Strongest Medical Saint-Chapter 408: The Ancestor’s Manifestation

Time surged by.

The plane that Shen Feng and the others were on landed smoothly at Tianhai Airport.

As he walked off the plane, Shen Feng didn't look back at Yuan Jiwen, covered in pockmarked red spots.

After exiting the airport,

Shen Feng declined the invitations from Zhao Bingren and Liu Jianshu.

As for the Tri-flower Fruit that appeared in Jin State, he could set aside time to check it out later.

Because the fruit of the Tri-flower Fruit only appeared during a specific time each year, usually buried beneath the soil.

If someone tried to dig out the Tri-flower Fruit forcibly, it would only destroy its medicinal properties. It was best to wait until it emerged from the soil naturally and then harvest it for maximum potency.

Based on Shen Feng's estimates, there was still about a month to a month and a half until the Tri-flower Fruit would surface from the soil on its own.

Seeing Shen Feng refusing the invitation,

Zhao Bingren and Liu Jianshu did not press him further and simply exchanged mobile numbers with Shen Feng.

After bidding him a sincere farewell, Zhao Bingren and Liu Jianshu left as their vehicles were waiting for them outside the airport.

Zhao Yingying, whose hand was held by Zhao Bingren, couldn't help but feel reluctant to part with Shen Feng, taking a step then looking back, calling out, "Big brother, you must come visit me in Jin State. There are many delicious foods and fun places there! When you come to Jin State, I can play with you every day!"

Zhao Yingying thought she had offered a very tempting condition, gazing at Shen Feng with a naive and earnest expression until she finally got into a car.

Zhao Bingren had originally come to Tianhai to visit an old friend and planned to stay for a few days, but now that his granddaughter's illness was completely cured, he decided to visit his friend's house before immediately returning to Jin State with Zhao Yingying.

Liu Jianshu, who got into a black BMW, instructed the driver to take him directly to the hotel to rest.

After watching Zhao Bingren and the others leave, the expressions on the faces of Song Tianhao, Uncle Zhong, and the others standing beside Shen Feng flickered with disbelief. After getting off the plane, they finally felt that the Spiritual Energy between heaven and earth was different. Thinking back to the question Shen Feng had raised on the plane, their faces went through an array of changes.

Taking a deep breath, Song Tianhao asked, "Senior Shen, I feel that the Spiritual Energy between heaven and earth has become much denser than before. In the past, such Spiritual Energy would only exist in the territories of the Sects in the Martial Arts World. Could the legend be true? Was the sudden instability of the plane also caused by the change in Spiritual Energy?"

Shen Feng nodded slightly, "I think the changes between heaven and earth might be related to the legend you mentioned. However, now is not the time to consider this. Let's also leave this place first."

Ji Yunhan and Song Tianhao had both arranged for cars to wait for them in advance.

Shen Feng and Uncle Zhong got into the Ji Family's car, while Song Tianhao and Song Yuxuan followed in another car behind them.

As the car started up, it proceeded toward the residence of Shen Anmin and Zhang Xuezheng. Shen Feng planned to first go see his parents.

The ride was smooth all the way.

Shen Feng looked out the window, his Perceptive Force constantly reaching outward, pondering if the legend was true, perhaps he could find clues to leave Earth and return to the Immortal Realm.

All of a sudden,

Shen Feng furrowed his brows and said, "Stop for a moment!"

They just happened to pass by a Chinese Medicine clinic, now surrounded by a gang of punks with hair of all colors.

An old Chinese Medicine practitioner inside the clinic had been beaten to a bloody pulp and lay on the ground unable to get up, while two young girls who worked there trembled with fear.

The ring leader of the punks, with a nose ring piercing his nostril, had his right foot planted on the old practitioner's chest, cursing, "What kind of dogshit Traditional Chinese Medicine. I came here for acupuncture a few days ago, and now my right leg often doesn't obey my commands. You've basically crippled me!"

"Chinese Medicine harms people! Even the international Medical Circle refuses to recognize Chinese Medicine now. Aren't you supposed to take responsibility for my leg?"

"I am not an unreasonable guy. Just give me a hundred thousand as compensation, and I'll take my brothers and leave immediately."

This was clearly extortion. The old man with the nose ring on his chest showed a look of despair; had he known Traditional Chinese Medicine would fall this low, he would never have entered the field in the first place.

Passersby around the Chinese Medicine clinic pointed and talked, but none came forward to help, not even to call the police, allowing the punks to continue their extortion unchecked.

Among the bystanders, a little boy about six years old said to an old man beside him, "Grandpa, they are bad people, we should call the police, that's what our teacher taught us."

The old man immediately replied, "Bing, what your teacher said is right, but remember, it's the doctors who treat patients with traditional Chinese medicine that are the real bad guys. Your grandmother died under a TCM practitioner's care, these people are the biggest villains, and Chinese medicine is a practice denied by the international medical circle."

The little boy seemed to understand and nodded in confusion.

The rest of the bystanders also started to speak out.

"Old man, you're absolutely right. Bad doctors like those in Chinese medicine, the fewer of them the better."

"Speaking of which, my father also died at the hands of a Chinese medicine practitioner."

...

What these people called their grandmothers and fathers dying at the hands of Chinese medicine was actually their relatives being turned away by Western hospitals in the past. It was the Chinese medicine practitioners who extended their lives using herbal treatments, for diseases that were otherwise certain death. However, after the events of the international medical competition unfolded, these people shifted all their past grievances onto Chinese medicine.

The man with the nose ring stood on the old TCM doctor's foot, grinding it harshly and sneered, "Old man, if I find that my leg stops responding, don't force me! All of you practicing Chinese medicine are life-threatening frauds. See? No one is coming forward to speak up for you, right?"

"Cough cough! Cough cough!"

The elderly TCM practitioner coughed violently from being stepped on, looking at the bystanders around him. Some of them had been cured by him, and he had even provided free treatment to those who were financially struggling. The authoritative voices really could be lethal. Anger was raging inside him as he shouted, "Chinese medicine is the medical heritage of Huaxia Country! Are you all still citizens of Huaxia Country? Why would you rather believe in foreign medics than trust your own blood kin?"

In response to the old TCM doctor's indignant roar, the bystanders still looked on with cold indifference. In their view, Chinese medicine had been denied legitimacy by the international medical circle, and Chinese medicine practitioners from Huaxia Country had completely lost face in the recent event—not only did the country's top competitor disappear just before the competition, but the rest of the participants also failed to achieve any notable ranking.

The man with the nose ring abruptly lifted his foot with a smile, "You old thing, it looks like you're asking for punishment instead of respect."

As he spoke, he brought his raised foot down hard towards the chest of the old TCM doctor.

Sitting in the car, Shen Feng waved his hand lightly.

The man with the nose ring, who was about to stomp down, suddenly felt a pain in his legs, followed by a complete loss of sensation. He fell to the ground with a thud.

This scene made everyone freeze in shock. The associates of the man with the nose ring thought their boss was acting!

Unable to move even a muscle in his legs, the man with the nose ring's face filled with panic. He glared at the somewhat dazed old TCM doctor and yelled, "It was you! It was definitely you playing tricks!"

Subsequently, he quickly ordered his subordinates, "What are you guys staring at? Go teach that old fool a lesson."

Upon hearing the order,

The subordinates of the man with the nose ring charged at the old TCM doctor, but as soon as they took a step,

"Thud! Thud! Thud!—"

Just like their boss, they all lost feeling in their legs and tumbled to the ground one after another.

Both the old TCM doctor and the clinic staff were dumbstruck, and even the surrounding bystanders couldn't regain their senses for a moment.

Inside the hall of the Chinese medicine clinic, a portrait of Hua Tuo was hanging.

At this moment, the portrait floated out of the clinic and paused in front of the old TCM doctor.

A voice only the old TCM doctor could hear whispered in his ear, "Chinese medicine will not fade away, continue to persevere!"

Upon hearing this,

"Bang! Bang! Bang!—"

The old TCM doctor, as if invigorated, kept kowtowing to the portrait of Hua Tuo, excitedly saying, "The ancestors have shown their spirit, our ancestors from the Chinese Medicine Communit have shown their spirit! Our Chinese medicine will not fade away, it will never fade away! You short-sighted people just wait."

"To elevate our Chinese medicine, to glorify our Huaxia, watch! One day Chinese medicine will spread across the world!"

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Observing the turn of events outside the clinic, Shen Feng acted on a whim. Now that Chinese medicine had fallen to such a state, only he could restore its recognition.

He glanced at Ji Yunhan next to him and asked, "Has Kexin been diligently attending the Traditional Chinese Medicine College recently?"