Trinity Traitor: From One Person to the Other

Chapter 1055 The Level of Medical Students Taught by Wang Zizhong

"Who are you? Attacking from behind, is that any kind of martial ethics?"

He Songling pressed the burly man who had spoken to the ground and asked him.

This man was extremely robust, appearing to be two sizes larger than the tiger-like figure at first glance, and at least 1.95 meters tall, much taller than the tiger.

His face was as hard as iron, his jaw as wide as a swallow's and his beard as fierce as a tiger's. His voice was like thunder, his momentum like a galloping horse, and his sideburns were thick with a beard as wide as a slap. He was even more fierce than Zhang Fei and Li Kui.

But under He Songling's command, he was no different from an ordinary person without Qi; he was easily pinned to the ground with a single touch.

After all, this guy attacked from behind. He didn't care about martial ethics, so He Songling didn't care about his Daoist principles either.

"What do you mean, 'who am I'? Didn't you call me that?"

The burly man, with half his head embedded in the arena floor while He Songling pressed his head down, was still yelling, "You dare to slander our Trinity University! The enemy has already admitted defeat, yet you still act so brutally! You'll be punished by our Trinity University!"

He Songling ignored all his other nonsense and only seized on one sentence: "What do you mean I called you? When did I call you? What's your name?"

"My name is Wang Siqi, and I'm the health supervisor for this arena. What's wrong? Didn't you just injure our classmate and call the medical school to treat him?" the burly man shouted.

"You, from medical school?" Even He Songling's eyes widened; this guy didn't look like a medical student at all.

Look at that Prince Zhong, a skinny old man, who in his youth looked like a pathetic, incompetent husband; and his wife, Duanmu Ying, is even worse, she seems very powerful, but in reality, she's utterly useless when it comes to fighting.

Even their fathers, Mr. Niu and the previous head of Jishitang, were just so-so. They looked refined and cultured, and were more like scholars trying to pass the imperial examinations than extraordinary people.

This makes sense, as in ancient times, most scholars knew a little about traditional Chinese medicine. And doctors were certainly cultured people—otherwise, how could they understand those medical books?

Judging from this guy in front of me... apart from his name, how does he resemble a scholar?
"Look at your appearance, you don't look like a doctor at all. And what about that name you chose? Do you think it suits your image?"

"Why can't I be in medical school? My body is the way it is, a product of my father's sperm and mother's blood, developed naturally, so is that my fault? And my name, that was given to me by my parents, who are you to judge?"

The medical student named Wang Siqi was indignant. "Release me now! You've delayed my treatment and caused that classmate to be disabled. It's all your fault!"

He Songling trembled a couple of times, not knowing what to say, so he could only lift him off the ground and throw him in front of Zhao Ruyi, the former disciple of Qingzhuyuan.

"Okay, let's get it treated. It's okay, don't feel pressured. The idea that you'll be left with a disability is nonsense. If it really doesn't work, I'll find Wang Zizhong to treat you."

"Can't you shut up a bit of your bragging?" Wang Siqi, despite his refined name and medical background, clearly inherited a temperament that matched his appearance. While taking Zhao Ruyi's pulse and adjusting her bones, he sneered, "Who do you think you are? You think you can get our old dean to come? Do you know he's been retired for years? He's just an honorary professor now, and he hardly ever teaches. Even if you knew him, where would you find him? None of our doctoral supervisors can find him!"

"Hey, I just love to brag a little." He Songling didn't refute him. He wasn't there to show off that he knew Wang Zizhong. What he was going to do was to see how good these medical students were.

"If all else fails, I'll get him treated in the US. I have some connections there, and their medical standards are incredibly high. We don't necessarily have to use traditional medicine; modern medicine might be much more effective."

"You've never been to our Trinity before?"

The medical student named Wang Siqi first pieced together Zhao Ruyi's limbs and bones, roughly fixing them in place. Then, he used Qi to guide the recovery, stabilizing Zhao Ruyi's body. Seeing that there was no danger to his life and no movement that would hinder the treatment, he then began to examine the internal injuries.

"The kind of extraordinary people you mentioned who combine traditional medicine with Qi, that's ancient history! Our former dean, Wang Zizhong, studied in England and returned home. I heard that his wife was also one of the first people to study abroad, so she knows a lot about modern medicine."

Wang Siqi patted and massaged Zhao Ruyi's body, injecting different kinds of Qi into her. Then he jumped back to the temporary medical room next to the arena, carried over two strange-looking devices, and attached them to Zhao Ruyi's body. He then stepped back two steps, made a hand seal, and with a "sizzle," a dazzling bolt of lightning struck the machine.

"Buzz!"

The device trembled slightly, and then, as lightning surged through it, strange runes appeared on its surface. It used the lightning that Wang Siqi had unleashed as a stable power source, and the device began to operate.

At the same time, a small box appeared in Wang Siqi's hand. He pressed the source of the lightning in his hand onto the box, and the output of the lightning became as stable as a trickle, continuously outputting a stable voltage to the device.

In this place where there was absolutely no power, they actually managed to get electricity.

After finishing this routine, Wang Siqi finally had the mind to examine the patient while saying, "Our former dean, not to mention in the circle of supernatural beings, even in our whole country, was a milestone figure who was among the first to bring back modern foreign medicine."

"Many of the newborn vaccines and screenings that Lao Zhong uses now are based on standards he set back then. Do you think we wouldn't understand that? Our medical students mainly focus on combining Qi cultivation with modern medicine, okay?"

"I can see that, the combination is quite good." He Songling nodded. This Prince Zhong really makes things easy for me. Although he could only be considered to have learned a few skills from He Songling back then, and he was willing to call He Songling his master, He Songling was not so willing to acknowledge it and still treated him as an equal, probably just like Lu Jin and Zhuge Yuan's group.

Although they were nominally fellow disciples, most of their skills were actually taught to them by He Songling.

However, Wang Zizhong was clearly much more promising than a good-for-nothing like Lu Jin. Back in the early days of the People's Republic of China, he helped lay the foundation for modern medicine for Lao Zhong. According to Wang Siqi, the projects that Wang Zizhong led were enough to save countless newborns from death.

In ancient times, such a person would have been a saint enshrined in temples, a living Buddha to all. Not to mention, looking at his later students now, their use of these devices and traditional techniques combined with Qi is quite skillful and stable, clearly not the first time they have done this.

(End of this chapter)