Top-class Bodyguard

Chapter 775 - 753: Traditional Chinese Medicine Must Not Lose

Meanwhile, the doctor in the emergency room finally came out.

"Doctor, how is Mr. Hao's condition?"

"He is out of life-threatening danger, but still in a coma."

After speaking, someone pushed Mr. Hao out and took him directly to the ward.

Ren Feng, Liou Rumei, and a few others followed over.

In the ward, Liao Yuan and others looked at Mr. Hao in silence, not speaking a word.

"Mr. Liao, the competition is about to start. What should we do next?" a member of the Chinese medicine team asked.

"Without Mr. Hao, we're in danger for this competition."

Their emotions were somewhat downcast.

"Why not, we give up this competition."

Liao Yuan looked at Hao Baishan, who was lying on the bed with a calm and steady face. He suddenly spoke in a deep voice, "No! We, as practitioners of Chinese medicine, must not lose. Baishan has a proud nature. When South Korea previously changed the rules, he didn't say anything. That's because he has an inherent bottom line: we, as practitioners of Chinese medicine, must not lose."

Everyone looked at Liao Yuan, and he raised his head, gazing around at them, "Moreover, should we lose to such a petty country? Can you swallow this? Sorry, I cannot. We must compete in this match, even without Mr. Hao. We, as practitioners of Chinese medicine, must not lose!"

"Yes, we must not lose as practitioners of Chinese medicine!"

The other Chinese medicine representatives also ignited that persistent flame within their hearts, as they came here for these few words: we must not lose as practitioners of Chinese medicine!

"Then let's head out now."

"Alright!"

Liao Yuan glanced at the still-comatose Hao Baishan, then turned and walked out.

Meanwhile, Bai Ge, Mr. Chen, and others came out of the room.

"Do you have any evidence for this matter?"

Mr. Chen's expression was somewhat serious, "I know you acted in self-defense, but in the current situation, you need iron-clad evidence. Otherwise, those Koreans have already made up their minds and will not pay attention to us!"

Bai Ge opened his mouth, shook his head, "No evidence."

"This is difficult, then," Mr. Chen adjusted his glasses.

At this moment, Liao Yuan and the others walked over.

"We're going to the competition."

Bai Ge turned his head and saw that all the Chinese medicine representatives had a determined expression on their faces, as if they were warriors going to the battlefield for certain beliefs in ancient times.

"I will go with you."

Bai Ge looked at Mr. Chen, and Mr. Chen nodded, "You go ahead to the competition, I will contact the domestic media to see if turning the public opinion around can be accomplished."

Bai Ge and the others nodded, then left with the Chinese medicine delegation.

As soon as they walked out, they saw countless Koreans surrounding the hospital.

"That's them!"

Someone shouted.

"Beat them to death!"

The Koreans shouted, and in the next second, countless Koreans began throwing things at them.

Bai Ge and several Dragon Team members protected them and blocked the objects, but even so, some things still hit those practicing Chinese medicine.

Liao Yuan was also hit. His eyes showed anger, but his expression became even more determined.

At this moment, a group of Korean police officers also came over.

"I need to take you to the police station for investigation."

"Sorry, we're going to the competition," Liao Yuan refused.

Bai Ge spoke from the side, "After we finish the competition, we will cooperate with your investigation."

The police officer frowned as he watched them get into the car and immediately ordered, "Everyone follow them, wherever they go, we go!"

In the venue, the competition had already begun. Cui Junxian held the microphone, speaking loudly, "It seems the Huaxia Chinese medicine delegation doesn't dare to come and compete? Indeed, these devils, these shames, have no right to challenge our Korean medicine!"

In the arena, the emotions of those Koreans were completely stirred, roaring loudly along with Cui Junxian's words.

"Everyone knows, those damn Huaxia people dared to beat our Korean youth like that. What qualifications do they have to stand on this competition stage and challenge our Korean medicine?"

The Huaxia audience on the stands was infuriated, and many more Huaxia citizens watching via live broadcast were angry enough to want to smash their computers.

"What qualifications does a host have to judge us?"

"Damn! I'm disgusted just seeing this host right now."

At that moment, a voice rang out, "It's not up to you whether we have qualifications or not."

Liao Yuan brought the Chinese medicine delegation over.

"Go get them! Beat these guys!"

Huaxia citizens were all cheering them on.

Cui Junxian looked at Liao Yuan and the others with a sneer and said, "Alright, in that case, let our South Korean divine doctor defeat and crush you again!"

...

In the ward, Ren Feng, Liou Rumei, and Liang Keqing were sitting on the side.

"Feng, will he be alright?"

Ren Feng reached out to check Hao Baishan's pulse and said, "His functions are a bit weak, I will treat him."

After saying that, Ren Feng took out his silver needles.

The acupuncture skills taught by the old man were mostly exquisite, and his medical skills were no worse than those famous physicians in Huaxia Country. Plus, Ren Feng felt that the old man's path in medical skills was somewhat different from these so-called Chinese medicine prescriptions.

He pinched the silver needle, and after sterilizing it, infused True Qi into it, making it hum and vibrate. With that, Ren Feng swiftly inserted the needles!

The needle speed was extremely fast, a total of thirteen needles were inserted into Hao Baishan's thirteen acupuncture points.

...

In the venue, the competition had already started, yet, to the Huaxia citizens' anticipation, the Chinese medicine team lost three matches in a row.

"In this round, our Korean divine doctor Sheng Quangong wins again!"

Cui Junxian loudly announced!

"What's happening, why did the Chinese medicine team lose again?"

"Yeah, what's going on with the Chinese medicine delegation?"

"Hurry up and bring Mr. Hao out!"

...

The thirteen needles were inserted into Hao Baishan's acupuncture points, and in just a brief moment, Hao Baishan's complexion turned slightly rosy, then he coughed softly.

"He's awake."

Liang Keqing said excitedly, and next to him, Liou Rumei also breathed a sigh of relief.

Ren Feng was about to speak when Hao Baishan looked at the needles inserted in his body, and in a weak voice, expressed his surprise, "This, is this the Ghost Gate Thirteen Needles?"