Jiao Yang's words nearly made Zhao Hong Long faint. He had calculated everything, but never anticipated that the true Divine Doctor of China would be present!
If that were the case, then Huang Bin being the Divine Doctor of China's disciple would be a foregone conclusion.
But... the prior information gathered was completely different.
Zhao Hong Long was bewildered.
He grabbed Jiao Yang by the collar and furiously accused, "You little brat, did you take money from Huang Bin and collude with him to put on a show just to trap me?"
Huang Bin looked innocent and said, "Heaven and Earth as my witness, I only took money from you, and absolutely no money from Huang Bin!"
Indeed.
Huang Bin was penniless and had no money to bribe Jiao Yang.
Besides, Huang Bin didn't even know Jiao Yang, so how could he bribe him?
Everyone in the room was stunned, staring blankly at Lu Ming, unable to believe that this seemingly ordinary young man was the Divine Doctor of China.
Especially Shen Zi Yi, whose jaw almost dropped.
Shen Zi Yi knew Lu Ming was Jiang Meng Xin's fiancé and a live-in son-in-law of the Jiang family, but she never imagined Lu Ming possessed such a formidable hidden identity – he was the Divine Doctor of China!
Good heavens, this identity was probably unknown even to Jiang Lan and Jiang Meng Xin!
Because Jiang Meng Xin had expressed her admiration for the Divine Doctor of China more than once, stating she wanted to marry him. If Jiang Meng Xin knew Lu Ming was the Divine Doctor of China, she would have surely registered their marriage immediately and wouldn't have postponed it.
Shen Zi Yi gazed at Lu Ming in astonishment, momentarily unable to distinguish between reality and a dream.
Lu Ming's combat skills were formidable, and now he had displayed unparalleled medical skills. Such a talent, skilled in both martial and literary arts, was rare in this world.
And Jiang Meng Xin didn't seem fully satisfied with him.
So...
Did Shen Zi Yi have an opportunity to exploit this loophole?
Shen Zi Yi licked her lips, suddenly a very wicked idea forming: poaching!
Meanwhile, Zhao Hong Long still found it hard to accept this reality.
He pointed at Lu Ming and said, "I don't believe you are the Divine Doctor of China! You look less than thirty years old, how can you possibly have such high medical skills?"
Lu Ming smiled, "Medical skill relies on talent. Some people spend their entire lives learning and remain mere junior physicians; others become seasoned physicians within a few years of entering the field. This profession cannot be judged solely by years of service."
"I still don't believe it!" Zhao Hong Long began to act shamelessly, "You must be a fraud, colluding with Huang Bin and Jiao Yang to deceive me!"
You can never wake someone who pretends to be asleep.
Zhao Hong Long was being unreasonable, what could one do?
If it were anyone else, they might have become flustered and helpless facing Zhao Hong Long's antics. However, the Dragon Warlord had encountered such situations countless times and knew exactly how to deal with such rascals.
Lu Ming gently picked up a silver needle and said, "You don't believe I am the Divine Doctor of China? Fine, then I will use this single silver needle to prove it to you."
A single silver needle could prove it?
Was he boasting?
Zhao Hong Long scoffed dismissively, showing his disbelief. Others also shook their heads, not believing Lu Ming could prove his identity with just one silver needle.
Immediately after.
Lu Ming casually waved his hand, and the silver needle flew out, directly piercing Zhao Hong Long.
Before Zhao Hong Long could even react, he suddenly felt as if he were being controlled. He began to laugh uncontrollably, and the laughter grew louder and louder, impossible to stop.
"Hahahaha... I, what's happening to me? Hahaha, stop, please stop, hahaha, I don't want to laugh, hahaha."
Zhao Hong Long forced himself to stop laughing, but at the same time, he continued to laugh unrestrainedly.
The scene was both comical and bizarre.
Slowly, Zhao Hong Long's laughter became so intense that he was almost convulsing. He collapsed on the ground, pounding it repeatedly. Even the pain couldn't stop his laughter.
Tears streamed down his cheeks from the force of his laughter.
Zhao Hong Long was crying and laughing simultaneously, the scene as strange as could be.
Those nearby were dumbfounded, completely unable to comprehend what was happening.
Even Huang Bin, with his high medical skills, was astonished into silence and asked Lu Ming foolishly, "Divine Doctor, what... what is going on?"
Lu Ming said calmly, "I merely pricked his acupoint of laughter. Boss Zhao, do you now acknowledge my medical skills and identity?"
Remote acupuncture, accurately hitting the acupoint of laughter.
This level of skill was utterly unheard of!
Zhao Hong Long was convinced, whether he wanted to be or not!
He begged for mercy between gasps of laughter, "I concede, hahahaha, I concede, hahahaha, please Divine Doctor Lu, release my acupoint of laughter, hahahaha, I can't take it anymore, hahahaha."
If he continued to laugh like this, within minutes, Zhao Hong Long would surely laugh himself to death.
'Laughing to death' was usually a dismissive, mocking phrase used for others, but for Zhao Hong Long, it was a very real possibility.
At this moment, Zhao Hong Long was laughing so hard he could barely breathe, suffering from oxygen deprivation.
If he kept laughing, he would certainly die.
Lu Ming's objective had been achieved. He walked up to Zhao Hong Long, placed a palm on his body, and then the silver needle flew out of Zhao Hong Long's body, embedding itself into the table with a thud.
This skill was like that of a supreme master in a martial arts novel.
Powerfully astonishing.
Once the silver needle was removed, Zhao Hong Long finally stopped laughing. He collapsed onto the ground, gasping for breath.
Lu Ming waved his hand and said, "You can get lost now."
Zhao Hong Long's subordinates quickly rushed over, helped him up, and whisked him away, not daring to linger for a moment, lest Lu Ming become displeased and torment Zhao Hong Long with needles again.
After Zhao Hong Long departed, the crowd in the room erupted into thunderous applause.
They were genuinely impressed by Lu Ming's superb medical skills.
"The Divine Doctor of China lives up to his name, remote acupuncture, this display of medical skill made me… ahem."
"Too strong, the Divine Doctor of China is truly a great figure who saves Chinese medicine."
"An idol, Divine Doctor Lu, you are my idol for life!"
The crowd continued to shower him with praise, and one by one, they forgot about their ailments. They all took out paper and pens, eager to get Lu Ming's autograph, hoping to obtain the personal signature of the Divine Doctor of China.
Lu Ming refused them all.
He said sternly, "I am not an idol, and I don't engage in fan culture. Today, I wish to catch up with my disciple. We will be closed for the day. I apologize for any inconvenience. Everyone, please leave."
The crowd reluctantly dispersed.
Once everyone was gone.
Lu Ming turned to Huang Bin, a smile on his face, and said, "Good disciple."
Huang Bin shuddered in fright and said guiltily, "Divine Doctor Lu, I am so sorry. For my own selfish reasons, I impersonated your disciple. I deserve to die."
Lu Ming smiled, "Did I blame you?"
Huang Bin was taken aback, what did he mean?
Shen Zi Yi, who understood the ways of the world better, walked over and said, "Silly boy, the Divine Doctor of China doesn't blame you at all. Furthermore, he has recognized your talent and character, and intends to go with the flow and officially take you as his disciple!"