Chapter 82 A single needle astounds the world, a miracle descends!

Chapter 82 A single needle astounds the world, a miracle descends!

After Lin Huaiyuan left, the surface calm of Huichuntang remained unbroken, but an invisible shadow had quietly fallen over it.

Su Wanqing did not mention this matter to anyone in the Lu family.

That very evening, he casually mentioned it to Lu Zhanting.

The man's reaction was extremely direct. That very night, he mobilized his most elite squad, dressed them in civilian clothes, and began a 24-hour secret deployment around the Lu family compound and Huichun Hall.

He even considered forbidding Su Wanqing from leaving the house, but she refused.

Su Wanqing knew very well that hiding would never solve the problem.

Now that the other side has shown its fangs, it will not give up easily.

The hunt has begun, and she is the prey being targeted.

Rather than passively waiting for the next surprise attack from the shadows, it's better to take the initiative and walk into the enemy's range to see for yourself what kind of inescapable trap they've laid.

The opportunity came sooner than expected.

A week later, a gold-embossed invitation letter personally signed by the Ministry of Health was delivered to Huichuntang.

The First International Conference on Integrative Traditional Chinese and Western Medicine.

The organizers were the Ministry of Health and the Chinese Medical Association, but at the end of the list of co-organizers, Su Wanqing saw a familiar name—Global Health Group.

This invitation is more like a declaration of war.

"The Feast at Hongmen".

Lu Zhanting looked at the exquisite invitation and frowned deeply.

"They want to put you on the fire."

Su Wanqing's reaction was unusually calm: "I know. But this time, I absolutely have to go."

In front of the world's media, in the most public settings, they dare not resort to those underhanded methods.

They will set up a glamorous trap, attempting to completely defeat her within the so-called "rules".

"It's too dangerous." Lu Zhanting's voice was full of opposition.

Su Wanqing looked up and gazed into his deep eyes, her gaze firm as iron: "With you here, I'm not afraid."

"They want to see Chinese medicine practitioners make a fool of themselves, but I will let them witness with their own eyes what a real miracle is."

In the end, Lu Zhanting compromised.

He made only one request: on the day of the meeting, he wanted to personally lead a team to take over the security of the entire venue.

On the opening day of the exchange meeting, the sky over Beijing was clear and blue.

At the entrance of the Beijing Hotel, a red carpet was laid out and flowers were in full bloom. Cars with diplomatic or military license plates drove in quietly and smoothly.

Those who got on and off the car were all heavyweights in the medical or political fields.

Domestic and international journalists had already set up their cameras and microphones, their flashes creating a blinding light as they captured every moment of this grand event.

Su Wanqing arrived together with Old Master Yan.

Today she wore a modified cheongsam that Lu Yao had tailored for her. The elegant moon-white silk was adorned with silver threads outlining a few delicate orchids, perfectly blending classical charm with modern simplicity on her.

Her unadorned face, free of makeup, stood out like a rare orchid in a secluded valley among a group of heavily made-up noblewomen, striking and otherworldly.

Grandpa Yan was dressed in a crisp military uniform, his shoulders adorned with gleaming stars, and he was in high spirits.

He personally opened the car door for Su Wanqing.

This seemingly ordinary action caused everyone present who recognized him to gasp in shock.

Countless cameras instantly shifted, locking onto Su Wanqing.

"That's the legendary Physician Su from Huichuntang? Elder Yan is personally accompanying him; that's quite an honor!"

"She's even younger and prettier than she looks in the newspapers. With that kind of presence, I'd believe she was a movie star!"

Ignoring the flashing lights and whispers around her, Su Wanqing took Old Master Yan's arm and walked calmly into the magnificent golden hall.

The hall was bustling with noise and filled with the fragrance of fine clothes and the elegance of women.

Su Wanqing's gaze swept lightly across the crowd and precisely locked onto a figure.

Lin Huaiyuan.

He was chatting and laughing with several distinguished elderly white men, still maintaining his elegant, poised, and all-encompassing demeanor.

He seemed to notice Su Wanqing's gaze, turned his head, and raised his champagne glass to her across the crowd.

A meaningful smile graced his face.

That look in his eyes was the satisfaction and anticipation of a hunter seeing his prey finally stepping into his trap.

The morning agenda includes the opening ceremony and keynote speeches by representatives from various countries.

Compared to the brilliant reports given by representatives from Harvard Medical School in the United States and Pavlov Institute in the Soviet Union on cutting-edge fields such as genetic engineering and neuroscience, the reactions to the traditional Chinese medicine practitioners' presentations on Yin-Yang, Five Elements, and meridian theory were much more subtle.

The foreign delegations in the audience applauded politely, but their eyes revealed undisguised confusion and contempt.

"Yin and Yang? Meridians? They sound like something out of a myth."

"I heard they use grass roots and tree bark to treat diseases, it's unimaginably backward."

These fragmented discussions clearly reached Su Wanqing's ears. The faces of the several senior domestic experts beside her turned bright red, yet they were powerless to refute them.

Finally, it was afternoon.

The "Joint Consultation for Difficult and Complex Cases" segment.

This is the real battlefield.

As soon as the host finished speaking, Chris Anderson, the head of the U.S. delegation and a renowned cardiac surgeon, stood up.

"We have brought in a special patient."

Professor Anderson's gaze swept across the entire room, finally settling precisely on several leading figures in traditional Chinese medicine on the stage.

"We have used the world's most advanced medical methods, but we are still helpless. Today, I would like to take this opportunity to learn from our amazing Chinese colleagues."

Though his words were polite, the condescending sense of superiority and provocation made all the Chinese doctors present frown.

Soon, a patient was pushed onto the stage in a wheelchair.

It was a blond boy of about seven or eight years old, with delicate features like a porcelain doll, but he lay lifelessly slumped in his wheelchair.

His limbs were abnormally twisted and atrophied, his face was as pale as paper, and his breathing was so weak that it was almost imperceptible.

On the large screen, the boy's medical records began to play, including CT scans, MRIs, gene sequencing reports... a series of complex data that was dazzling.

Professor Anderson explained personally: "The patient, Tom, is eight years old and suffers from an extremely rare condition called 'progressive spinal muscular atrophy.' His motor neurons are constantly dying, his muscles are atrophying, and he will eventually die from respiratory failure. We estimate that he has less than three months to live."

“This is a child abandoned by God.” Professor Anderson spread his hands, his face filled with pity and helplessness. “Modern medicine has sentenced him to death.”

After speaking, he looked at the Chinese experts below the stage, his gaze finally settling on Su Wanqing.

"I've heard that in the mysterious East, there exists a power that can bring the dead back to life. Today, will we be fortunate enough to witness a miracle?"

The entire room fell silent.

All eyes were on Su Wanqing.

This is a dead end.

Using a terminal illness that modern medicine has pronounced as a death sentence to defeat the entire field of traditional Chinese medicine in China.

If it can't be cured, then traditional Chinese medicine is a scam, a clown, and utterly shameful.

Cured...that's simply impossible.

Below the stage, Lin Huaiyuan had a playful smile on his lips. He wanted to use this straightforward and aboveboard strategy to force Su Wanqing to take action.

He wanted to see for himself what earth-shattering secret this woman was hiding.

Old Master Yan's face turned ashen. He patted Su Wanqing's hand and lowered his voice, "Girl, don't fall for it. This is a trap. We won't take it!"

However, Su Wanqing slowly stood up.

Under the watchful eyes of hundreds of people, she walked steadily up to the stage.

"I'll give it a try."

The three words, though not loud, resonated clearly throughout the entire hall.

The entire audience erupted in uproar.

"She's gone mad? That's a terminal illness!"

"That was too impulsive! If this fails, traditional Chinese medicine will lose all face!"

A flicker of surprise crossed Professor Anderson's eyes, quickly turning into deep mockery. He gestured for her to proceed: "Oh? This beautiful lady, how do you intend to treat me? With herbs, or... with needles?"

Su Wanqing ignored his sarcasm.

She walked up to the boy, squatted down, and gently placed two slender fingers on his faint wrist pulse.

Observe, listen, inquire, and palpate.

The oldest and purest form of diagnosis.

The foreign experts in the audience let out a suppressed burst of laughter. In their view, this diagnosis based on "touching the wrist" was no different from fortune telling on the street.

Lin Huaiyuan's smile deepened.

However, just a dozen seconds later, Su Wanqing let go.

She stood up, looked directly at Professor Anderson, and spoke in a calm, unwavering tone.

"He doesn't have a hereditary disease."

In short, it was earth-shattering.

Professor Anderson seemed to have heard the biggest joke of the century: "Miss, we have the most accurate gene sequencing reports! Are you trying to single-handedly overturn the entire field of modern genetics?"

“I don’t understand genetics.” Su Wanqing shook her head. “All I know is that this child’s body has been injected with a ‘Mysterious Ice Fiend’ using an extremely insidious method.”

"This malevolent energy continuously eroded his vitality and froze his meridians, leading to muscle atrophy and nerve necrosis. Judging from his pulse, he has only entered a state of 'apparent death'."

“Your diagnosis is wrong from the root.”

Mysterious Ice Demon?

The unfamiliar term left the entire audience stunned.

Only Lin Huaiyuan's pupils contracted sharply at that moment!

For the first time, the smile on his face completely disappeared.

Professor Anderson was about to retort, but Su Wanqing gave him no further chances.

She took out a row of silver needles of varying lengths from her small needle case.

The needle gleamed with a cold, sharp light under the lamp.

"I'll wake him up now."

Before she finished speaking, she flicked her wrist, and a silver light pierced the air!

No one could see her movements clearly, but the three-inch-long silver needle had already pierced the boy's Baihui acupoint on the top of his head with perfect accuracy!

Then, the second stitch, the third stitch, the fourth stitch...

Shenting, Yintang, Renzhong, Tiantu...

The silver needles seemed to come alive in her hands, piercing the boy's acupoints one after another with an unfathomable rhythm.

Every needle was applied steadily, accurately, and decisively, without the slightest hesitation.

Then something even more shocking happened.

The silver needles that had pierced the skin began to tremble slightly at a high frequency, emitting a series of faint buzzing sounds!

A wisp of pale golden energy, visible to the naked eye, flowed from Su Wanqing's fingertips and slowly entered the boy's body through the trembling silver needles.

Below the stage, Lin Huaiyuan's face was extremely grim.

He stared intently at Su Wanqing's technique, his eyes filled not only with disbelief but also with a deep-seated fear.

He recognizes him!

This is not acupuncture! This is using Qi to control the needles!

It is a supreme technique that exists only in the oldest family records and can only be mastered by the true "inheritors"!

Just then, something unexpected happened!

The lifeless little boy in the wheelchair suddenly twitched his finger!

Immediately afterwards, his eyelids trembled, and a faint trace of color appeared on his paper-white face!

"My God! Look! He moved!" someone in the audience exclaimed in surprise.

Everyone stared wide-eyed at the stage, afraid of missing even a fraction of a second.

Su Wanqing remained expressionless and pointed her fingers like a sword, striking the boy's chest at the Tanzhong acupoint.

"puff--"

The little boy suddenly opened his mouth and spat out a mouthful of thick, black blood!

The blood that fell onto the clean floor instantly froze into a thin layer of frost, emitting wisps of white chill!

"He's awake! He's awake!"

After spitting out that mouthful of black blood, the little boy coughed violently. Then, slowly, slowly, he opened his blue eyes, which had been closed for months.

His eyes went from bewilderment to confusion, and then back to their former radiance.

He saw the throng of heads below the stage, then Su Wanqing beside him, and finally Professor Anderson not far away. In a weak voice, trembling with tears, he softly called out:

"professor……"

Miracle!

An undeniable and mind-blowing medical miracle!

A child who had been given a death sentence by modern medicine was pulled back from the brink of death in just a few minutes by a few silver needles!

After a deathly silence that lasted for more than ten seconds, the entire Golden Hall suddenly erupted in thunderous applause and cheers!

The flashbulbs went off like crazy, and all the cameras were focused on the Chinese woman on the stage, who held a silver needle, had a slender figure, and looked like a goddess!

Professor Anderson and his team are completely petrified.

They rushed onto the stage and rapidly checked the boy's vital signs with instruments. When they saw the curves return to normal on the monitor, the expressions on their faces changed from shock to ecstasy, and finally to an indescribable awe and shame.

Professor Anderson walked up to Su Wanqing and bowed deeply to her solemnly.

"I'm sorry, Miss. I sincerely apologize to you and to the great Chinese medicine of China for my previous ignorance and arrogance!"

Su Wanqing withdrew the silver needles and calmly accepted his apology.

Her gaze swept over the excited crowd and through the flashing lights, landing precisely on Lin Huaiyuan, whose face was ashen and whose body was stiff.

Their eyes met.

In Lin Huaiyuan's eyes, there was anger at the plan going out of control, panic at the exposure of the secret, and even more so, a fanatical greed and fear of her unfathomable strength.

In Su Wanqing's eyes, however, there was only a frozen indifference.

She mouthed three words to him silently.

Next.

It's you.