The Contest (1)

Two days have passed, and Mr. Mengfei has not returned.

Su Ziyang accompanied Fairy Li on a shopping spree, eating and shopping.

And once you step out onto the street, it's all about shopping!

On the third day, Teacher Yi couldn't hold back any longer and called Su Ziyang.

"Do you even keep your word? Do you dare show your face?"

"I'm already at Lake N..."

"OK..."

Teacher Yi rattled off a location, but it wasn't in this city; it was in the next city.

I called Mr. Mengfei. Mr. Mengfei to report this, and he just told me to be careful and then hung up.

Su Ziyang originally intended to go alone, but Fairy Li insisted on coming along because she was worried about him. Su Ziyang couldn't refuse, so the two packed their things and set off.

When Su Ziyang met Teacher Yi, he never expected that Teacher Yi would actually be a little old man...

Based on Teacher Yi's incident of cursing at him, Su Ziyang had always thought that only a hot-blooded young man could do something like that.

Moreover, Teacher Yi had a very strong accent, and Su Ziyang always felt that Teacher Yi was about the same age as him.

Teacher Yi was clearly surprised to see that Su Ziyang was so young; he hadn't expected Su Ziyang to be such a young man.

Actually, Su Ziyang had never understood why Teacher Yi would take this ridiculous WeChat group so seriously, but after seeing Teacher Yi's age, Su Ziyang suddenly understood.

The thinking of middle-aged and elderly people is somewhat different from that of young people.

Su Ziyang had experience with this. He remembered that when Su Ziyang was at home before, Su Ziyang mother joined a WeChat group similar to a singing group, where a group of middle-aged and elderly women sang together.

However, there are fights, arguments, and insults almost every day, and the group will also change hands. In short, these people take the group chat very seriously, as if it were a part of their lives.

"Are you Su Ziyang?" Teacher Yi asked in broken Mandarin.

"Um. I am. You are Zhang Rongyi?"

Su Ziyang looked at the old man who was half a head shorter than him and asked.

"That's me," Zhang Rongyi said.

Zhang Rongyi wasn't lying to Su Ziyang; he did indeed run a clinic, but it was deserted and hardly anyone came.

Su Ziyang and Zhang Rongyi met at his clinic.

"Susu, be careful. Look at his hands, they look like he's practiced Iron Sand Palm. Be careful he doesn't suddenly hit you."

The training method for Iron Sand Palm is quite unique. It requires using iron sand processed with medicinal substances for training. After training, the hands are washed with a medicinal solution, so that the hands show almost no change and look no different from ordinary people. However, once it strikes someone, it can directly damage their internal organs...

However, no martial art can be said to be completely without training. Su Ziyang looked at Zhang Rongyi's hands and indeed found some clues.

Zhang Rongyi has a dark complexion, but his hands are lighter than his skin. Most importantly, Su Ziyang noticed that the tips of his fingers and the backs of his hands gleamed with a metallic sheen, a hallmark of Iron Sand Palm.

When Su Ziyang was practicing the Golden Bell Shield and Iron Cloth Shirt techniques, Master Jin told Su Ziyang that if he ever encountered someone who had mastered Iron Sand Palm to that level, he should avoid them.

"Let's not beat around the bush. You tricked me into coming here, and now I'm here. This is your little territory, so tell me how you want to compete!"

Su Ziyang didn't bother with anything else and spoke his mind directly.

Zhang Rongyi smiled and said, "Alright! Everyone says Northeast China are generous and forthright, but this is the first time I've seen this! Let's make a bet: from now until dark, you treat one patient, I treat one. I'll use my Bagua Image-Number Therapy, and you can do whatever you want!"

"OK."

Su Ziyang nodded, took Fairy Li's hand, and sat down on the chair next to her.

Zhang Rongyi remained silent and sat down next to his own consultation table.

The two had only been sitting for about five minutes when a patient actually arrived.

The patient entered the room frowning and clutching his stomach, as if he had a stomachache.

"You go first? Or me?"

Zhang Rongyi exchanged a few polite words.

Su Ziyang wanted a quick resolution and had no intention of being modest. He patted Fairy Li's Little Hand to reassure Fairy Li and then stood up from his seat.

"Let me go first! Do you have a needle?"

Zhang Rongyi remained silent and took out a box of disposable acupuncture needles from the cabinet.

Use it freely!

Su Ziyang was too lazy to use pulse diagnosis, so he directly observed the person and found that there was a slight bluish-purple tinge on the bridge of the nose and cheeks, which must be due to abdominal pain caused by cold.

"Stomach ache? Diarrhea! You caught a chill!"

After Su Ziyang finished speaking, the patient nodded. Su Ziyang selected the Zusanli acupoint and inserted the needle directly, using the "Burning Mountain Fire" technique.

The Burning Mountain Fire involves advancing and retreating three times, a supplementary method involving slow lifting and firm pressing, while Su Ziyang instructs the person to coordinate their breathing.

"My stomach feels warm now! The pain is gone."

About five minutes after the needle was inserted, the patient's brow relaxed.

"Okay, don't eat raw, cold, or greasy food when you get back."

Acupuncture is one of the fastest-acting treatment methods.

After removing the needle, Su Ziyang waved to Zhang Rongyi, indicating that he was done.

Zhang Rongyi was also quite surprised. He didn't quite understand how this young man, who looked to be just over twenty, could so easily create Burning Mountain Fire.

The acupoints are precisely located, and the effects are immediate.

Zhang Rongyi nodded without saying anything.

Su Ziyang smiled and sat back down in his seat. Fairy Li secretly gave Su Ziyang a thumbs up.

It's quite a coincidence, as if God was playing a joke on us.

The second person to enter was also suffering from abdominal pain. After observing for a moment, Su Ziyang noticed that both of them had slightly bluish-purple complexions, clearly signs of being chilled.

It seemed as if the patients who came here knew that Zhang Rongyi could use the Bagua Image-Number Therapy. Zhang Rongyi said he would give each patient a number. The patient readily agreed.

However, Zhang Rongyi didn't let the patient read it aloud. Instead, he took out a small piece of white paper from the table, then took out a red pen and wrote the number 380 on the paper.

Su Ziyang had read the study materials on the Eight Trigrams and their symbolism, and knew what it meant. 3 was the Li Trigram, which represents fire, and 8 was the Kun Trigram, which represents earth. Fire generates earth and warms earth, which also means dispelling cold.

Zhang Rongyi pasted the piece of paper with numbers written on it onto the visitor's Guanyuan acupoint.

Something happened that left Su Ziyang and Fairy Li somewhat bewildered.

After about five minutes, the person's stomach pain subsided.

After the man left, Zhang Rongyi looked at Su Ziyang with extreme smugness. "How about that? Still saying my treatment doesn't work?"

Su Ziyang didn't speak, but Zhang Rongyi's expression was the same as Zhang Rongyi's expression when he looked at Su Ziyang earlier.

The two have now switched roles.

Su Ziyang couldn't see anything amiss, but Fairy Li frowned slightly.

This can be considered the first stage of the competition, or it can be considered a draw.