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Zhou Minghui trembled with rage, his finger pointed tightly at Lu Xuan, his knuckles white, as he angrily questioned:

"Who are you calling trash? Say it again if you dare!"

Lu Xuan stood still, his back straight, his eyes expressionless, and his tone flat and even:

"Want to listen? That's rubbish!"

Zhou Minghui's chest heaved violently, his chest felt tight, his eyes were fierce, and he roared sharply:

"Fine, fine, if you're so capable, then show me how to cure him!"

At the outermost edge of the crowd, Li Ren'ai stood ramrod straight, not uttering a single word from beginning to end, her gaze fixed firmly on Lu Xuan, unwavering.

Lu Xuan stepped forward slowly, his steps steady, his aura calm and composed, and spoke indifferently:

"Move aside. Open your eyes and look carefully."

Zhou Minghui crossed his arms, a disdainful sneer playing on his lips, and glanced at him sideways:

"Hmph, all show and no substance. Let's see how long you can keep up this act."

Lu Xuan's gaze swept over the hospital bed, but he only glanced at it before looking away. His tone was calm and resolute, without the slightest hesitation:

"Heart failure, lung obstruction, plus old injuries that congest blood and blood vessels, he is afflicted with three serious illnesses."

Your previous treatments were all just treating the symptoms, not the root cause.

As soon as he finished speaking, Zhou Minghui sneered, his face full of disdain and his tone sarcastic:

"Pretending to be something you're not!"

These symptoms are only diagnosed with sophisticated instruments; how could you possibly spot them at a glance?

Who are you kidding!

The nurse beside her curled her lip, her tone dismissive and full of disdain:

"I know, it must have been the young lady from the Lin family who told him beforehand, otherwise how could she be so amazing!"

Lin Banxia's face turned pale instantly. She rushed forward, her voice tight, and she urgently tried to explain:

"I didn't! I didn't say anything to Brother Lu Xuan, don't slander me like this!"

Zhou Minghui's face darkened, his brows furrowed, and he rebuked sharply:

"What do you know, you little girl? You're so narrow-minded, you don't even realize when someone's lying to you!"

Upon hearing this, a chill suddenly spread out from Lu Xuan, the surrounding temperature plummeted, and the oppressive atmosphere around him became frighteningly heavy.

The onlookers nodded in agreement, and murmurs arose. Someone sighed softly:

"This girl is too naive! She's definitely been tricked by bad people!"

"Exactly, how could you possibly know the condition inside a body at a glance!"

Lu Xuan glanced coldly at Zhou Minghui, his voice icy and devoid of any warmth:

Are you sure I can't cure you?

Zhou Minghui stood tall with his head held high and his chin slightly raised, his arrogance reaching its peak.

"100% certain!"

I've been in this profession for over a decade; I know a million times more than you! You absolutely cannot cure this disease!

Lu Xuan's lips curled into a disdainful smile: "In that case, let's make a bet."

Li Ren'ai, standing to the side, raised the corners of her eyes slightly and her gaze flickered, but she remained silent.

Zhou Minghui immediately retorted, his tone fierce: "Let's bet! Who's afraid of who? What are we betting on?"

Lu Xuan's tone was calm, yet his presence was imposing; each word was spoken clearly and distinctly.

"If I cure Old Master Lin, you will kowtow three times to Lin Banxia in public to apologize, and kneel on the spot for ten minutes without getting up."

If I cannot be cured, you may do whatever you wish with me, without question.

Zhou Minghui gritted his teeth and roared without hesitation:

"Fine, let's bet! You overconfident fool, I'll see how you embarrass yourself later!"

"Then I'll make you hold up a sign, kneel at the hospital entrance, and shout 'I'm a liar!' for ten days straight!"

Lu Xuan said no more. He lightly raised his fingertips, his movements clean and swift, without a trace of fancy. He first lightly touched Lin Touxian's brow, then lightly pressed on the old man's chest.

Invisible bio-pulses and nano-repair energy seep in quietly, leaving only a faint, almost imperceptible warmth, so fast that it is impossible to detect.

"You're just making a big fuss! You don't even know the most basic diagnostic methods of observation, listening, questioning, and palpation, yet you dare to call yourself a doctor?"

"Just clicking around a couple of times and calling that curing an illness? It's laughable. Let's see how long you can keep up this act!"

Zhou Minghui crossed his arms and sneered, his face full of schadenfreude, waiting to see Lu Xuan make a fool of himself.

The nurses nearby whispered amongst themselves, their faces full of doubt:

"I've never seen a doctor treated like this before, especially for such a critical illness."

"Yes, I've been practicing medicine for decades, and I've never seen a doctor treated like this!"

Lu Xuan withdrew his hand, his tone indifferent and decisive:

"alright."

Zhou Minghui was taken aback at first, then burst into a sarcastic remark, his tone sharp and sarcastic:

"What? You're cured? You think a couple of taps and you've cured me? Did you escape from some mental hospital?"

Lin Banxia immediately stood in front of Lu Xuan, her eyes reddening and her voice trembling as she defended him:

"You're not allowed to talk about Brother Lu Xuan like that! Brother Lu Xuan isn't mentally ill!"

Hu Chun'e hurried to the bedside, her fingertips gripping the corner of the blanket, and asked nervously:

"Old man, how's it going?"

Lin Banxia looked up at Lu Xuan, a hint of trepidation in her eyes, and asked softly:

"Brother Lu Xuan, did those two taps really cure it?"

Lu Xuan looked at her, his gaze softening slightly, and asked gently, "Do you believe me?"

Lin Banxia nodded firmly without hesitation:

"I believe you!"

Lu Xuan's tone was firm, and his words were steady: "Really, it will be ready soon."

In just a few breaths, Lin Touxian's pale face rapidly warmed up, gradually regaining a healthy glow.

The tightness in his chest dissipated instantly. He exhaled a long breath, slowly opened his eyes, and his gaze became much clearer.

"Phew, that feels so much better... My chest feels lighter now, and my whole body feels so much better."

His voice was loud and strong, and his energy and spirit had been fully restored; he showed no signs of the dejection often associated with critically ill patients.

Hu Chun'e's eyes widened in shock, and she asked in a trembling voice:

"Oh dear, old man, you...you're really better? Are you really better?"

Lin Touxian stretched his body, looking relaxed, and spoke in a cheerful tone:

"It couldn't be better! I feel so much better! Thank you, Dr. Lu!"

Hu Chun'e quickly bowed, her face full of guilt, and repeatedly expressed her gratitude:

"This is incredible! Thank you so much, Dr. Lu. I'm so sorry for doubting you earlier!"

Lin Banxia wept with joy, her eyes slightly red, gently tugging at Lu Xuan's sleeve, her heart overflowing with happiness:

"Grandpa, you're really better! That's wonderful, so wonderful! Brother Lu Xuan, thank you!"

Lu Xuan spoke calmly, his tone casual:

"It's nothing."

The entire venue fell into a deathly silence, so quiet you could hear a pin drop, before exploding into chaos the next second.

"What? Is that amazing?" "My God! You were almost collapsing just now, and now you're so energetic?"

"Healed with just two touches? Miracle doctor, please take a look at me too!"

Zhou Minghui's sneer froze instantly, his pupils contracted sharply, and he rushed forward, grabbing the stethoscope and pressing it firmly against the old man's chest.

Upon hearing this, my whole body went cold, my hands trembled uncontrollably, my voice quivered, and I was filled with disbelief:

"Heart rate stable... blood stasis completely dissipated... cardiopulmonary function is recovering... how is this possible..."

The nurses were stunned and gasped in disbelief:

"What the heck? Is this for real? There's no such thing as a cure."

"I've worked for decades and have never seen such medical skill!"

The crowd fell silent. The previous mockery and doubts vanished, leaving only shock and awe as they stared intently at Lu Xuan.

Zhou Minghui's face was deathly pale, his lips trembled, and he murmured absentmindedly:

"That's impossible! How could this happen?"

Lu Xuan withdrew his gaze, looked at him coldly, and spoke indifferently:

"A bet's a bet. You won't renege on it, will you?"

Zhou Minghui's composure crumbled, his face contorted with panic, and he hastily retorted:

"I don't believe it, there must be something wrong! I demand an immediate medical checkup!"

Lu Xuan's eyes were cold, and his tone was mocking:

"Can't afford to lose?"

Li Ren'ai stepped forward, her steps steady, and spoke with conviction:

"No need for a physical exam, I can make the diagnosis."

He stepped forward to examine the old man closely, lightly touching his pulse with his fingertips. After a moment, he withdrew his hand, his expression grave.

Zhou Minghui quickly stepped forward and asked urgently:

"How is it, Dean?"

Li Ren'ai looked at Zhou Minghui, her tone firm and leaving no room for argument:

"All your health indicators are normal; you've truly recovered. I'll honor my bet and keep my word."

Zhou Minghui's legs went weak, his face went blank, and he muttered to himself:

"How could this happen..."

Cold sweat streamed down my forehead, soaking my collar, and my back felt cold.

With everyone watching, he had nowhere to hide. His legs gave way, and he collapsed to his knees with a thud.

He first kowtowed three times to Lin Banxia, ​​his head bowed and his voice hoarse:

"Ms. Lin, I'm sorry. I shouldn't have slandered you, and I shouldn't have said those things."

He knelt on the spot, motionless, his head bowed low, utterly humiliated and utterly pathetic.

The elderly couple, Mr. and Mrs. Lin, were moved to tears and struggled to get up to kneel and express their gratitude.

Lu Xuan raised his hand and waved it lightly, a gentle aura steadily supporting the two of them, his tone calm:

"It was nothing, no need for formalities. Just rest well."

Lin Banxia stood to the side, gently tugging at his sleeve, her eyes filled with gratitude, her voice soft and sweet:

"Brother Lu Xuan, thank you."

Lu Xuan spoke calmly, his tone composed:

"It's nothing, I'll be going now. You stay here with your family."

Lin Banxia quickly looked up, her eyes filled with reluctance, and hurriedly said:

"Brother Lu Xuan, could you please add me on WeChat?"

Lu Xuan nodded and readily agreed:

"it is good."

Lin Banxia's eyebrows curved into a smile as she softly said:

See you next time!

Lu Xuan gave a soft "hmm," his tone indifferent:

"Um."

After saying that, he turned around and walked straight towards the door, his steps calm and composed, without the slightest hesitation.

At that moment, Li Ren'ai stepped forward, completely disregarding his esteemed status as an academician and dean.

His knees buckled abruptly, and with a dull thud, he knelt straight down in front of Lu Xuan.

The entire audience froze, speechless with disbelief.

All the movements in his hands froze, and the air in the ward seemed to freeze instantly.

"Holy crap, why did Dean Li suddenly kneel down to him?"

"Oh my god! What happened? Can anyone tell me what's going on?"

No one could have imagined that this renowned medical luminary, the head of Jiangling First People's Hospital,

They actually knelt down in public, worshipping a young man who had no medical license and no reputation.

Li Ren'ai stood upright, his attitude exceptionally respectful, his eyes revealing extreme fervor and devotion.

He stared intently at Lu Xuan's back, his voice trembling and pleading:

"Mr. Lu, please accept me as your apprentice!"

Lu Xuan paused slightly, without turning his head. His profile remained cold and indifferent, without the slightest ripple of emotion.

"No, we won't accept it."

Li Renai knelt on the spot, her head slightly lowered, her posture extremely humble, her tone almost pleading:

"I am willing to serve you like a slave, at your beck and call!"

Lu Xuan slowly lowered his head and glanced at him, his eyes calm and unwavering, showing no emotion whatsoever, and spoke in a cold voice:

"Not interested."

After saying this, he said no more, and stepped aside to walk past Li Ren'ai, who was kneeling on the ground.

Without stopping, he walked straight out, his back view upright yet aloof.

Li Ren'ai slowly stood up, her face showing no anger whatsoever.

His gaze was fixed on Lu Xuan's departing figure, his eyes becoming even more resolute, filled with a do-or-die determination.

He maintained a respectful distance behind him, his voice steady and persistent, echoing throughout the quiet hospital corridor:

"Mr. Lu, I will not give up! If you don't take me in for a day, I will wait; if you don't take me in for a year, I will wait for a year!"

The crowd in the ward instantly erupted into a cacophony of voices, which could no longer be contained.

"What's going on? What happened to Dean Li?"

"I think this person's name is Lu Xuan, right?"

"I heard some time ago that the old man in the Xie family was critically ill and even the most famous doctors were helpless."

It was a mysterious master named Lu Xuan who cured him!

"And Wang Aiji, the second young master of the Wang family, suffered from dementia for many years, which was also cured by a man named Lu Xuan!"

"No way...it could be the same person all along?"

In an instant, the name Lu Xuan spread like a thunderclap among the crowd, and the name was deeply imprinted in everyone's heart.

Everyone stared in the direction he had left, their initial disdain gone, replaced by intense awe and curiosity.