Healing Doctor

Chapter 199 Upgraded Skills

As the PowerPoint presentation went on, page by page, the attending directors quickly realized that something was wrong.

This wasn't a praising-before-you-suppressing tactic, nor was it a harsh warning before someone entered the field. Every word Ling Tian uttered was extremely sharp; this was a genuine academic debate, with its sharp edges laid bare.

The directors in the audience grew increasingly alarmed and frightened as they listened.

Everyone had only heard of this kind of bayonet-to-bayonet battle, but no one had ever seen it.

The legendary battles only happened a few times, and the losers either suffered disgrace or fled to foreign lands.

No matter how advanced the technology, it's useless once war starts; there's no possibility of retreating even a single step.

A lifetime of reputation is staked on this; the loser will lose everything.

However, the battles that everyone is familiar with are all on the same level. Now, although Boss Qin is sitting next to Boss Teng despite his status, his most capable disciple, Professor Ling Tianling, a top interventional doctor in Shanghai, is fighting shirtless!

This is a move designed to crush that young doctor with overwhelming force.

Everyone was as quiet as a cicada in winter. What was supposed to be a joyful and harmonious learning experience had unknowingly turned into something quite different.

Qian Ying's face gradually turned cold; she was furious, extremely furious.

A warm, large hand took her hand.

"Calm down."

"Old Ji, he's yelling at my son!" Qian Ying was furious.

"Let Ji Xiang handle it himself."

"he?"

"After all, he's your son, and he's also my son. He should be able to handle this little thing. Ji Xiang has grown up, he's really grown up," Ji Yongchang said calmly.

Qian Ying fell silent, her gaze sharp as a knife, as if she wanted to slice Ling Tian to pieces.

Academician Teng frowned slightly. "Director Qin, what's going on? Didn't you say you were going to take on a last disciple? What's going on here?"

"Boss Teng, I misjudged him," Qin Chu said, heartbroken. "I even invited you to organize a conference for him, which was quite a lot of effort, wasn't it? But that kid just pulled out a nonsensical paper and thought..."

Before Qin Chu could finish speaking, he suddenly saw a young and familiar figure walk onto the podium.

Although he only met Ji Xiang once, for no more than two hours, Qin Chu probably wouldn't forget that young and energetic figure when he closed his eyes and left this world.

hateful!

Qin Chu's hands were already clenched into fists as he coldly stared at Ji Xiang walking onto the stage.

In academic debates, even among great scholars discussing classics, how can one succeed without profound knowledge and rich adaptability?

Qin Chu did not rely on his status to send only Ling Tian while he stayed behind.

The reason Ling Tian was chosen to participate is because he is superior to the other in the area of ​​debate. After all, Ling Tian is young, quick-witted, and has rich clinical experience. When it comes to explaining the theory of interventional surgery, perhaps no one can surpass him.

We must crush this little guy with overwhelming force and tell him the truth about this world.

If I can't have it, I'll destroy it.

Qin Chu was burning with anger, completely unaware of the change in Boss Teng's tone.

"Huh?" Boss Teng saw Ji Xiang walk onto the stage and looked at the young man with curiosity, stopping his conversation with Qin Chu.

"Teacher Ling, I have something to say." Ji Xiang stepped onto the stage, looking directly at Ling Tian without any fear.

Ling Tian sneered. He flipped to the last page of the PPT and had already said everything he needed to say. Was Ji Xiang only now remembering to interrupt him?

Although his initial intervention was futile, it was certainly better than things are now.

Who does he think he is? What right does he have to stand here and argue with me about academic opinions?

"Dr. Ji, these problems are objectively real, and I think you should be aware of them." Ling Tian held the microphone in his hand, with no intention of handing it to Ji Xiang.

At this moment, Mike holds the power of speech, and Ling Tian doesn't mind being a little stingy.

Years later, no one will care about what they did; they will only hear the story of how an ungrateful young man was trampled underfoot and ruthlessly crushed into dust by himself and his boss.

Would I care about the thoughts of an ant?

Ling Tian tilted his head slightly, looking down at Ji Xiang with his nostrils, deliberately adopting an arrogant posture. Just like his trash talk on the basketball court, Ling Tian's only purpose was to disturb Ji Xiang's concentration.

He didn't see Ji Xiang as a young grassroots doctor, but as an equal opponent. Ling Tian even had a slightly subservient attitude, though he himself didn't realize it.

After witnessing Ji Xiang's surgery, Ling Tian's mindset underwent a complete transformation.

"Teacher Ling, I'd like to say a few words," Ji Xiang said calmly and composedly.

"You? What gives you the right?" Ling Tian asked arrogantly.

Click~

Click to use surgical points, skill - Senior Physician's Gaze activated!

"Dr. Ling Tian, ​​I'm talking to you, didn't you hear me?" Ji Xiang asked coldly.

The immense pressure pressed down on Ling Tian like a bucket of ice water being poured over his head, chilling him to the bone.

Ling Tian's muscles stiffened, and his muscle cells generated action potentials, causing an increase in the concentration of troponin C in the sarcoplasm.

The drastic change in concentration causes a conformational change in troponin, weakening the binding of troponin I to actin, and a conformational change in tropomyosin, exposing the binding sites on actin.

Cross-bridges bind to actin, causing them to twist and pull the thin filaments of the ligaments towards the center of the thick filaments.

But after dragging it, the calcium ion concentration dropped directly to zero.

Almost all of Ling Tian's muscles snapped at the same time, leaving him frozen in place, completely still.

An unprecedented terror descended, and Ling Tian wanted to escape, but he couldn't take a single step.

Before Ling Tian could react,

suddenly,

A sharp, surging feeling washed over me like a tidal wave.

Other things are fine, but in the instant of muscle spasm, the smooth muscle of the ureter malfunctions, the urethral sphincter relaxes, and a rush of urine surges straight to the top of the head.

Ling Tian was dumbfounded. The immense pressure from the other side was one thing, but why was he about to pee his pants?

He held it in with all his might; if he peed, he would become the laughingstock of everyone.

"Knock knock knock." Ji Xiang gently tapped the lectern and beckoned to Ling Tian.

The audience was stunned.

Ji Yongchang looked at his son with a smile, while Qian Ying's eyes shone with excitement. She didn't care whether Ji Xiang was being disrespectful or not; if someone threw a punch at you, of course you should throw one back!

Qin Chu's face was ashen, like someone with late-stage liver cancer. Boss Teng crossed his legs and looked at Ji Xiang with great interest.

The other directors didn't even whisper to each other; they all stared in disbelief at the scene.

This wasn't part of the script in everyone's mind.

Zhao Zhe was in the worst situation; he was so embarrassed he wanted to bang his head against the wall.

Ji Xiang went too far. If Ling Tian gave him the microphone, he would...

Fortunately, he was slow to think. The moment the thought crossed his mind, Ling Tian squeezed his legs together, took two steps forward in an awkward posture, and tremblingly handed the microphone to Ji Xiang.

(End of this chapter)