"What! He's conceding already?"
Everyone was astounded, looking at Ning Fan with incredulity.
After all, he had yet to make a move. How could a person comparable to the elderly Tang in medical technique be so simplistic?
"Mr. Ning, what is this?"
Old Tang frowned, his face filled with confusion as he looked at Ning Fan.
The slight mistake just now was clear to him. As long as Ning Fan didn't make any errors, he had a hundred percent chance of winning against him, yet he chose to give up. This was illogical!
"Old Tang, don't misunderstand, I didn't concede on purpose."
Ning Fan looked at him with a slight smile, then turned his gaze to the people around and said, "Today's dispute with the Tang Clan is something everyone has come to witness out of reputation. The competition in Chinese medicine is divided into three rounds. Though the first two rounds were considered draws, in reality, Old Tang has already beaten me.
And for this third round, I think there is no need to continue because I'm too tired. I no longer have the surplus energy to perform acupuncture.
As everyone knows, successful acupuncture requires the unity of essence Qi and spirit to ensure the correct treatment, and even a tiny mistake can cause irreversible pain to the patient. Therefore, without absolute certainty, I dare not to proceed with acupuncture! That's why I lost!"
"Mr. Ning, how do you know you have lost if you don't try?"
Old Tang knew Ning Fan was conceding deliberately.
"Exactly, God Doctor Ning, your medical skills are so miraculous, we believe in you, you can totally perform the acupuncture."
"Right, God Doctor Ning, we all want to see your acupuncture, you must not let us down."
"God Doctor Ning, we believe in you..."
The crowd erupted into chatter as Ning Fan conquered them with his strength.
Even the patient for whom Ning Fan was supposed to perform acupuncture lifted his head, his eyes filled with hope as he said, "God Doctor Ning, just go ahead with the acupuncture with confidence. I believe in you. You definitely won't let us down."
Seeing how much they revered him, Ning Fan thought it was no longer necessary to decide whether or not to perform acupuncture as he had already gained their favor. Was it then right to smash the century-old brand of the Tang Clan? That would be entirely unfair.
"Everyone, quiet down, listen to me."
Ning Fan gestured with his hands, signaling for silence.
"I know everyone trusts me, Ning Fan, but how can a physician be so easily trusted? Since I do not have the confidence to perform acupuncture, then I must not proceed with it carelessly, as this concerns human life and the pain of the patient.
In the previous two rounds, I have already expended a great deal of energy. If I were to perform acupuncture again, I'm afraid it would be difficult to play to the best of my level. Besides, everyone should understand that my duel with Old Tang clearly puts him at a disadvantage.
Old Tang is now seventy, and I am just in my early twenties. Think about it. How can a man over seventy years old have such stamina and vitality to compete with a man decades younger than him without falling behind? It's clear to see that Old Tang is the winner.
I have the advantage of youth. If Old Tang and I were of the same age, I don't think I would stand a chance against him. Therefore, it is meaningless to continue the competition. Today, I've lost.
The Tang Clan has won!"
As he finished speaking, Ning Fan started clapping, and the entire place erupted, clapping enthusiastically like a tidal wave.
Ning Fan not only spoke with fervor but also elevated his own charisma and the reputation of the Tang Clan to the utmost!
Old Tang was genuinely grateful to Ning Fan.
He understood that Ning Fan had let him win on purpose.
Ning Fan didn't want to ruin their century-old brand; if Old Tang truly lost to Ning Fan today, it would be a massive blow to the Tang Clan.
And Ning Fan's thought was that the Tang Clan has been established for a century, treating more people than he has even walked past.
Even if his medical technique was miraculous, how many people could he treat? How many could he save?
A good medical technique doesn't signify everything; it's just personal glory, how many people can it cure?
But the Tang Clan was different; over the century, it has saved countless lives.
Compared to the Tang Clan, Ning Fan felt utterly inferior.
Soon after, Ning Fan left the place.
However, Tang Xinyuan coldly approached Old Tang with a sneer, "Grandfather, that guy is just so-so, not difficult to deal with at all."
Old Tang turned around sharply and fiercely slapped Tang Xinyuan across the face.
"You ignorant fool! Mr. Ning is not someone you can insult! Compared with Mr. Ning's charisma, you are far weaker! It's not an exaggeration to say you're behind by a whole ten streets!"
Old Tang was very angry, furious even.
What stature and charm Ning Fan possessed; even he was filled with admiration.
"Grandfather, you..."
Tang Xinyuan was dumbfounded.
He knew that Old Tang had never hit him since he was a child.
"If you still can't comprehend the lesson here, I fear that the future Tang Clan will have nothing to do with you!"
Old Tang turned away with his hands behind him, shaking his head with a sigh, and aged a few years as he departed...