Park Chang-ho burst into laughter.
With a smug smile, he handed over the antidote, "That's more like it!"
Zheng Zhongtian hastily took the antidote, his complexion visibly improving.
"Shame!"
"A great shame!"
"Our Great Xia's medical heritage spans a thousand years, yet today we allow the Great Han Ming Kingdom to be so rampant. This is truly a disgrace!"
"You... how will you face the medical pioneers in the afterlife?"
"Today... marks a wound for the medical path of our Great Xia."
Everyone's hearts clenched.
Painful, filled with sorrow.
But the spectacle on stage continued.
Next.
Hua Tianyi also couldn't resist, speaking out and reaching for the antidote from Park Chang-ho.
"Good boy!"
As Park Chang-ho handed the antidote to Hua Tianyi, he patted his shoulder as an elder might a junior.
The gesture enraged Hua Tianyi, his body trembling.
But under duress, he had to forcibly suppress it, feeling utterly humiliated.
On stage, only Fang Yongzheng remained.
Everyone felt a chill.
They had thought...
Today would be a grand occasion for Great Xia's medical community.
Unexpectedly, they were so humiliated by people from the Great Han Ming Kingdom, their Great Xia's reputation utterly ruined.
It was undeniably a day of shame.
And Fang Yongzheng...
Was the last fig leaf of that shame.
If he fell, the entire medical community of Great Xia would forever be unable to hold their heads high before the Great Han Ming Kingdom.
All eyes were on him, waiting in silence.
With a mixture of anticipation and unease.
To uphold the integrity of the Great Xia nation...
Easy to say, but in the face of life and death, how many could truly persevere?
At least...
Zheng Zhongtian and Hua Tianyi had failed.
"Fang Yongzheng..."
Park Chang-ho held the last antidote, his face beaming with smugness, "It's your turn."
Saying this.
He weighed the antidote in his palm, as if holding a piece of meat and calling a dog.
The people of Great Xia felt an overwhelming sense of humiliation.
They all stared intently at Fang Yongzheng.
"Great Han Ming Kingdom..."
Suddenly, Fang Yongzheng spoke, and everyone perked up their ears.
"You are nothing but a pack of trash, fit to be mentioned alongside Great Xia medicine?"
At the brink of death, a flush appeared on Fang Yongzheng's face.
This was a final flicker of life, he was already close to death!
But...
His spirit remained, his integrity enduring!
"Today, though I die..."
"I will die standing tall, meet the underworld with a smile, with no shame before heaven above or earth below!"
"Pfft..."
With that, he could no longer hold on, spitting out a mouthful of foul blood, and collapsing onto the ground.
"Shhh!"
"Shhh..."
"Shhh—"
Just then, sharp sounds echoed through the entire venue.
Several silver needles pierced through the air, embedding themselves into Fang Yongzheng's vital acupoints!
Following this.
A figure gracefully appeared on the high platform, arriving before Fang Yongzheng.
It was Bai Zihe.
"Oh..."
"It's that young man who bet with the Pill Tower master at the beginning!"
"Why did he go up so suddenly, what does he intend to do?"
"It looks like he's trying to treat President Fang!"
"Hope he can cure him..."
The crowd below, seeing this, began to murmur.
Initially, no one had high hopes for Bai Zihe, nor for President Fang Yongzheng.
But now...
Fang Yongzheng had at least preserved the last shred of dignity for Great Xia's medicine, and earned the respect of everyone present. They all hoped he would recover.
Just then.
A mocking voice, out of place, cut through the air.
"Kid..."
"Which master taught you to use silver needles for detoxification?"
The speaker was Park Chang-ho from the Great Han Ming Kingdom. He shook his head, his face filled with disdain.
"Besides..."
"At your age, you've likely not even finished drinking milk. What do you know about acupuncture, to dare use silver needles to detoxify?"
After saying this, he burst into loud laughter.
The expressions of the crowd below soured.
Undoubtedly...
They too had little faith in Bai Zihe, not believing he could cure Fang Yongzheng.
Bai Zihe remained focused.
He first examined Fang Yongzheng's body.
Finding that although his condition was dire, it was far from untreatable, he was relieved.
Then.
Bai Zihe slowly turned, glancing sideways at Park Chang-ho, "Did you just say that silver needles cannot detoxify the poison in his body?"
"I did!"
Park Chang-ho declared proudly, utterly arrogant, "As everyone knows, your Great Xia's acupuncture can only loosen muscles and bones, it's utterly useless!"
"This stuff..."
"Might fool those who don't understand the field."
"To show off in front of us from the Great Han Ming Kingdom is like juggling swords before Guan Gong, inviting your own humiliation."
After uttering these words.
Park Chang-ho tilted his head back, narrowing his eyes at Bai Zihe, an air of supreme arrogance about him.
"Ignorant!"
"Superficial!"
Bai Zihe's cold gaze met his, and the words he spat out were equally merciless, "How could the great geniuses of your Great Han Ming Kingdom comprehend the profound mysteries of our Great Xia acupuncture!"
"Detoxification..."
"That is merely one of the most basic functions of needlework."
"If you don't know it, haven't seen it, it's because your vision is short-sighted, your understanding limited. How dare you bark and sneer here, mocking the profound arts of our Great Xia?"