Chapter Seventy-Two: I Prefer to Keep a Low Profile

As the crowd continued their heated discussions, yet another questioner finally stepped forward, and the questions became more and more challenging with each person’s turn. In the end, a doctor even raised an issue that had no answer within the entire national medical community—a sign, in many people’s eyes, that he had become truly desperate.

“Master Yan, how should one treat First-Degree Rigid Blood Syndrome?”

The words caused an uproar in the hall.

Wasn’t this simply trying to make things difficult on purpose?

First-Degree Rigid Blood Syndrome had always been considered incurable. Even the most eminent doctors would never dare claim to have a cure for this affliction.

Yet Yan Yuanqing showed no hint of unease or any other emotion on his face. He merely uttered four words calmly:

“The Taiyi Divine Needle.”

The hall fell into utter silence once more.

Even the sound of people’s breathing was clearly audible, for no one present could say with certainty whether the Taiyi Divine Needle could truly treat such an illness.

“How can you be sure of that?” the doctor persisted relentlessly, unwilling to let go.

“Of course I can be certain. If you don’t believe me, ask Yuan Hongyu. The Taiyi Divine Needle can indeed cure this disease. What’s more, both he and I have witnessed with our own eyes how the Taiyi Divine Needle cured it.”

“What? You’ve actually seen the Taiyi Divine Needle in person?”

“How is that possible? Wasn’t the Taiyi Divine Needle lost to the ages long ago? Who could possibly possess such a fabled artifact?”

“That’s absolutely impossible. The Taiyi Divine Needle has already become the stuff of legend; no one could ever bring such a thing into reality. This must be an attempt to take advantage of our ignorance!”

People began debating heatedly, unwilling to believe that Yan Yuanqing had truly seen the Taiyi Divine Needle. Some even went to ask Yuan Hongyu, hoping to confirm the veracity of Yan Yuanqing’s words.

When they saw that even Yuan Hongyu—held in the highest esteem by all—nodded in affirmation, confirming Yan Yuanqing’s account, the crowd was left speechless.

If Yuan Hongyu said so, then there must be truth to it.

No one believed that Yuan Hongyu would conspire with Yan Yuanqing to deceive everyone on such matters.

Yan Yuanqing remained on stage for nearly twenty minutes—a duration unmatched by any other participant.

Although the forum spanned several days and had many attendees, each person was allotted only a brief time to present. Typically, one would share their carefully prepared material or answer a few questions before yielding the stage.

But Yan Yuanqing responded to over a dozen questions and concluded by presenting a case he believed would benefit the audience. Only then, under countless complex and thoughtful gazes, did he step down.

Yuan Hongyu hurried over to welcome Yan Yuanqing back, his eyes brimming with admiration.

“Master, you were truly incredible today! That was a real battle of wits, and all these eminent doctors were powerless before you. If word of this spreads, it will certainly create a stir throughout the entire Chinese medical community!” Yuan Hongyu said, clearly elated.

Yet upon hearing these words, Yan Yuanqing merely smiled faintly. Before Yuan Hongyu could bask in his pride for more than a moment, Yan suddenly shot him a stern glare.

A cold sweat broke out all over Yuan Hongyu’s body. It was then he realized he had perhaps gone too far.

Yan Yuanqing was, after all, a man who preferred to keep a low profile.

“Forgive me, Master. I only wanted your extraordinary talent not to go unrecognized. If my actions displeased you, I apologize. I promise never to do such a thing again,” Yuan Hongyu said sincerely.

Yan Yuanqing waved his hand dismissively. What was done was done; apologies or further actions were pointless now.

At the very least, he had enjoyed a moment in the spotlight today. For Yan Yuanqing, it was an experience that left him with neither annoyance nor displeasure.