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

"Enough! Mr. Yamamoto Ichiro, how long are you going to keep deceiving yourself? You've lost!" Vice President Bruce, having recovered from Lin Han's exquisite acupuncture, sternly interrupted Yamamoto Ichiro's arguments, his voice carrying undeniable authority. "Everyone here has a keen eye. We've witnessed the wonder and greatness of Traditional Chinese Medicine. This isn't just a display of technology, it's also the power of cultural heritage. Your doubts only make you appear more ignorant and narrow-minded."

Vice President Bruce turned to Lin Han, his eyes full of admiration and respect. "Doctor Lin, your medical skills have deeply impressed me. The profoundness of Traditional Chinese Medicine has been perfectly demonstrated in your hands. Not only have you cured patients, but you have also shown the world the infinite possibilities of Traditional Chinese Medicine."

Lin Han bowed slightly and responded modestly, "Vice President Bruce, you're too kind. I'm simply doing my best to bring hope and health to patients. Traditional Chinese Medicine has survived for millennia because it contains profound wisdom and experience, which is worthy of our inheritance and promotion."

"...I...I..." Facing the dual pressure from Vice President Bruce and Lin Han, Yamamoto Ichiro hesitated for a long time, unable to utter a single word of rebuttal. His eyes wandered before the crowd, finally settling on the floor, as if there was an invisible magnet there, drawing him to make a difficult decision.

"I... I give up." Yamamoto Ichiro's voice was low and heavy, and every word seemed to be squeezed out from between his teeth.

"Haha, since you admit defeat, then start your show!" Lin Han sneered and pointed to the gate outside. "Kneel down and kowtow to get out from here. Oh, and don't forget to say that the Chinese medicine doctors in Xia Country are better than those in Sakura Country!"

"Mr. Lin, please leave some space for us so we can meet again in the future!"

"NO... I have nothing to do with you. Sorry!"

Although Lin Han's words were cold, each word was clear and echoed in the venue, instantly dropping the atmosphere to freezing point.

【From Yamamoto Ichiro's resentment value +】

"You..." Yamamoto Ichiro's face turned pale with anger. He had never imagined he would be reduced to such a state, especially being asked to perform such a humiliating act in front of so many people at an international medical exchange conference. The surrounding gazes were like thorns in his back, and every glance seemed to silently mock his failure and arrogance.

"Mr. Lin, I will remember you!" Yamamoto Ichiro said, glaring at Lin Han fiercely, and then fell to his knees with a plop. "The Chinese medicine doctors in Xia Country are better than those in Sakura Country!" These words were squeezed out of Yamamoto Ichiro's mouth with difficulty every time he kowtowed.

"Haha...wasn't Ichiro Yamamoto so cocky just now? Why is he crawling like a ghost now?"

"Yeah, it really is a changing of the guard. He used to act so high and mighty, but now there's finally someone who can handle him."

The people around began to whisper, mixed with ridicule and disdain.

"Bakayarō, you damned Xia country kid, remember this, I will chop you into pieces!" Though Yamamoto Ichiro was furious, he had no choice but to continue to fulfill his humiliating promise. Every kowtow was like the sound of his self-esteem being shattered, echoing throughout the empty venue and leaving a deep mark on his heart.

"Junior, no... I should call you Master Lin. Did you just perform the legendary and lost 'Xuanhuang Needle Technique'?" At this moment, Mr. Li walked up to Lin Han with an excited look on his face, completely ignoring Yamamoto Ichiro who was passing by and kowtowing to apologize.

"Mr. Li, this is just a simple acupuncture technique. It can't be the 'Xuanhuang Needle Technique,' right?" Lin Han shook his head modestly, but secretly admired in his heart: This old man really has some vision. There are so many acupuncture techniques inherited from the Medical Saint in my mind, and this 'Xuanhuang Nine Needles' is a lower-level acupuncture technique among them!

"Master Lin, you are too modest. Although I am old, I was fortunate enough to witness the records of the 'Xuanhuang Needle Method' in ancient books when I was young. Its exquisiteness coincides with the rhythm and strength you displayed when you gave the acupuncture just now. It is definitely not something that ordinary people can master. Perhaps, this is just the tip of the iceberg of your vast medical skills, but it is enough to amaze the world." There was an eager light in Mr. Li's eyes, as if he had found a long-lost treasure.

"Excuse me, Master Lin, where did you learn this acupuncture technique? I'm very curious!" He asked hurriedly, his tone full of desire and respect.

"Well..." Lin Han smiled slightly, a hint of mystery flashing in his eyes. "Master Li, the art of medicine is vast and profound, and it cannot be fully described in a few words. All I have learned and understood comes from the inheritance of my ancestors and my own unremitting exploration. As for this acupuncture method, perhaps it can be called a coincidence. I learned it from a long-forgotten ancient book that recorded the essence of many lost medical techniques. I am simply picking up what others have said and putting it into practice to achieve some success."

"I see! This is truly a godsend, allowing Master Lin to inherit this precious cultural heritage." Upon hearing this, Mr. Li expressed even greater admiration. He knew that in this age of information explosion, it's truly rare to find someone who can calmly delve into ancient texts. "Master Lin, you are not only a skilled doctor, but also a humble person—a true virtue of a physician. I hope to learn from you in the future."

"Mr. Lin, your medical skills are truly superb. I, John Hardison, admire you very much. It turns out that your Chinese medicine still has a unique charm and depth that is difficult for our Western medicine to achieve. Seeing you today really opened my eyes and gave me a deeper understanding and respect for Chinese medicine." At this time, John Hardison, a blond-haired, blue-eyed European medical expert in a well-tailored suit, stepped forward and expressed his admiration in fluent Chinese.

Lin Han smiled and shook hands with John, saying, "Mr. John, you're too kind. Chinese and Western medicine each have their own strengths and weaknesses, and both strive for the health and well-being of mankind. We should learn from each other and make progress together, rather than exclude each other."

"Mr. Lin, that's very well said. I completely agree with your point of view. In the hall of modern medicine, both Traditional Chinese Medicine and Western Medicine are the crystallization of human wisdom. They should go hand in hand to jointly face the challenges of disease. I have always had a strong interest in Traditional Chinese Medicine, but due to language and cultural differences, I have never been able to gain a deeper understanding of it. Today, your demonstration not only allowed me to witness the magic of Traditional Chinese Medicine, but also inspired my determination to further explore its mysteries."

"Mr. John, I am very happy to be a window for you to understand Traditional Chinese Medicine. Traditional Chinese Medicine is not only a technology for treating diseases, but also a philosophy of life. It advocates the harmonious coexistence of man and nature, and emphasizes prevention as the main approach and treatment as the auxiliary approach. I believe that with the deepening development of globalization, the exchanges and cooperation between Chinese and Western medicine will become more frequent and in-depth, and we will jointly contribute to the cause of human health." Lin Han's words were full of expectations for the future.