The Miracle Doctor: Call Me Savior

It was still noisy outside, but at this moment, the atmosphere in the classroom seemed to be a little solemn.

Looking at the remaining more than 20 students and the remaining parents, Zachary said in a serious and serious tone, "Since everyone here chose to stay, it means that you still trust me, Zachary, Elder Geng, and our Rende Traditional Chinese Medicine School."

"I understand the mood of your parents and classmates very well, because we all want to learn medical skills as soon as possible and master them as soon as possible. Especially those students who have some basic knowledge of Chinese medicine, they may be a little anxious and feel that these courses are somewhat boring and wasting time."

Zachary's words immediately caused some students to smile kindly. Indeed, quite a number of them had this idea.

Seeing this, Zachary's face softened a little and he continued to say, "I'm sure all of you can recognize my medical skills!"

"Of course, Magic Dr. Ching's name is known to everyone in Ludington City."

"President Qin is the youngest president of our Chinese Medicine Association in Ludington City. Naturally, there's no need to talk about medical skills."

"Senior Mr. Ching, I'm in Ludington City University of Medical Fame, and I'm your younger brother. I know that your academic performance has always been good."

The atmosphere became more lively, and the students also preferred this kind of relaxed communication.

Zachary nodded and said, "Since everyone trusts my medical skills, then I'll tell you about my medical experience."

"When I was still five years old, my master urged me to recite the first song of soup with a board every day. At that time, I couldn't even remember a word, let alone a word. But if I recited a word wrongly, my palm would be hit by a board. I wasn't smart, but I could persist, so when I was eight years old, I could finally recite the first song of soup without missing a word, and I would never forget it."

"Later, when I was ten years old, I followed my master to pick herbs and be a medicine boy. I traveled all over the country every day and suffered from poisonous insects, mosquitoes, and flies. Adding all kinds of bad weather, I suffered a lot. But my master still asked me to remember the herbs I saw every day in my heart, otherwise it would be a board. In this way, when I was fourteen years old, I could already be familiar with thousands of kinds of herbs. Besides, I didn't get familiar with them in the written sense of familiarity, but I really saw, touched, smelled and tasted them. Therefore, I would never forget these herbs."Content is © by NôvelDrama.Org.

"Later, I stayed with my master and began to learn how to prescribe medicine. At that time, my master didn't tell you the symptoms of the prescriptions as he did now. He recorded them and explored them by himself. In this way, I was able to get familiar with common diseases and the corresponding prescriptions when I was 18 years old."

"There are a lot of similar things. My medical skills are completed bit by bit in this way. I don't rely on talent or luck to suddenly show my intelligence overnight. I tell you this to tell you that traditional Chinese medicine is a profound field of knowledge. It needs to be slowly studied and accumulated so that it can become a real traditional Chinese medicine."

After listening to Zachary's speech, the students and the parents were silent. They looked at Zachary on the stage quietly and had a different kind of taste in their hearts.

In their minds, Zachary, a young and successful magical doctor, had too much magic. Therefore, they subconsciously thought that Zachary's medical skills were because of his talent and fortuitous encounter. Therefore, they wanted to become like themselves, so they were eager for instant benefits.

However, what Zachary said was true. No matter how talented a genius was, his medical skills must be accumulated little by little. Nothing could be accomplished overnight.

Looking at the thoughtful expression on the students' faces, Zachary pointed to Elder Geng beside him and said to the students, "Today, I saw Elder Geng teaching them the method of pinching silver needles in acupuncture. Elder Geng asked you to practice all over the place. I know that many people are impatient. But it is inevitable to practice acupuncture well. This kind of repeated and boring practice is inevitable."

"Someone may think that acupuncture is enough as long as it is correct. When the time comes, you just need to identify the acupuncture points and inject the needles. There is no point in repeating the practice."

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At this point, the expressions of some students became slightly strange. Obviously, this was what they thought of him. Zachary smiled and said, "Here, Elder Geng, please show us how important the basic skills of pinching needles are."

"Elder Geng, please!" Elder Geng walked to the podium with a serious look on his face.

Zachary picked up a pen, rolled up his sleeves, and pointed a small dot on his arm. Then he said, "Assuming the dot on my arm is the acupuncture point for acupuncture. Now, I want to invite you to try the acupuncture point on this acupuncture point."

In the blink of an eye, seven or eight students raised their hands. Almost all of them had some basic knowledge of martial arts.

Each of them held a silver needle in their hands and walked up to Zachary.

Zachary stretched out his arm and said with a smile, "Just treat me as an ordinary patient and give me a shot. Don't have any concerns."

Hearing this, a burly boy walking in the forefront took a deep breath, then pinched the silver needle in his hand, aimed it at the small dot, and stabbed it down.

It looked like a simple action to pierce the dot with a silver needle. However, when the boy carried it out, he immediately noticed the difficult point. It was obvious that he aimed at the dot, but the tip of the needle inexplicably deviated to the outside of the dot.

The tall and sturdy male scratched his head in confusion as he walked down. Then, the students continued, and almost all of them encountered the same problem as the tall and sturdy male. They were clearly sure of what it was, but after planting the needle, they shifted their positions.

Then, Zachary stretched out his arm in front of Elder Geng and said, "Elder Geng, this way please!"

Elder Geng's face didn't change. He took out a silver needle and looked at the dot on Zachary's arm. Then he gently stabbed it down, but accurately found the center of the dot.

Mr. Geng's movement was not fast, but it was very smooth and natural. There was no delay at all. It was like when the needle was put, Mr. Geng knew where the round point was.

Seeing this, the students down there finally realized the difference between themselves and the masters of Chinese Medicine. They almost grabbed Zachary's arm and tried to aim at him, but in the end, they all went askew. When they looked at Elder Geng again and casually pricked him with a needle, they found that it was very accurate.

"Teacher Qin, then why didn't we succeed just now?" The stalwart boy at the beginning asked.

Zachary smiled, pointed at Elder Geng and said, "Elder Geng, please explain this problem for me."

Elder Geng said with a serious look on his face, "Acupuncture is the same as shooting arrows and shooting guns. They are all aimed at targets. You just need to shoot. But you ignored one thing. The target of acupuncture is the human body. It's an active body, not a target for shooting arrows. The dead thing can't move."

"Human body is active and resilient. But when you put the needle, some muscle of the patient may tremble and itch anywhere will cause the movement of the acupuncture points. So when you do acupuncture, you should not simply identify the needle, but know the movements of the body's muscles. Therefore, you must be very stable in the method of pinching the needle. You can't allow any mistakes. Because a slight mistake may lead to the patient's death."

There was a period of silence. All the students looked at Mr. Geng quietly with unspeakable shock and reflection on their faces. At this moment, they finally understood the purpose of Mr. Geng's boring training and the vastness and profoundness of Chinese medicine.

In an instant, a round of applause sounded in the classroom, like thunder, enthusiastic and durable.