Lu Ming's words startled Huang Bin. At first, he only recognized it as a highly refined needling technique, but he didn't know it was the legendary Guanyin Thousand-Hand Needles, said to be known only to Chinese divine physicians!
"This..." Huang Bin was stunned, speechless for a long time.
Lu Ming shouted, "Huang Bin! How much did you remember?"
Huang Bin snapped back to reality, meditated for a moment, and said, "Forty percent. I remembered forty percent."
Lu Ming's lips curved upward slightly; he was very satisfied.
Forty percent might seem small, but it was incredibly difficult to achieve.
Most people couldn't even remember half of it, let alone forty percent! Even seasoned doctors with deep medical knowledge would likely only grasp twenty to thirty percent at such speed.
That Huang Bin could remember forty percent was enough to prove he was a once-in-a-million medical genius. This talent alone made Lu Ming fond of him.
Lu Ming waved his hand and said, "You can demonstrate it outside now."
Just in time.
Zhao Honglong, impatient, was banging on the door and shouting, "Huang Bin, you son of a bitch, what are you doing in there? Are you hiding because your lie has been exposed and you're too ashamed to face me? Let me tell you, hiding is useless! You're not a disciple of the Chinese divine physician, and this medical station won't be saved!"
As soon as he finished speaking, the door opened, and Huang Bin stood confidently at the entrance.
He flicked his sleeves, held his head high, and declared, "Who says I'm not a disciple of the Chinese divine physician? I was just preparing the needles. Now that I'm ready, I'll immediately demonstrate the Guanyin Thousand-Hand Needles taught to me by my master!"
Huh?
Is that for real?
Zhao Honglong was shocked. He never expected Huang Bin to have the guts to demonstrate.
Logically, Huang Bin wouldn't know this needling technique, so how could he demonstrate? The only explanation was that Huang Bin intended to use another technique to fool him.
Heh, don't even think about it!
Zhao Honglong said, "Although I haven't met the Chinese divine physician himself, I've had the fortune to see a demonstration video of the Guanyin Thousand-Hand Needles. While it wasn't personally demonstrated by the divine physician, it gives a general idea. Huang Bin, your attempt to fool me with some other needling technique is absolutely impossible."
Huang Bin smiled, "Who's trying to fool you? Just watch."
Then, Huang Bin brought out the dummy.
He said, "My skills are not yet perfect. This needling technique is extremely difficult and cannot be learned overnight. Before I have fully mastered it, I dare not use it on a real person, so I will use this dummy. Zhao Honglong, do you have any objections?"
Zhao Honglong snorted, "No objections. Go ahead and demonstrate."
Huang Bin took a deep breath, took out the needles, and began to meticulously and earnestly demonstrate the Guanyin Thousand-Hand Needles.
He cleared his mind, his mental energy completely focused.
He recalled every detail of Lu Ming's demonstration of the needling technique.
Huang Bin followed Lu Ming's needling method precisely.
Initially, Zhao Honglong was certain that Huang Bin didn't know the technique and watched him with schadenfreude, anticipating Huang Bin's embarrassment.
But as he watched, Zhao Honglong's expression changed.
He stared at Huang Bin, who was performing the needling technique, with wide-eyed disbelief, his face contorted in a bizarre expression.
"Impossible, this is impossible."
Zhao Honglong was astonished to find that the needling technique Huang Bin was performing was exactly the same as the one in the video! This was truly the Guanyin Thousand-Hand Needles!
Genuine, no trickery involved.
Zhao Honglong looked at Huang Bin in amazement, thinking to himself: Could it be that Huang Bin is indeed a disciple of the Chinese divine physician?
Soon, the needling was complete.
Huang Bin put down the remaining needles and said shamefully, "I apologize, everyone. My skills are not yet perfect, and I have only learned forty percent of this needling technique, so I can only demonstrate this much. However, I believe Boss Zhao can tell that this is the Guanyin Thousand-Hand Needles, right?"
Zhao Honglong's face turned ashen, feeling as if he had swallowed a fly.
Everyone else looked at Zhao Honglong, awaiting his verdict – was this the unique skill of the Chinese divine physician or not?
"Boss Zhao, say something. Is this the Guanyin Thousand-Hand Needles?"
"Boss Zhao, don't be mute. This concerns the reputation of the Chinese divine physician; there can be no mistake."
"Is it the Guanyin Thousand-Hand Needles or not, give us an answer!"
Under the repeated urging of the crowd, Zhao Honglong had no choice but to grit his teeth and say, "Yes, this is indeed the Guanyin Thousand-Hand Needles, no doubt!"
A sigh of relief swept through the crowd. They were all happy.
So it turned out Huang Bin wasn't impersonating anyone. The patients who had come for treatment were reassured.
Huang Bin himself also felt relieved.
But before they could celebrate for long, Zhao Honglong suddenly sneered, "It is the Guanyin Thousand-Hand Needles, yes, but that doesn't prove Huang Bin is a disciple of the Chinese divine physician!"
Huang Bin blinked, "Boss Zhao, what do you mean? You made the request, and now that I've fulfilled it, you're reneging and refusing to admit it? Have you no shame?"
"You're the one with no shame!" Zhao Honglong cursed, "Huang Bin, I underestimated you. You've been practicing this needling technique in secret. It's true, it's the unique skill of the Chinese divine physician, but anyone can get a video and practice it to seventy or eighty percent. It's nothing surprising! If you could perform the technique perfectly, then I would admit you're a disciple of the Chinese divine physician; the key is, you can only perform forty percent, which clearly shows you're faking it and haven't received the true transmission!"
What he said made sense.
Everyone was confused.
Now, both sides had their points, and neither could convince the other.
At this critical moment.
Zhao Honglong said coldly, "Actually, to prove Huang Bin is a disciple of the Chinese divine physician, it's very simple. He just needs to do one thing."
Huang Bin frowned slightly, "Boss Zhao, what new trick are you trying to pull now? I've already fulfilled one of your demands, and now you're coming with a second? Will it be a third after I fulfill the second? Will it ever end?"
Zhao Honglong sneered, "Don't worry, as long as you can fulfill this one request, then you will undoubtedly be a disciple of the Chinese divine physician, and I will never bother you again!"
"Oh?" Huang Bin raised an eyebrow and asked, "Tell me, what is the request?"
Zhao Honglong said, "It's very simple. Just make a video call to your master, the Chinese divine physician, and have him personally admit that you are his disciple. Wouldn't that make everything clear?"
This...
Huang Bin stood frozen on the spot.
This was indeed the simplest, most direct, and most effective method. But the problem was, Huang Bin was an imposter. Where would he find the Chinese divine physician? How could he make this video call?
Huang Bin's palms were sweating, and he was extremely nervous.
Zhao Honglong sneered, "What's wrong, Doctor Huang? You seem very nervous? Do you not have the contact information for the Chinese divine physician, and you can't make this video call?"