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

"Haha, this Yamamoto Ichiro is still under the boss's control!"

"Yeah, why pick someone so evil? Why pick Boss Lin, that sinister guy? He'll be in trouble next!"

"This Yamamoto Ichiro is really a talent!"

Below the stage, Yang Siqi and Xu Ming were sitting in their seats, watching Yamamoto Ichiro on the stage being tortured by Lin Han and screaming in laughter, and they couldn't help but laugh.

"Ahhhh..."

Ichiro Yamamoto screamed continuously, and his slightly embarrassing and painful cries echoed throughout the hall.

"Haha, little bastard, you're too young to fight me. Let me teach you a lesson first!" Lin Han chuckled inwardly, but outwardly maintained the composure and focus of a physician. The silver needle in his hand seemed to be imbued with life. Every precise thrust, twist, and lift seemed to weave an invisible web, reorganizing Yamamoto Ichiro's internal energy and blood, guiding their smooth flow.

As time passed, Yamamoto Ichiro's screams gradually subsided, replaced by an indescribable sense of comfort. He was surprised to find that the discomfort in his waist seemed to have eased, and the dull ache was slowly disappearing. Even more shocking was that as his qi and blood flowed more freely, his spirits seemed to become more full, and even his breathing became deep and powerful.

Seeing this, Lin Han couldn't help but raise a playful smile at the corner of his mouth.

Then, he gently pulled out the silver needle and said to Yamamoto Ichiro, "Mr. Yamamoto, how do you feel?"

Yamamoto Ichiro was stunned for a moment, then slowly opened his eyes. He was surprised to find that he had an unprecedented respect for Lin Han's medical skills. He tried to straighten his back, and sure enough, the long-lost sense of relief made him sigh in relief. "This... How is this possible..." He muttered to himself, his eyes full of disbelief.

"Mr. Ichiro Yamamoto, do you feel that your waist is no longer painful, your legs are no longer weak, and you feel strong all over?" Lin Han asked with a smile.

Looking at Lin Han's half-smile, Yamamoto Ichiro couldn't help cursing in his heart: "Damn it, you kid from Xia Country named Lin, you are deliberately taking this opportunity to humiliate me!" But on second thought, he did feel the changes in his body, and this change was real and he could not deny it.

However, he didn't want to admit defeat just like that. After all, if he lost, he would have to kowtow and admit his mistake in front of everyone present, the representatives of traditional Chinese medicine whom he hated the most!

If I admit defeat, will I still have the face to return to the Sakura Country?

Won’t you be laughed at by your colleagues across the country when you go back?

Thinking of this, Yamamoto Ichiro's eyes instantly turned sinister. He took a deep breath, forcibly suppressing the resentment and anger in his heart, and a cold smile curled his lips. "Mr. Lin, you do have some tricks, but this does not prove that your Chinese medicine is absolutely correct. Perhaps this is only a temporary relief, not a cure. Moreover, the kidney deficiency you mentioned is just your one-sided statement. I have not conducted any scientific tests."

Lin Han smiled calmly upon hearing this, as if he had already expected Yamamoto Ichiro to say this. "Mr. Yamamoto Ichiro, what's the matter? Are you planning to renege on your debt? Are you planning to be stubborn and stubborn?"

"Hey! Everyone, look, this Mr. Yamamoto Ichiro is really an 'ungrateful person'. I adhered to the generosity and benevolence of traditional Chinese medicine and cured him patiently, but he turned his back on me after he recovered and even insisted that this was just a 'temporary relief'. It was really ridiculous." Lin Han deliberately raised his voice so that everyone in the audience could hear his words clearly. His words were full of sarcasm towards Yamamoto Ichiro's behavior.

"Ichiro Yamamoto, are the people in your country of Sakura so poor in character?"

"Mr. Lin patiently cured your illness, and you're just being rude and refusing to admit defeat?"

"So this is the character of you Sakura Country people? You don't dare admit defeat, but continue to act stubbornly!"

Suddenly, a noisy discussion broke out in the audience, and everyone expressed their dissatisfaction and contempt for Yamamoto Ichiro's behavior. Yamamoto Ichiro's face became even uglier. He didn't expect that his rebuttal not only failed to win sympathy, but instead aroused greater disgust.

"Mr. Lin, you keep saying that you cured me, but I suspect that you only made me feel better temporarily. Who knows, the condition might rebound and return to its original state. So based on this point alone, I cannot admit that your Chinese medicine is better than the medicine in our Sakura Country." Yamamoto Ichiro argued speciously, trying to save face.

"Oh? Then what do you want to express, Mr. Ichiro Yamamoto?" Lin Han asked calmly.

"Hmph, it's very simple. Find a few patients with damaged neurons and treat them. As long as you can cure them on the spot, I will be convinced!"

Upon hearing this, Lin Han's eyes flashed with a hint of amusement, as if he had already seen through Yamamoto Ichiro's intentions. He shook his head slightly, a faint smile curled up at the corner of his mouth, and slowly said, "Mr. Yamamoto Ichiro, it seems that you are still determined to do this. Very good... In that case, then I will do as you say. If you try to cheat again, you should know my methods!

By the way, the punishment will be slightly changed. If I win, you will kneel down and kowtow, saying that Chinese medicine is better than doctors from Sakura Country, and you have to kowtow from here all the way out!

If I lose, you can punish me however you want!

As soon as these words were spoken, the entire hall fell silent, and even the air seemed to freeze. Everyone's eyes were focused on Lin Han and Yamamoto Ichiro. This sudden bet undoubtedly pushed the contest between the two to a climax.

Yamamoto Ichiro's expression shifted from gloomy to gloomy. He hadn't expected Lin Han to accept his challenge so directly and forcefully. Neuronal damage has always been a difficult problem in the medical field, and even the most advanced technology often struggles to fully restore a patient's neurological function. He had originally intended to use this near-impossible task to provoke Lin Han, but he hadn't expected him to accept it so confidently.

"Hmph, okay! Mr. Lin, this is what you said, don't regret it when the time comes!" Yamamoto Ichiro sneered, his eyes flashing with determination and provocation. He seemed to have seen Lin Han making a fool of himself in front of everyone, and was secretly proud of himself.

Lin Han smiled faintly, a smile that expressed both composure in the face of challenge and confidence in the profoundness of Traditional Chinese Medicine. "Mr. Yamamoto Ichiro, Traditional Chinese Medicine is profound and extensive, with a long and rich history. It's beyond your comprehension. Today, I will let you witness the miracles of Traditional Chinese Medicine with your own eyes."

After saying that, Lin Han turned around and looked at the people in the audience, his eyes revealing an indescribable majesty and confidence.

Soon, several staff members brought several patients who had difficulty moving due to neuronal damage into the lobby. Their faces were filled with helplessness towards life and desire for recovery.