Strongest Medical Saint

Shen Feng naturally did not know the determination Xiao Yiqiu and the others had made.

Meanwhile,

After Miao Bohou and Kong Yaonian brought Shen Feng back to their private room, it wasn't long before a man between his sixties and seventies knocked and entered the room.

He was Zhao Angu, the president of the Huaxia Country Chinese Medicine Association. Today's news that Shen Feng scored full marks in the second preliminary round had already spread throughout the medical circle.

The headquarters of the Chinese Medicine Association was in the Capital City while Tianhai had a branch of the Association. Zhao Angu had come from the Capital City to Tianhai to observe the selection competition. But he, like others, was not very interested in the preliminary rounds, believing that only the final round marked the true beginning of the competition. To everyone's surprise, the second preliminary round produced a full scorer, something many in the Huaxia medical community found hard to believe, considering Qiu Baixing and the others were known for their stringent medical standards. To the average person, it seemed impossible to achieve a perfect score from them.

Furthermore, upon hearing that a young Chinese medicine practitioner had obtained full marks, Zhao Angu's curiosity had been further piqued. He had inquired and learned that Shen Feng was with Cripple Hu and the others.

So, after a quick phone call to Cripple Hu to find out where they were dining, he had immediately rushed over.

"Old Zhao, you really came?" Cripple Hu stood up and walked over to Zhao Angu, attempting to pull him to a seat.

Zhao Angu waved his hands and said, "Old Hu, where is that young brother who has brought honor to our Chinese medicine?"

Cripple Hu dissatisfiedly said, "Look here, Old Zhao, don't go putting on airs in front of Senior Shen. In any field, one who achieves mastery is a teacher."

Ever since Shen Feng had cured his leg, he held Shen Feng in the highest regard. Besides, he had witnessed Shen Feng's mysterious methods at Chen Jishun's house, which were not something an ordinary person could possess.

Zhao Angu's face stiffened, not expecting such an attitude from Cripple Hu, nor the introduction of "Senior Shen"!

This time, if someone could lead Chinese medicine to the international medical competition, the Chinese Medicine Association had to offer Blood Spirit Mushroom and Void Spirit Stone as gifts.

The competition was not over yet, so the Blood Spirit Mushroom would certainly not be taken out, but the Void Spirit Stone was another matter.

Only the most central part of each Void Spirit Stone could be refined into a storage ring.@@novelbin@@

Now that Shen Feng did not have a storage ring, it was very inconvenient for him. He wanted to get a Void Spirit Stone as soon as possible to refine his own storage ring.

Shen Feng stood up, looked at Zhao Angu, and said, "This time, I can certainly lead Chinese medicine to participate in the international medical competition. I heard that the Su Family's huge stone would also be given away. I wonder if I could first take a piece of that stone? I only need a part the size of a fist."

Zhao Angu's gaze immediately fixed on Shen Feng, he now knew for sure that the young man who had just spoken was indeed the person who had scored full marks in today's second preliminary round.

Wasn't this young man a bit too young, though? How on earth did he manage to get full marks from Qiu Baixing and the others?

Full of doubt, Zhao Angu wondered if Qiu Baixing and the others had gone easy. But that seemed unlikely, didn't it? Who in Huaxia's medical circle didn't know their character!

Zhao Angu laughed it off, saying, "Young brother, there are rules for everything. If you truly can lead Chinese medicine to the international medical competition, then our Chinese Medicine Association will definitely not renege on its word."

He felt in his heart that Shen Feng was a bit too arrogant. The final round hadn't even started yet, and here he was claiming he could lead Chinese medicine to the international medical competition—it was not so easy to boast so!

Seeing Zhao Angu's attitude towards Shen Feng,

Cripple Hu's eyes bulged, "It's just a lousy stone, do you really treat it like a treasure? Senior Shen is asking you, which is giving you face. It's your good fortune, do you understand? Really, you are blissfully unaware of your own good luck. Now go on, get out of here and don't disturb our dining pleasure."

As he watched Cripple Hu return to his seat, Zhao Angu felt extremely frustrated inside. After all, they were old friends of many years.

However, he noticed that there was something odd about the way Cripple Hu was walking. Many people today had overlooked Cripple Hu's gait.

Upon closer thought, Zhao Angu's eyes widened in shock, "Cripple Hu, you're not crippled anymore?"

"You're the crippled one! Seeing that I'm not crippled anymore, are you unhappy?" Cripple Hu responded.

Zhao Angu hurriedly said, "I want to ask, who cured your leg?"

Just at that moment,

The door to the private room was pushed open once again.

Qiu Baixing, Pang Nianda, and Ding Yuenian also walked in.

Just now, Qiu Baixing had asked someone for Miao Bohou's contact information and chatted with him on the phone for a few moments.

After learning where Miao Bohou and the others were dining, Qiu Baixing did not mention they were coming here; he simply hurriedly hung up the phone.

As they entered the door,

these three elders immediately came respectfully to Shen Feng and greeted, "Senior Shen!"

Zhao Angu was completely taken aback, wondering how could Elder Qiu and the others all address this young man as Senior Shen?

Miao Bohou and the others were not surprised, for in their eyes, Shen Feng's medical skill indeed qualified him to be regarded as a senior by people like Qiu Baixing.

Kong Xiaoxuan, sitting beside Shen Feng, nearly had her heart leap out of her throat; she had been assessed by Qiu Baixing and the others before.

These three elders were always meticulous, and now they were so respectfully calling Shen Feng their senior?

Just how extraordinary must one's medical skill be to earn such reverence from these three elders?

Zhao Angu's mind slowly pieced together the puzzle — it was very likely that this young man had treated Cripple Hu's leg, otherwise Cripple Hu could not have become like this. Continue your saga on My Virtual Library Empire

But still, Qiu Baixing and the others' reactions seemed a bit too exaggerated, right? Could it be that Shen Feng did not just achieve a perfect score, but actually completely won them over?

After coming back to his senses,

Zhao Angu hurriedly made a phone call, "Send the Calming Stone to Tianyun Grand Hotel immediately."

Because the Void Spirit Stone had calming effects, many people gave it the name Calming Stone.

This time, both the Void Spirit Stone and the Blood Spirit Mushroom were being kept in Tianhai.

After hanging up the phone, Zhao Angu immediately walked up to Shen Feng; even Elder Qiu had put aside his pride, so he couldn't afford to keep his aloof demeanor, "Senior Shen, I've already asked someone to bring the Calming Stone. Please take a piece first; it won't cause any significant impact."

"It's just that I've been suffering from insomnia for a month, and no matter how I treat it, the results are not ideal; I wonder if you could think of a way to help me?"

Shen Feng looked at the slightly haggard Zhao Angu and after a two-second silence, asked, "Who has silver needles on them?"

"I do."

"I do."

"I do."

…

Miao Bohou, Cripple Hu, and Qiu Baixing, among others, were vying to produce the silver needles they carried on their persons.

Shen Feng casually took the silver needles from Miao Bohou, and after opening the needle case, he looked at Zhao Angu and asked, "Are you sure you want to be treated here? You might fall asleep soon."

Zhao Angu was well aware of his condition; just relying on acupuncture, even if it was controlled with qi, wouldn't make him fall asleep immediately. He chuckled, "Senior, please proceed! I hope I can fall asleep right away!"

"However, Senior, my insomnia is different from ordinary people's. If acupuncture doesn't work, then perhaps we could try some other meth…"

He had not finished speaking,

when Shen Feng's silver needle shot out.

The needle that shot out struck right at the center of Zhao Angu's forehead.

In no more than a second, Zhao Angu's breathing through his nose became even, and he actually fell asleep standing up.