"What?" Brother Yong was stunned for a second, then suddenly became shocked and said excitedly, "What did you say, say it again."

The reporter beside him tactfully put the microphone to Su Yun's mouth.

Su Yun repeated again, "The patient suffered from a rare strange disease. He did not really die, but entered a state of fake death. I can cure him."

His words were so straight and full of energy that he was sent from the surrounding speakers through the microphone and spread throughout the audience. It caused another uproar and began to discuss fiercely.

"Damn, I heard it right? Doctor Su actually said that he could cure the dead? Is this world so crazy?"

"Doctor Su is crazy, Professor Cheng himself admitted that he had killed people and had checked them in person. Dr. Su also said that he could cure him and really treat him as a god."

"Yes, I'm afraid I'm crazy about becoming famous, I can say all these words."

"Not necessarily. You see, Dr. Su has real skills in talking about the scholars in the second part, and have you forgotten? Before Professor Cheng took over, Dr. Su reminded Professor Cheng that he could not treat him like this. It was because Professor Cheng did not listen to the advice that such a tragedy happened."

"Can it be possible that Dr. Su's medical skills are even more skillful than Professor Cheng. This is impossible. Dr. Su is only how old is?"

"This is not accurate. I can't guarantee that Dr. Su is a medical genius."

Brother Yong, the organizer, finally understood. He looked at Su Yun in horror, "Do you know what patient you are talking about, what are you using to save him?"

Su Yun's waist was straight, and a sense of pride arose, "Traditional Chinese medicine that has been passed down from China for five thousand years."

"Nonsense"

At this time, someone in the traditional Chinese medicine camp immediately stood up and scolded Su Yun. It was the oldest Dr. Luo. He glared at Su Yun angrily, "Su Yun, you're enough, don't use the name of our traditional Chinese medicine to pretend to be a ghost. This patient has died. What did you use to save him? Do you really think you are a god."

The old Chinese doctors came forward to accuse Su Yun, fearing that Su Yun would lose their Chinese doctor's face.

At this moment, Su Yun felt very lonely. In fact, from the beginning, he had fought alone, not only fighting against the Western medicine camp, but also fighting against these old stubborn people in the traditional Chinese medicine camp.

He sighed deeply and realized once again that revitalizing traditional Chinese medicine is not an easy task. He can't help but face external oppression, slander, and internal struggles from his own people.

At this moment, he understood a little why Shi Houde was so tired.

At this time, he looked at Shi Houde in the audience. Two people who were half a century apart had a resonance in their hearts at this moment.

Cheng Jianrong finally came to his senses. When he heard Su Yun's words, he also felt that Su Yun was crazy. How could a person be so ignorant and arrogant that he really regarded himself as a god, and could live dead and die with white bones.

The scene was noisy, and Su Yun had to raise the volume and said, "Anyway, you have determined that the patient has died, so why not give it a try for me, how?"

Brother Yong, the organizer, hesitated. To be honest, he did not believe in Su Yun from the bottom of his heart. However, as the organizer, he could not escape responsibility if he had such a big thing. It would be better to give Su Yun a try.

After some trade-offs, he nodded and said in a deep voice, "You can try it, but I will only give you ten minutes. If ten minutes are not effective, you must give up."

Su Yun thought about it for a moment, nodded and said, "Yes."

Ten minutes, as long as he performs well, it will be almost done.

Without further ado, he immediately took out the needle box, squatted down in front of the patient, and ordered the two staff to help the patient up and sit down, and then he began to do acupuncture on the patient.

For a moment, a strange scene appeared in the huge venue. Thousands of people made no sound and stared at Su Yun who was doing acupuncture for the patients on the stage.

They obviously did not believe in rationally that Su Yun could cure a person who died. This was not a medical technique, but a magical technique of ghosts and gods. It was impossible to steal people from the hands of King Yama.

But emotionally, they hope to see miracles. After all, people like miracles. It is precisely because of miracles that the world is full of excitement and leaves so many legendary stories.

Su Yun didn't say anything, and focused on giving acupuncture to the patient.

In fact, he is indeed a bit like going against the will of heaven now, because the patient has missed the best treatment opportunity. Although it is a fake death, it is not much different from real death. In just ten minutes, if the patient cannot wake up, he will really go to see King Yama.

"It's really a deadly magic needle. My God, he really will die the deadly magic needle. Mr. Shi didn't lie to us."

But now, he has this ability.

"What is this the Deathly Sword I'll take a closer look"

Although he didn't know what method Su Yun would use to cure the patient, he unconditionally believed Su Yun.

A group of old Chinese doctors began to get excited. Many viewers admired Su Yun even more when they heard their words. This deadly magic needle sounded very awesome.

On the Western Medicine camp, when they saw the reactions of these old Chinese doctors, they also opened their eyes wide and stared at Su Yun in a hurry, fearing that they would miss any details.

Now Su Yun has become the focus of the audience.

As the person involved, Su Yun did not have the heart to pay attention to these things. Now he has used 120% of his strength to concentrate on using the death needle and constantly stimulating the patient. After a little bit of it, his forehead was covered in sweat.

At the same time, on Liu Yuan's side, she also clenched her fists without blinking. She stared at Su Yun on the TV and cheered Su Yun hard, not knowing that the mark of Su Yun had been completely stamped in her heart, which was indelible.

In fact, he was also very excited. After all, in such an occasion, being able to rescue a dead person and compete with King Yama is the most amazing thing for any doctor, let alone in the current environment. Once he rescues the patient, he will completely amazed the four people.

Shi Houde, who was in the audience, smiled with relief. Su Yun did not disappoint him.

If it was a month ago that the seal on his body was not untied by 99%, he would not dare to be so arrogant because he could do nothing.

"Deadly Needle"

Finally at the critical point of ten minutes, his half-closed eyes suddenly opened wide, and he slapped the patient's ear, roared, "Wake up"

At this time, an excitement sound broke out from the traditional Chinese medicine camp. It was an old Chinese medicine doctor in his fifties. His best attitude was acupuncture.

The next moment, a magical scene happened. The patient, who had not been moving, suddenly opened his eyes, looked very ignorant, and said, "What's wrong with me?"

He also read the Deadly Divine Needle from some ancient books. Although he couldn't use it, he could still roughly distinguish it. Now he finally realized that what Su Yun used now was the lost Deadly Divine Needle.

As for Tang Ruxue in the judges' seat, she also reacted the same way, and her eyes refused to move away from Su Yun's face for a moment.

Moreover, after this incident, the popularity of this exchange meeting reached a level that had never been reached before. More and more viewers saw this wonderful prehistoric Chinese and Western medicine exchange meeting through TV and live broadcasts, and also focused their attention on Su Yun, a man who looked unfavorable, but the more he looked, the more he became more elegant, and the more he looked, the more attractive he was.
Chapter completed!