Supremely Talented Tyrant

Chapter 197 You grandson!

As these words were spoken, many people's faces underwent drastic changes, because many of them genuinely loved Traditional Chinese Medicine and seeing it insulted like this incensed them.

"Chen Jingcheng, don't be so full of yourself," "You can insult him all you want, but please don't insult Traditional Chinese Medicine!"

A tall and burly male student stood up, glaring at Chen Jingcheng.

His father was a practitioner of Traditional Chinese Medicine, and having seen his father cure countless patients since childhood, he held deep affection for the practice and would not allow others to trample it underfoot.

"Luo Tong, you must be wishing for death, daring to talk back at me like this?" Chen Jingcheng suddenly burst into a furious rage, staring down the tall male student.

Swish, swish, swish.

In an instant, several of his cronies also stood up, glaring at Luo Tong, ready to teach him a lesson the moment Chen Jingcheng gave the word.

Luo Tong's momentum faltered momentarily, but remembering Chen Jingcheng's insult to Traditional Chinese Medicine, he still clenched his teeth and roared, "Anyway, it's not okay for you to insult Traditional Chinese Medicine!"

"Aww, look who's tired of living! Hit him!" Chen Jingcheng ordered angrily.

In this class, no one had ever dared to defy him. Today, Luo Tong had the audacity to speak to him like this, and without a lesson, he wouldn't know that even Lord Ma had several eyes.

"Calm down, calm down," Hao Jian stepped forward to mediate with a smiling face, "We're all classmates, why resort to violence?"

"Like hell we are classmates! Who the fuck is classmates with him? Does that pauper look like he's fit to be my classmate?"

Chen Jingcheng rudely scolded Hao Jian, "Teacher, when I'm happy, I'll call you a teacher, and when I'm not, you're just an idiot. If you're smart, just shut your mouth, or I'll beat you up too!"

Upon hearing this, although Hao Jian still smiled, rage was already flickering in his eyes:

"If you dislike Traditional Chinese Medicine so much, why even stay here? Hua City doesn't lack Western medicine."

He could see that Chen Jingcheng had little respect for Traditional Chinese Medicine but couldn't understand why he would continue to study it here if he disliked it so much. Wasn't that just stupid?

"You think I like staying here? It's my stubborn old grandfather who insists on me learning Traditional Chinese Medicine, saying it's the true medical skill and that Huaxia people should study it. Damn stupid."

Chen Jingcheng muttered, clearly having issues with his grandfather's decision.

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If it weren't for the need to ask that old man for spending money regularly, he couldn't care less about him.

"It's not him who's stupid; it's you, grandson!" Hao Jian said with a pun-laden cold smile.

"You dare insult me?" Chen Jingcheng, sensing the hidden meaning in Hao Jian's words, immediately glared wide-eyed.

"Calling it an insult isn't quite right, since I'm only stating the facts. Your grandfather should have shot your father onto a wall, then he wouldn't have given birth to a bastard like you!" Hao Jian said mockingly.

"Waste him!"

Chen Jingcheng's expression turned violent as he roared. It was the first time he'd encountered such an arrogant teacher who dared to provoke him.

Those few charged straight at Hao Jian, with some even grabbing chairs to use as weapons.

"Teacher, run!"

Seeing those outright ferocious thugs charging at Hao Jian, some kind-hearted female students immediately started shouting at Hao Jian.

Hao Jian looked at the crowd with a disdainful smile and said, "Today, I will teach you all a very essential lesson in Traditional Chinese Medicine."

Everyone was stunned, thinking to themselves, "Is this teacher out of his mind? Didn't he see those people were about to hit him?"

But Hao Jian ignored their astonishment and directly took out a box of silver needles from under the lectern, smiling lightly as he said, "The name of this course is... 'Acupoint Pressing!'"

At this moment, those thugs had already charged forward, with the stools in their hands descending towards Hao Jian's head.

Suddenly, Hao Jian's hands moved like lightning, tightly holding the silver needles, and at that moment, he swiftly struck out.

"Swish, swish, swish."

In just a few seconds, all the silver needles in Hao Jian's hands had landed in the hands of the thugs, and then everyone saw them standing still like statues, frozen in their striking poses.

"Did they really get their acupoints pressed?" a girl with a baby face exclaimed in astonishment, finding it hard to believe that this was real.

Acupoint pressing — isn't that only found in martial arts novels? She thought it was all made up!

Hao Jian paid no attention to those statue-like figures, leaning on the lectern with both hands as he faced the students:

"Students, acupoint pressing does exist, but it's only found in Traditional Chinese Medicine, which foreigners don't understand. This is one of the ways Traditional Chinese Medicine surpasses Western medicine."

"Teacher, why can you press acupoints when my dad and grandpa, who have been practicing Traditional Chinese Medicine for decades, can't?" Luo Tong asked in amazement, now looking at Hao Jian with admiration.

"Because acupoint pressing is a very difficult skill to learn in Traditional Chinese Medicine, it's not like the martial arts dramas where you just poke around casually; it requires the use of silver needles as tools. The silver needles stimulate key acupoints when inserted into the body, paralyzing the muscles so that the person can't move, appearing as if they have been pressed on an acupoint.

To master this skill, most people need twenty to thirty years, and they must also be taught by a knowledgeable teacher. Your father and grandfather probably haven't met such a teacher."

"No way, teacher, you're only in your twenties this year, are you saying you began learning medicine in the womb?" a female student teased, drawing laughter from the crowd?

"Of course not, didn't I just say? It takes most people twenty to thirty years," Hao Jian gestured a scissor hand near his eye and said:

"But for someone as handsome as me, it only takes two to three years!"

"Pfft! Teacher, you're so full of yourself!"

"Teacher, even though you're narcissistic, I still think you're so handsome!"

The female students looked at Hao Jian with admiration, dazzled by his 'Acupoint Pressing' display.

At that moment, Chen Jingcheng's face had turned extremely ugly, almost livid with fear, because now he was also afraid that Hao Jian might deal with him next, and he certainly didn't want to become a statue.

Hao Jian smiled and pressed down with his hands, signaling the crowd to quiet down.

"Actually, Chen Jingcheng is right, our Traditional Chinese Medicine has declined," Hao Jian suddenly became serious, addressing the issue.

Seeing Hao Jian like this, the students also sensibly closed their mouths, no longer laughing and joking, but listening seriously to what Hao Jian had to say.

"But the decline of Traditional Chinese Medicine isn't due to the suppression by Western medicine. Our Huaxia has a history of five thousand years, and five thousand years ago we already had Shennong tasting hundreds of herbs, while those Westerners were still playing with mud. Suppress us? They are not worthy, nor do they have the qualifications," Hao Jian said with a mocking tone.