Professor Zhang San's thoughts were quite simple.

No matter what you say.

He is also a professor of Chinese medicine.

Could it be that his acupuncture skills could be surpassed by a junior?

Thinking about this.

Professor Zhang San raised his hand.

He waved the acupuncture needle in his hand in front of Chen Mu.

Indicating to Chen Mu that he could also hold three needles.

Who knew...

The junior sitting opposite him didn't even glance at him.

Fingers pinching the silver needle.

"Swish!"

"Swish!"

"Swish!"

Three silver needles were inserted into the patient's body.

Then.

While checking the pulse, Chen Mu removed the needles that were temporarily not needed.

The few veteran professors standing by naturally took the silver needles used by Chen Mu.

Helping with the disinfection work.

Professor Zhang San stared at the junior opposite him and took a deep breath.

He also wished to casually solve the patient's paralysis with a few elegant needles like Chen Mu.

But.

If he inserted needles at the same speed as Chen Mu, he was not confident he could ensure the accuracy of the needles.

Realizing that in acupuncture,

he was really being overshadowed by a junior, Professor Zhang San couldn't help but tear up.

His brain was still working rapidly.

Thinking about how he should perform acupuncture next.

—

"????"

"I had already noticed that Dr. Chen had some skills, but even the professors at Hai City University of Traditional Medicine aren't as fast at needling as Dr. Chen?"

"This must be a script, right?"

"Our professor is just explaining in the bullet screen, actually, most of the Chinese medicine practitioners do not needle as quickly as Dr. Chen, every needle insertion requires calculation time."

"Right, right, right! Our professor says so, younger Chinese doctors are not as fast because many don't have Dr. Chen's skill level, and older Chinese doctors aren't as fast because, with age, the brain also declines, and the speed of calculating acupoints becomes slower!"

"Differential diagnosis in Chinese medicine is actually a very complicated and tedious process, Professor Zhang San is already very skilled, he might not be as fast as Dr. Chen, but he hasn't missed a single one."

"Our teachers are all puzzled about what school Dr. Chen comes from, this kind of medical skill obviously started in childhood, but no one has heard of any family boasting such a junior."

"..."

—

"Chen!"

Chen Mu pulled out three more silver needles from the acupuncture bag.

Lowering his eyes.

Taking the pulse with one hand.

Just as he was about to needle, a hand patted his shoulder.

Chen Mu looked up.

He saw Professor Liu Yao looking at him, smiling helplessly: "Slow down a bit, don't forget your opponent is an old guy."

Following Chen Mu's pace, Professor Zhang San, who was drawing needles, glared viciously at Professor Liu Yao upon hearing this.

Yet didn't say anything.

Implicitly agreed with Professor Liu Yao's statement.

Chen Mu slowed down his pace.

A few professors also started explaining Chen Mu and Professor Zhang San's every step of needle insertion to the students around them.

Beside the professors.

A group of postgraduate students in white coats were holding notebooks, diligently recording the knowledge points explained by the professors.

Among them, Mu Yao was recording while looking at Chen Mu with eyes full of shock.

There wasn't much of an age gap between her and Chen Mu.

Yet why was there such a difference in medical skills?

—

"Actually, I kind of understand these postgraduates."

"I study chemistry, one day the lab encountered a tough problem, the professor said he would send a senior to solve it for us.

When I saw the senior, I was dumbfounded, he was five years younger than me?!"

"Are you the one who doesn't wash smelly socks? We seem to be in the same lab, the worst part wasn't that the senior was five years younger than us, but that this problem we couldn't figure out, he solved in just over ten minutes."

"Hiss! Don't even mention it, being able to conduct independent experiments already surpasses the vast majority in the same field!"

"Let's just say that beyond a king of hard work, there's another king of hard work!"

"Not afraid of hard work killing hard work, only afraid when hard work is combined with talent!"

"..."

—

"Professor..."

With Chen Mu's last needle removed.

The previously paralyzed postgraduate could finally move slightly.

Seeing their peer recovering.

The postgraduate who attempted to needle to save a life but caused a partial paralysis turned full paralysis.

Finally couldn't contain their emotions.

Sitting on the ground.

Bawling their eyes out.

Seeing them like this, the surrounding postgraduates couldn't help but try to comfort them.

Professor Zhang San, who just got off the sickbed, looked at his hopeless disciple with eyes full of disappointment.

Only Chen Mu.

Helped the patient lie down.

Explained to the patient, they should lie down for a while before getting up to move normally.

After explaining the details for two to three minutes.

When Chen Mu got up, he saw Professor Zhang's student still sitting there, crying loudly.

In his eyes.

Was an unconcealed disgust, "You idiot, what face do you have to cry here?"

The young man's cries came to a sudden stop.

In disbelief, he looked up at Chen Mu, having been so frightened.

What's wrong with crying a bit?

His peers.

The fellow postgraduates, hearing Chen Mu's words, likewise spoke up in defense:

"He already knows what he did wrong, Dr. Chen there's no need to say something so harsh, right?"

"Yeah! Senior is okay now, let's not blame him, he already feels really guilty."

"As a doctor, who would want such a medical accident to occur."

Listening to these voices full of defiance around him.

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