Chapter 1623: 1623: Plans Can't Keep Up With Changes

Chapter 1623: Chapter 1623: Plans Can’t Keep Up With Changes

Several leading figures in the Japanese traditional medicine community were there to welcome the Huaxia delegation. When they saw their colleague in such a state, they first showed a contemptuous expression but quickly went to check on him upon realizing that the vice-principal was indeed too weak from illness.

Present were a few officials, but the rest were medical personnel. Consequently, there wasn’t much panic in this situation, and they quickly carried the vice-principal to a sheltered area to administer first aid.

This vice-principal held the highest position from the Tokyo University administration present today and could not miss the reception events. Hence, several Japanese doctors immediately began treating him. Others continued to welcome the Huaxia delegation members and led them into the school for their visit.

A short while later, after brief treatment, the vice-principal regained his senses and stood up. Supported by an assistant, he came over to greet them. When meeting the delegation officials again, he apologized in Japanese and asked for their understanding.

Despite the urgent treatment using some traditional medicine techniques, the vice-principal, who already had high blood pressure, had a severe headache from the cold wind. His blood pressure couldn’t stabilize, despite various treatments, likely due to hereditary issues.

His blood pressure had been problematic, and with the cold wind, his headache was severe, like a tight band around his head, making him very uncomfortable.

Nevertheless, he planned to accompany the Huaxia delegation on their tour of the School of Medicine, University of Tokyo.

To this, the Japanese personnel weren’t surprised. Such things would compel anyone to act in this way.

No one would abandon official activities over minor health issues; it was their duty.

The Huaxia delegation members naturally made no remarks. Some even hoped for mishaps on the Japanese side, which would embarrass them. So, no one stood up to say anything, nor did anyone consider helping with treatment—until Luo Ziling spoke.

“Sir,” Luo Ziling, who had been observing the old man’s condition, approached him after understanding the situation and said with concern, “You are unwell, and persisting like this could cause trouble.”

Lin Lan, who was with Luo Ziling, immediately translated his words for the man.

In the vice-principal’s confusion, Luo Ziling continued, “If you’re willing, I can treat you, ensuring you remain energetic throughout the morning. Rest well in the afternoon, and your symptoms will be alleviated.”

After Lin Lan translated Luo Ziling’s words, the old man was shocked at the sight of the unexpectedly young Luo Ziling: “Who are you?”

“I’m Luo Ziling, the one who upset Ishihara Naka and angered several Japanese officials yesterday,” Luo Ziling replied.

Many were shocked by Luo Ziling’s words, but Lin Lan translated them to the other party without showing any surprise.

Now, those meeting Luo Ziling for the first time knew who he was.

Yesterday, Luo Ziling had contradicted officials from the Ministry of Health, Labour and Welfare at the airport, so much so that many were too upset to eat at the dinner, and he completely subdued the renowned Ishihara Naka—an incident known to many.

The media had even reported on it.

Soon, Luo Ziling’s credentials were gathered; his medical skills were highly proficient, having made a name for himself at a Chinese medicine conference, and he claimed to be a successor of the Taiyi Divine Needle—knowing this, the Japanese no longer regarded him as insignificant.

Upon hearing Luo Ziling volunteer to treat the old man, the Japanese traditional medicine practitioners who had just treated him widened their eyes. They knew someone in the Huaxia delegation claimed to be a successor of the Taiyi Divine Needle, and those who hadn’t seen Luo Ziling didn’t expect the successor to be so young. Skeptical, yet curious, they wanted to witness it themselves.

Immediately, someone chimed in, “Do you intend to use the Taiyi Divine Needle for treatment?”

“If I treat someone, the method depends on my examination,” Luo Ziling replied assertively.

The questioner was at a loss for words, their expression unpleasant.

Luo Ziling kept his eyes on the old man, waiting for his decision.

The old man, holding the vice-principal position, saw his colleagues looking at him strangely and, after some thought, agreed.

Thus, the scheduled meeting upon arriving at the school turned into a treatment session by Luo Ziling for the reception vice-principal.

No one expected such a plot twist, including delegation leader Hu Wenjun.

Hu Wenjun had never truly witnessed Luo Ziling’s medical skills, only hearing of his feats.

He wanted to stop it, fearing Luo Ziling’s mishap or embarrassment would be very shameful, but couldn’t say it outright.

Knowing Luo Ziling was well-connected with Wu Mingyun, who was the principal at Luo Ziling’s school, Hu Wenjun quietly expressed his concerns to Wu Mingyun, asking him to persuade Luo Ziling to be more restrained and not give the Japanese any reason to ridicule.

But Wu Mingyun was unfazed, “It’s a minor issue, surely won’t disappoint us, and may even impress the Japanese.”

Hu Wenjun could only sigh and drop the matter.

In the meeting room prepared for the conference, the old man suggested Luo Ziling treat him there, conveniently allowing others to learn the treatment method.

Luo Ziling, of course, did not refuse. He was willing to treat the old man to showcase his superb medical skills, broadening the Japanese’s perspective.

Luo Ziling carried his medical tools with him, and when the staff prepared a couch and necessary equipment, he began preparing instruments and disinfected his needles again.

Just as he was ready and turned to approach the old man sitting on the couch ready for treatment, he was surprised to see several cameras pointed at him. The cameras were surely not there to capture the old man’s humble appearance but to record the treatment process.

Noticing a reporter standing by, speaking into the camera in a language he didn’t understand, Luo Ziling suspected it might even be broadcast live.

The Japanese were indeed efficient; not even a few minutes after he started preparing the instruments, everything was set up, including the media.

But Luo Ziling was not afraid at all. Carrying his prepared tools, he sat down on a chair and smiled at the old man, “Vice-Principal, are you ready? If so, I’ll proceed with the most classic traditional Huaxia treatment method—acupuncture—for you.”

“I’m ready,” the old man nodded, and as Luo Ziling instructed, lay down by the temporary couch.

Luo Ziling disinfected the old man and, with various onlookers’ eyes upon him, and under close-up shots from the cameras, inserted the first needle into the Tianzhu Acupoint on the old man’s head.