Starting with the Immortal Cultivation System, what can you use to fight me?

"Whether I'm talking nonsense or not, Mr. Yamamoto Ichiro knows best." Lin Han raised his lips with a faint smile, his eyes revealing a confident look. "I noticed that your face is pale, your eyes are flickering, and you occasionally cover your waist unconsciously. These are all typical symptoms of kidney deficiency. And your fierce words may be just to cover up your inner weakness and anxiety."

“What? Kidney deficiency?”

"This is what Xia Guo Chinese medicine calls it. According to our Western medicine, it is a urinary system disease."

"Little brother, do you mean..."

"That's right, it should be that..."

"Haha...it turns out Mr. Yamamoto Ichiro is not good at that!"

A burst of laughter rang out in the conference hall, a mixture of amusement and sympathy. Yamamoto Ichiro's face turned from blue to white, then from white to red, like a palette of brilliant colors. He realized that in this medical exchange, not only had he failed to successfully disparage Traditional Chinese Medicine, but he had instead become the object of ridicule.

"Enough!" Yamamoto Ichiro finally couldn't stand this humiliation anymore. He slammed the table and glared at Lin Han. "Why do you conclude that I have kidney deficiency based on your subjective assumptions? What evidence do you have? This is a serious damage to my personal reputation!"

"Hey, Mr. Ichiro Yamamoto, are you angry? Calm down. This is an exchange meeting. You have to pay attention to your words and actions!" Lin Han shook his head leisurely, with a faint smile on his lips, as if he had already expected Ichiro Yamamoto's reaction.

"As for evidence? Isn't it obvious? Of course, for a doctor, diagnosis is more than just observation, auscultation, and palpation. But since you requested evidence, I will briefly analyze it for you using Traditional Chinese Medicine." Lin Han nodded slightly, his eyes gentle but firm. "First, although your complexion appears normal, upon closer inspection, your cheeks are flushed and your forehead is slightly sweaty. This is a sign of rising internal heat, mostly due to insufficient kidney water to control the internal heat. Furthermore, when you mentioned Traditional Chinese Medicine, although your speech was fast, your breath was a little short, and you repeatedly pressed your waist unconsciously with your hands. This is where the kidneys are located, indicating that you feel discomfort in your waist, which is likely a sign of kidney deficiency."

"As for more concrete evidence, Traditional Chinese Medicine emphasizes holistic diagnosis and treatment, rather than relying solely on instrumental testing. However, if you wish, I can perform acupuncture on you on the spot, focusing on acupoints like 'Shenshu' and 'Mingmen', supplemented by 'Guanyuan' and 'Qihai', to harmonize yin and yang and replenish kidney qi. In just a few moments, you'll be able to feel subtle changes in your body."

Lin Han's words were calm and powerful, revealing his profound knowledge and confidence in traditional Chinese medicine.

Lin Han's string of remarks evoked a wave of uncertainty in Yamamoto Ichiro's expression. He had intended to respond forcefully, but Lin Han's calm and logical analysis left him speechless. The atmosphere in the meeting room once again grew tense, with everyone holding their breath, eager to see how Yamamoto Ichiro would respond, yet also curious about the truth of what Lin Han said.

"Huh, you think you can convince me with just a few words from you? The so-called 'look, listen, ask, and feel' of Chinese medicine is nothing but a trick to mystify me." Although Yamamoto Ichiro spoke tough, he could hardly conceal the panic in his eyes.

"Mr. Ichiro Yamamoto, the way of medicine is based on evidence. I am not forcing you to believe it, but I hope you can give Chinese medicine a fair evaluation with an open mind." Lin Han smiled slightly, there was no hostility in his tone, only pure love and respect for medicine.

"Okay! Since you are so confident, I will give you a chance." Yamamoto Ichiro seemed to have made up his mind. He stood up suddenly and looked directly at Lin Han. "If you can really use Chinese medicine to prove my so-called 'problem' and make me feel something, then I am willing to apologize in front of everyone for my previous inappropriate remarks about Chinese medicine. But if you can't do it, then please kneel down and kowtow to admit your mistake! And loudly admit that our Great Sakura medical skills are better than your Xia country's Chinese medicine!"

"Ichiro Yamamoto, don't go too far!" Seeing this, Yang Haibo couldn't help but scold again. The atmosphere in the conference hall instantly became tense to the extreme.

However, Lin Han just waved his hand gently, signaling Yang Haibo to be patient. His eyes remained calm and deep, as if he had seen through Yamamoto Ichiro's provocation.

"What, you don't dare?" Yamamoto Ichiro grinned, his provocation evident in his words, as if he had foreseen Lin Han's embarrassment and failure.

"Haha, why not? However, isn't it too simple for you to just apologize? Why don't you kneel down and kowtow to all of us traditional Chinese medicine representatives present here to admit your mistakes? That would be fair." Lin Han's answer added a bit of gunpowder to the already tense atmosphere.

Upon hearing this, Yamamoto Ichiro's face turned pale. He obviously didn't expect Lin Han to put forward such harsh conditions, but the words had already been spoken, and it was difficult to back down. He could only bite the bullet and agree: "Okay! I'll do as you say!"

Lin Han smiled faintly, a smile that expressed both confidence in his medical skills and a nonchalant response to Yamamoto Ichiro's provocation. He slowly walked to the center of the venue, signaling the staff to prepare silver needles and other Chinese medicine instruments. The entire room fell silent, all eyes focused on him, hoping for a convincing outcome in this contest between Chinese and Western medicine.

Lin Han first sterilized the needles thoroughly, then walked over to Yamamoto Ichiro, his expression focused and serious. He didn't rush to insert the needles, but instead spoke softly to Yamamoto Ichiro, "Mr. Yamamoto, please relax. You may feel some slight sensations during the treatment, but please be assured that this is all for your health."

Although Yamamoto Ichiro still felt unwilling and doubtful, he had to suppress his emotions and try his best to cooperate with Lin Han in this situation. He took a deep breath and tried to relax his body.

"The show is about to begin!" Lin Han saw this, a cold smile curling his lips, and then he began his exquisite acupuncture technique. He first took out several slender silver needles and skillfully pierced Yamamoto Ichiro's "Shenshu" acupoint. Then Yamamoto Ichiro screamed in pain...

what--!

"Baga, why does it hurt so much? Didn't you say it was just a slight sensation?" Yamamoto Ichiro almost jumped up in pain, his face twisted in agony, beads of sweat instantly oozing out of his forehead. He glared at Lin Han, as if he wanted to pierce through him with his eyes.

Lin Han remained unmoved. A subtle smugness flashed across his eyes as he pretended to explain seriously, "Oh, Mr. Yamamoto Ichiro, as the saying goes, if the meridians are unobstructed, there is no pain, and if there is pain, there is blockage. This indicates that your meridians are indeed somewhat blocked. But don't worry, this is a sign that acupuncture is working. Next, I will use more refined techniques to guide the circulation of Qi and blood and relieve your discomfort."