Chapter 133: Get Out of the Traditional Chinese Medicine Association

Mr. Liang had been receiving leg treatment at the affiliated hospital for over half a year. He had been under the care of Wang Shunyi for acupuncture, and while his legs would feel comfortable for three to five days after each session, the pain would inevitably return, leaving him unable to stand.

Throughout these months, his condition had remained a repetitive cycle. Despite the continuous acupuncture, there was no sign of recovery; he could walk at most three to five steps before the pain set in, forcing him to spend most of his time in a wheelchair.

Lu Feng looked at Mr. Liang and said earnestly, "Let me perform the acupuncture treatment. It will take about an hour, and by the time it is finished, you will be able to stand up."

As the saying goes, those with no hair on their lips have no strength in their work. Still skeptical of Lu Feng’s youth, Mr. Liang questioned him, "Are you even a doctor? What if you ruin my legs?"

Lu Feng produced a business card from Yun'an and handed it over. "I am a resident physician at Yun'an. This is my card. I hold a valid medical practitioner's license, so please rest assured."

Mr. Liang glanced at the card and scrutinized Lu Feng again. He still found him too young—he looked more like a student than a doctor—and frowned. "I heard Yun'an is a wellness center. Is this card even real?"

"The wellness center is just one of the chain businesses under the Yun'an Group. We also have an outpatient clinic," Lu Feng explained.

Mr. Liang remained worried. "You say you can cure my legs? Tell me, what exactly is wrong with them?"

Wang Shunyi chimed in with a biting tone, "Yes, if you claim you can cure him, let’s hear your diagnosis."

Instead of answering immediately, Lu Feng reached out and pulled up Mr. Liang’s pant leg, revealing a scar on his thigh. "This scar must be quite old, right?"

"Yes, it’s from over a decade ago when I was working at a construction site. A steel bar fell and struck both my legs. I was lucky I was sitting on a pile of sand, or I would have been cut in two. The doctors said it was fortunate my knees weren't shattered, or they would have had to amputate. I spent half a year in bed recovering, and these scars have been there ever since—on both legs," Mr. Liang said, the memory still clearly haunting him.

Lu Feng nodded. "I suspect the muscle weakness in your right leg is more severe than in your left, correct?"

Mr. Liang nodded immediately. "Yes, exactly. My right leg has no strength at all, while I can manage a few steps when my left leg is having a good day."

"The scars are quite telling," Lu Feng added. "The scar on the right leg is larger and deeper, indicating the trauma there was more severe."

"That is indeed the case," Mr. Liang agreed.

Wang Shunyi scoffed, "Are you trying to say Mr. Liang’s muscle weakness is caused by a fracture from over a decade ago? I can tell you clearly that while old fractures can lead to complications if treated improperly, those would involve bone pathology, not muscle weakness. Furthermore, Mr. Liang’s recovery from that fracture was excellent; he had no issues with his legs for ten years. Do you think I haven't considered his old injury? I ruled that out long ago."

Lu Feng looked at Wang Shunyi. "It is fine to rule out the fracture itself, but you were wrong to exclude the old injury entirely. That accident didn't just injure the bone; it damaged the muscles, blood vessels, ligaments, and meridians."

"Do you take me for someone with no medical knowledge?" Wang Shunyi sneered. "Mr. Liang has had scans done, and it was confirmed that his muscles, ligaments, and vessels are all intact with no pathology."

"There is one thing you didn't account for, and that is that meridians cannot be seen with instruments," Lu Feng pointed out.

"What could possibly be wrong with his meridians? If the meridians had been damaged back then, why would he have had no problems for ten years?" Wang challenged.

Lu Feng nodded. "That is a good question. Why did he have no problems for a decade, only to start suffering six months ago? We need to look at what illness affected his legs half a year ago."

Among the students present, a few top scholars immediately grasped the point and gasped. One student, disregarding his professor's face, blurted out, "Rheumatoid arthritis! The arthritis triggered the meridian issues."

"Exactly!" Lu Feng snapped his fingers.

Wang Shunyi, humiliated by his own student, was furious. Suppressing his rage, he said, "How can you prove that Mr. Liang’s meridians are damaged?"

Lu Feng didn't answer right away. He pressed his hand onto the scar on Mr. Liang’s thigh and traced it downward, stopping an inch above the knee. "The Spleen Meridian of Foot-Taiyin is obstructed between the Xuehai and Yinlingquan acupoints."

Wang Shunyi laughed mockingly. "This is the first time I've heard of someone knowing a meridian is 'broken' just by squeezing a leg. Who invented this diagnostic method? I must read their work."

"It is part of the traditional Chinese medicine lineage of the Medicine King, Sun Simiao. You wouldn't know it, though, because Yunshan values character in its disciples, and you don't qualify," Lu Feng replied coldly.

Wang Shunyi was stunned for a moment before retorting, "Pulling out a Tang Dynasty doctor to intimidate me? I can't even laugh at that. Besides, Sun Simiao is only famous for his 'Thousand Golden Prescriptions.' I heard he preferred Taoism—did he ascend to immortality? Is this meridian-touching technique some sort of fairy magic?"

Insulted on behalf of his lineage, Lu Feng frowned, genuinely angry.

"Enough nonsense! Give me one hour. I will cure Mr. Liang, and then you will get out of the field of Traditional Chinese Medicine. Stop insulting our heritage!" Lu Feng declared.

Wang Shunyi, incensed, pointed at Lu Feng. "Fine! I will let you treat him. Let's see what you’re capable of! If you fail, I will report you to the Traditional Chinese Medicine Association. A quack like you joining the association is a disgrace to the profession!"

Lu Feng helped Mr. Liang up. "Mr. Liang, let me help you to the bed. We will begin the acupuncture treatment now."

Mr. Liang had listened to their debate, and while Lu Feng’s logic seemed sound, it was his own legs at stake. He figured that if the acupuncture didn't work, he would still be in his wheelchair, but if it made things worse, it would be a disaster.

"Young man, can you really do it? Don't lie to me. I'm old; if I end up needing an amputation at this point, I might as well not live," Mr. Liang said worriedly.

"Don't worry. I am a licensed physician at Yun'an. I will definitely cure you," Lu Feng promised.

"The more you promise, the more nervous I get. Are you really a doctor at Yun'an?" Mr. Liang was torn between hope and fear.

Su Muyu, who had been holding back for a while, stepped forward. Although she wasn't sure whose diagnosis was correct, she leaned toward Lu Feng. "Mr. Liang, my father is the chairman of Yun'an. Lu Feng is indeed a physician there, and I guarantee that Yun'an will take full responsibility."

Seeing someone else vouch for him, and reasoning that acupuncture at worst would just leave a few pinpricks, Mr. Liang nodded. "Alright, I'll let you try."