In letters, there was no first place; in martial arts, no second; in the Medical Dao, no high or low.
All were ways of treating illness and saving lives-the Yang-Raising Method, Poison-Exchanging Method, acupuncture, medicinal herbs, myriad insects, and more. How could one rank them?
It came down to whose medical skills were refined, whose diagnoses were precise, and who could prescribe the right treatment and produce swift results.
Ordinarily, physicians from different traditions seldom had opportunities to compare their skills.
Even when face-to-face, few exchanged insights into the Medical Dao.
Each treasured their own worn broom.
That was more or less how things stood.
Thus, when Chen Yi proposed that they "let their skills speak," the physicians Cui Qingwu had brought hesitated.
Only Ma Liangcai and Yuan Liu'er stood behind him without hesitation, their eyes bright as they looked at the elderly men.
Whether they could win was another matter. As Chen Yi's disciple and granddisciple, they certainly could not hold him back at a time like this.
They could not lose in bearing.
Especially Yuan Liu'er.
Her progress in the Medical Dao had been considerable lately. Taking advantage of Chen Yi's compilation of a new Medical Canon, she had resolved the questions that had troubled her before as readily as a blade split bamboo.
She had already attained profound mastery within the Medical Dao's minor accomplishment realm.
To put it plainly, Yuan Liu'er's medical skills had already surpassed those of her master, Ma Liangcai.
However, most of Yuan Liu'er's usual patients were ordinary people. She had only displayed exceptional acupuncture techniques, while her use of medicines had remained unremarkable.
Ma Liangcai could not tell, but she herself knew perfectly well.
It was like when the people from Youzhou's Nine Bends Lineage had come.
After she had single-handedly overwhelmed