Urban Extraordinary Immortal Doctor

Chapter 415: Acupuncture for Weight Loss?

"The first place in this medical skill competition belongs to no one but me, Nangong Ming! Anyone who stands in my way will be shown no mercy!"A flash of cold light briefly appeared and then disappeared in Nangong Ming’s eyes.

The fat man who was about to receive treatment from Nangong Ming happened to catch that fleeting glint of coldness in Nangong Ming’s eyes, and couldn’t help shuddering, fearfully shrinking his head back.

The challenge was to make two fat men lose weight, without any restrictions on the methods or means. Acupuncture, massage, medication—anything that could achieve the purpose of weight loss was acceptable.

"Time’s up, you may begin!"

Acting as the host, Pavilion Master Wen Yu of the Doctor Pavilion checked the time, gave Wang Miaomiao an encouraging look, and then loudly announced the start of the ultimate showdown in the medical competition.

"If you want to lose weight, swallow this!"

Nangong Ming took out a peanut-sized black pill from his robes and said to the fat man in a deep voice.

The black pill carried a slight putrid scent that made one want to vomit. The fat man held it in his hand, sniffed it close to his nose, and almost threw up.

"What is this stuff? It smells awful..."

Making a disgusted face, the fat man was about to throw the black pill away, but when he met Nangong Ming’s cold gaze, he was stricken with terror. He laughed nervously and pulled his hand back.

"Swallow it!"

Nangong Ming’s expression darkened, and he glared at the man, speaking coldly.

As he spoke, he quietly released a whiff of his aura. The fat man was just an ordinary person; how could he withstand the pressure of Nangong Ming’s aura? Suddenly feeling as if a mountain loomed over him, his face turned pale, his legs trembled, he sweated profusely, and he nearly collapsed to the ground.

Seeing the fat man scared out of his wits, Nangong Ming snorted coldly, grabbed his chin with his left hand, and applied a bit of force until the man’s mouth opened; then he simply stuffed the pill into his mouth and withdrew his aura.

"I say... cough... cough cough... what did you just make me eat? Ough... ough..."

The pressure on the fat man’s body suddenly vanished, and he returned to normal. However, he promptly felt nauseous, realizing the foul-smelling pill he had swallowed was made of unknown substances.

Nangong Ming couldn’t be bothered with him. He closed his eyes to adjust his breath for a moment, and when he opened them again, his eyes sparkled with sharpness, and the unique aura of a martial artist burst forth from his body.

Even though Nangong Ming was only revealing the aura of a martial artist at the Profound Level’s middle stage, it still greatly shocked the thousands of guests at the conference center.

In the Secular Ancient Martial World, a martial artist with the strength of the Profound Level’s middle stage could already be considered a top master, usually an elder over the age of sixty. A thirty-year-old Profound Level middle-stage martial artist like Nangong Ming was an extremely rare existence.

A thirty-year-old at the Profound Level middle stage indicated an extraordinarily powerful backing sect. Considering the previous rumors that Nangong Ming might be a disciple of a Hidden Sect, the guests now looked at Nangong Ming with eyes full of awe.

Taking a deep breath, Nangong Ming set his sights on the fat man. Suddenly, his figure shifted rapidly as he circled around the fat man. At the same time, his palms flipped and flew, striking the fat man’s body like lightning.

Slap! Slap! Slap!ook effect, the fat man would rush to the nearby toilet and experience an intense purge.

When the fat man returned from the toilet to the chairman’s stage, it would signify the completion of Nangong Ming’s treatment.

Seeing Nangong Ming act before her to begin the fat man’s weight loss process, Wang Miaomiao did not rush or panic. After briefly communicating with the fat woman beside her, asking her to relax her mind and body, Wang Miaomiao then opened her acupuncture case and extracted five silver needles one after another.

"Is she preparing to use acupuncture for weight loss?"

As soon as Wang Miaomiao made her move, a considerable part of the audience’s attention was drawn over, but upon seeing Wang Miaomiao actually taking out an acupuncture box and pinching silver needles, those guests felt a bit disappointed.

Although acupuncture can be used for weight loss, the effects typically take time to become noticeable, and it is almost impossible to see significant results within an hour.

Moreover, compared to Nangong Ming’s exquisite and rapid palm techniques and movement techniques, the old-fashioned approach of acupuncture for weight loss seemed somewhat to fall short.

Even the disciples of Doctor Pavilion were worried for Wang Miaomiao. They had heard that Junior Sister Wang had been learning acupuncture and massage from Doctor Fang in the last two days. Did she intend to conquer the world with just a few silver needles and a set of techniques?

The disciples at Doctor Pavilion could not know that what Wang Miaomiao was learning was the "Emperor’s Ten Needles" created by Fang Bai in the past, nor could they comprehend what the "Emperor’s Ten Needles" represented or signified.

The "Emperor’s Ten Needles" was not just a marvelous set of acupuncture techniques designed by Fang Bai in the past to cure and save people, but it also encompassed a profound Martial Dao that could not only heal but also kill.

Wang Miaomiao had only learned the first five needles of the "Emperor’s Ten Needles" from Fang Bai, and her grasp of it was still merely at the surface level, far from truly comprehending and mastering it.

Otherwise, with just the first five needles of the "Emperor’s Ten Needles," Wang Miaomiao would be able to traverse the world invincibly. (PS: Please vote! Please reward! Please support in all ways!)