with the Marrow-Cleansing Pill. His physiological functions were now that of a man twenty years younger. He’d never felt so good!

Nalan Jie turned to Qin Haodong and said, "Thank you, magic doctor. Thank you so much."

Nalan Wushuang and Nalan Wufeng were speechless, mouths agape.

James shouted. "No! No! You’re all working together! You Chinese not only like to brag, but also like acting. You prepared this in advance! I won't be fooled."

Qin Haodong looked at him and smiled. He had expected that the foreigner would react like this. He said, "Give him another examination — will you believe your own instruments?"

"I will expose your lies and show the whole world how traditional Chinese medical science deceives people!" James began to direct his assistant and gave Nalan Jie a second physical examination.

Curious what the exam would fine, Nalan Jie cooperated with the examination. Soon, the results were handed to James.

"My God, what happened?"

James looked at the results of the examination and his hands began to tremble. Nalan Jie's two lung lobes, which had cell necrosis, were now recovered, showing no sign of illness at all. What's more, the results for the rest of his body had also drastically improved — Nalan Jie was healthier than a man half his age.

He couldn’t believe it! But he’d been using his own equipment, personally tested Nalan Jie, and had read the original test results half an hour ago. It had to be accurate.

Qin Haodong laughed and said, "Mr. James. Don't tell me that your machine is also playing an act."

"God, this... this is a miracle. It's like magic."

James held the test result in his hand, but still couldn't believe it was true.

"If it is magic, it is the magic of traditional Chinese medical science, and it has nothing to do with your God," Qin Haodong said with a cold expression, "Don't talk nonsense. Keep your end of the bargain!"

Everyone's eyes focused on James's bearded face. If he honored the bet, he’d have to kneel down to Qin Haodong, ask to be his student, and apologize to traditional Chinese medical science through global media.

But Dr. James was a well-known medical expert, and a member of the highly respected World Medical Association. Would he really kneel in front of this young man, effectively declaring the superiority of traditional Chinese medicine over Western medicine?

"Don't be so excessive, Qin Haodong," Nalan Wufeng shouted. "Mr. James is a foreign friend! He just played a joke on you!"

Qin Haodong’s smile held no warmth. "Do you think we are in the former dynasty, and foreigners are superior to Chinese people? In my eyes, there is only the bet — no joke. Whether Chinese or not, if they lose, they should keep the wager."

“No way,” Nalan Wufeng cried. “Dr. James is an expert of the World Medical Association. How could he formally acknowledge you as his teacher?"

"Expert? In my opinion, his medical skills are worthless!"

Nalan Wufeng opened his mouth to reply, but James suddenly knelt down in front of Qin Haodong.

"Teacher, you're right. Compared to the magic of traditional Chinese medicine, my medical skills are nothing. I want to have you as my teacher and learn the magic of traditional Chinese medicine!"

Then, he put his palms together and began to kowtow.

Qin Haodong was confused by James's sudden change. Shouldn't this bearded foreigner deny his bet to save his face? Even if he kept to the agreement, he shouldn’t be happy about it! Instead, he loo

Chapter 20: Prick Me with Needles