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

"Interesting..." Lin Han secretly expanded his spiritual sense and carefully examined the conditions of these patients.

"Young man, can you really cure my old illness? I haven't walked for many years." At this time, a white-haired old man asked tremblingly with a faint but eager light in his eyes.

"Little doctor, can you really help me recover? I want to hug my grandson again and hear him call me grandma." Next to her, an old lady with a kind but sad face tightly grasped the armrests of the wheelchair with trembling hands, tears in her eyes.

"And me, little brother. I haven't been able to hold anything steadily with my hands since the accident. I even need help to eat." A middle-aged man, his eyes full of despair and unwillingness, his hands hanging limply on both sides of the wheelchair, as if carrying the unbearable weight of life.

Faced with the eager expectations of these patients, Lin Han's eyes became more determined and gentle.

He slowly walked up to them and said softly but powerfully, "Please believe in me, and believe in the power of traditional Chinese medicine. Today, we are here to witness a miracle together."

"Hahaha, Mr. Lin, I want to see how you can help these people who have been paralyzed for many years stand up again. Don't embarrass yourself, otherwise you will become a laughing stock in the entire Chinese medicine community." Yamamoto Ichiro sneered at the side, trying to shake Lin Han's determination with words, and at the same time wanted to take this opportunity to further damage the reputation of Chinese medicine.

However, Lin Han was not moved by his words. He just smiled faintly, as if he was confident. He turned and nodded to the staff, indicating that they were ready to start.

Then, he walked lightly to the first old man, carefully observed the old man's complexion and tongue coating, and gently pressed the old man's leg muscles. He already had a plan in mind.

"Old man, relax. Next, I will use Chinese medicine's acupuncture and massage to help you recover." Lin Han's voice was gentle and powerful, like a warm current flowing into the old man's heart, making his originally nervous expression gradually relax.

"Young man, thank you for your help!" The old man smiled and nodded, with trust and expectation in his eyes.

"It's okay, old man... It's not a big deal," Lin Han said with a smile, and then silently chanted in his heart, "Nine-bend Soul-Restoring Needle, out!"

In the blink of an eye, the Nine-Bend Soul-Returning Needle quietly appeared in his hand. At the same time, without anyone noticing, he transformed the Nine-Bend Soul-Returning Needle into several silver needles. His technique was so fast that it was astonishing.

Lin Han twisted his fingers lightly, and the silver needle accurately penetrated the key acupuncture point on the old man's leg.

As the needle slowly penetrated deeper, the noisy chatter in the hall gradually died down, replaced by a tense and expectant atmosphere. Everyone's eyes followed Lin Han's movements closely, as if afraid to miss any detail.

"This... acupuncture method... seems a little familiar?" Under the stage, Mr. Li's eyes focused slightly, his brows slightly furrowed, and he pondered in his heart.

As Lin Han's technique deepened, the old man's expression began to change, from initial nervousness to relaxation, even revealing a hint of surprise. He felt a warm current flowing from the acupuncture points on his legs, slowly flowing along the meridians. This feeling, which he hadn't felt in years, made him so excited that he almost cried.

"I feel it! I feel it!" the old man said in a trembling voice, his eyes red.

Lin Han remained silent, concentrating on his treatment. His hands seemed to possess magical powers, sometimes gently twisting the silver needles, sometimes using his fingers as a comb, massaging the muscles and meridians of the old man's legs.

As time ticked by, the atmosphere in the hall grew increasingly tense and filled with anticipation. Everyone seemed to breathe more slowly, fearing they would disrupt the healing process that was about to witness a miracle.

Lin Han's eyes grew deeper, as if he could see into the mysteries of the human body. The silver needle in his hand, under his control, seemed to become a bridge connecting life and health. Every subtle twist, lift, and insertion precisely stimulated the old man's long-dormant nerves and blood.

Gradually, the old man's legs began to tremble slightly, a long-lost feeling of strength coming from deep within his muscles. He tried to lift his legs, but years of paralysis had almost forgotten how to control them. However, with Lin Han's encouragement, he mustered his courage and exerted all his strength. Finally, his legs slowly but firmly lifted off the wheelchair!

"I... I can stand up!" The old man's voice trembled with excitement, and the tears in his eyes could no longer be held back. He held Lin Han's hand tightly, as if it was the most important support in his life.

This scene shocked everyone present. They couldn't believe that this seemingly ordinary young man could actually use the acupuncture and massage techniques of traditional Chinese medicine to make an elderly man who had been paralyzed for many years stand up again!

"It's amazing! Chinese medicine is truly amazing!"

"Mr. Lin, you are truly a miracle doctor!"

"Traditional Chinese medicine is amazing! It's really amazing!"

Thunderous applause and cheers broke out from the audience, and people cast glances of admiration and gratitude at Lin Han.

Yamamoto Ichiro's face turned pale and blue, his eyes wide open, watching the scene in disbelief. He had never imagined that Chinese medicine could actually create such a miracle, allowing an old man who had been paralyzed for many years to stand up again.

"This... this is impossible!" Yamamoto Ichiro muttered to himself, his voice filled with resentment and shock. He clenched his fists, his nails almost digging into his palms, but he still couldn't calm the shock and anger in his heart.

However, the facts were before him, and he couldn't help but believe it. The old man's face was filled with the joy of rebirth, and his steady steps, though still a little unsteady, were enough to prove everything. Lin Han gently patted the old man's shoulder and gave him an encouraging smile, then turned to look at Yamamoto Ichiro, his eyes full of provocation and confidence.

"Mr. Ichiro Yamamoto, do you have anything else to say now?" Lin Han's voice was not loud, but it was clearly heard throughout the lobby. Every word was like a heavy hammer, hitting Ichiro Yamamoto's heart.

"It's nothing to cure just one person. Aren't there still patients?" Yamamoto Ichiro said stubbornly. Although he was panicking inside, he still refused to give in.

Hearing this, Lin Han's lips curled up into a faint smile, a smile that expressed both his frustration with Yamamoto Ichiro's stubbornness and his confidence in what was about to happen. He didn't immediately refute, but gently turned and walked towards the next patient - the old lady who longed to hold her grandson again.

"Old man, it's your turn next." Lin Han's voice was gentle and firm, as if it could penetrate the haze in people's hearts.