Hearing this, Zhong Yongxi said coldly with a stern face, "Shen Qiang, don't put on an act like you can win easily. If you have the ability, then show it. If you lose, I, Zhong Yongxi, will kneel down and sing 'Conquer' for you without a second word. But I'm afraid that you, Mr. Shen, don't have the skill."

Shen Qiang frowned and said, "How about your medical clinic sends someone more formidable instead? It's like picking toe lint to beat Zhong Yongxi—it isn't much of an achievement to win over him."

Upon hearing this, the people gathered around started to snicker.

"This kid really is like a clay pot cooking a duck—tough on the outside but tender within."

"It's quite laughable, for Zhong Yongxi's standard among the young generation of major medical families within the province, is definitely first-class. This Shen Qiang, I bet he knows he can't win and is just looking for excuses."

"Hmm, it must be so."

In the midst of everyone's chuckles,

The person in charge of the Zhong Family medical clinic said coldly, "Although the Young Master is young, he has already mastered the essence of the Little Plum Blossom Acupuncture Technique. If you really can win against him, our clinic will certainly have a stronger person accept your challenge."

Hearing this, Shen Qiang still felt unenthusiastic, because with Zhong Yongxi's standard of four plum blossoms, competing in acupuncture techniques would be akin to death for him the moment Shen Qiang made a move.

"Alright then."

Shen Qiang nodded.

The disciples from Zhong Family's medical clinic pushed the patient's bed over.

The surroundings weren't very quiet, with many representatives of the medical families gathered around whispering and commenting.

"Hehe, this dumb kid just said he didn't want to compete anymore. I bet he's simply not up to it."

"Energy, spirit, and soul, look at how listless he is. You can tell at a glance that he can't win."

"Yeah, he looks like he's about to fall asleep as it is. If he could win, wouldn't that be a travesty?."

Amidst their buzzing noises, an impatient Shen Qiang, not wanting to listen to them, said, "Come on, burn some incense."

At these words, the crowd's expressions grew a bit more solemn.

Because the incense burned here wasn't the type lit by old men and women in the countryside for superstitious beliefs. These incenses generally contained calming medicinal substances and precious aromatics, which when smelled, made one feel a sense of tranquility.

Burning incense, moreover, signaled that Shen Qiang was about to undertake a very serious matter.

Such psychological suggestion could prompt the onlookers to talk less nonsense and concentrate better.

"I'm sorry, we've already used up the morning's incense," said the person in charge of Zhong Family's medical clinic with a casual lift of his eyebrow.

The crowd was taken aback.

Then they looked at Shen Qiang with a bit of scorn.

Taking a deep breath, Shen Qiang said indifferently, "Oh, no more incense, then, play some music."

"The musician is tired," replied the person in charge of Zhong Family's medical clinic with a cold voice.

Hearing this, Xu Nan, seated in a chair with furrowed brows and Bai Jiao beside her, clearly very upset, said, "Oh, is this what you call a fair competition?"

Zhong Yongxi felt a bit embarrassed but pretended not to hear.

Standing by the patient's bed, Shen Qiang took a deep breath, then turned his head and said, "Then what does the Zhong Family medical clinic have?"

The person in charge of Zhong Family's medical clinic sneered and said, "If you are unable to perform Acupuncture Technique on your own, the Zhong Family's medical clinic can indeed provide a disciple to assist you."

Shen Qiang laughed, "Sure, bring him over."

Hearing this, the person in charge of Zhong Family's medical clinic gave a look to someone on the side.

Moments later, a Zhong Family's medical clinic disciple dressed in Hanfu walked over to Shen Qiang's side.

Shen Qiang couldn't help but laugh when he took a look.

This guy, tall and with a small head, thick lips, a goatee, and a hunchback, was not only extraordinarily ugly, but he also wore a pair of trendy red sneakers under his traditional garments.

"Can you dance disco?"

The disciple of Zhong Family's medical clinic was startled and said, "Generally."

Shen Qiang nodded and said, "Good, just dance for me while I'm doing the acupuncture."

The disciple turned his head in astonishment, looking at the person in charge of Zhong Family's medical clinic.

"It's fine, since he likes to have someone dancing while he's doing acupuncture, then you dance," the person in charge of Zhong Family's medical clinic said coldly, "Our Zhong Family does have that kind of tolerance."

At that moment, Shen Qiang arched an eyebrow at the person in charge of Zhong Family's medical clinic and said, "You arrange for a musician to play the zither every day. I believe even Zhong Family's medical clinic would find that inconvenient, correct? So normally, the clinic must use a sound system to play music."

With a flick of his wrist, he took out a portable USB drive from the Storage Ring and said, "Please play the song, the third one."

The person in charge of Zhong Family's medical clinic looked at Shen Qiang for a moment and then said, "Fine, go and play it."

Someone immediately walked over to Shen Qiang and took the USB drive.

Then, Zhong Yongxi, smiling cynically, said, "Shen Qiang, you want to show off, but you should first see if you're qualified. Do you think playing music from the sound system is very stylish?"

Shen Qiang laughed, looking contemptuously at Zhong Yongxi, and said, "Whether it's stylish or not, you'll find out soon."

Shen Qiang then ignored Zhong Yongxi and stood in front of the sickbed, taking out a thick stack of common iron stainless steel needles from the Storage Ring in one breath.

At this moment, the sound system suddenly began playing a male voice with an Indian flavor.

Everyone was startled.

"Isn't it 'High Mountains Flowing Water'?"

"What kind of music is this? It doesn't sound classy at all."

And almost simultaneously with everyone's astonishment,

the rhythm from the sound system suddenly sped up, and amidst the heavy drum beats, a man's voice heavy with the scent of curry came through.

"How cold is the deep winter, dah, dah, dah, how cold is the deep winter, dah, dah, dah, ahh ahh ahh, I'm playing with mud in the Northeast! Though the Northeast isn't big, I have no home in Dalian!"

In an instant, all the people in Zhong Family's medical clinic were dumbfounded.

"Stop stop stop, turn it off!" the person in charge of Zhong Family's medical clinic bellowed. As soon as the music stopped, he said furiously, "Presumptuous! Outrageous! This is a medical clinic, a refined hall. How can you play such vulgar music here?"

"Exactly, Shen Qiang has gone too far, how can he play such music here."

"It's just so uncultured."

Amidst the murmurs of the crowd, Shen Qiang, who initially had a smile on his face, had his expression grow darker.

Calmly arching his eyebrow, he said, "Shut up. Your Zhong Family medical clinic, the Medical Skill is quite poor, but you're not shy about showing off, are you? Since I've arrived here, you've done all sorts of things, asking me to find someone to vouch for me not cheating, telling me to stand aside and watch you show off."

"Fine, that's okay. The strong dragon doesn't suppress the local snakes, so you carve out a path, and I, Shen Qiang, will follow. It's nothing, it's the grace the strong should have."

"But now it's my turn. No Incense, no problem, as long as someone dances, that's enough. The musician is tired, no problem, as long as there's electricity, that works. You like to show off, right? Want to trample on me, Shen Qiang, and flaunt your power? Then now you listen carefully to me."

"If you allow your Zhong Family's medical clinic to burn Incense and play the zither while doing acupuncture, then you'll also allow me, Shen Qiang, to play upbeat songs and dance disco while I'm doing acupuncture!"

Upon hearing this, the person in charge of Zhong Family's medical clinic got really angry, "Such songs are a blasphemy to our Zhong Family's medical clinic!"

"Blasphemy?" Shen Qiang laughed: "You're mistaken, I'm humiliating you."

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