Everyone present was an old hand, and upon witnessing this astonishing scene, they all kept quiet, fearing they might attract this young man's attention.
Song Xiaodong blew his breath onto Zhao Dinghang's face, turned his head to the room full of acupuncture experts, and said, "You're all acupuncture experts. Look at Mr. Zhao, if you can't treat paralysis and numbness, what are you if not quacks?"
"You! It's just some simple acupoint Kung Fu. I can treat myself, but you deliberately harmed me, I will report you to the police!" Zhao Dinghang finished speaking, pulled Song Xiaodong's silver needle from his shoulder blade, and threw it onto the table.
"Isn't it an acupuncture seminar exchange? Medical students even experiment on themselves. Mr. Zhao, as an acupuncture expert, don't you have the courage and awareness to sacrifice yourself for medicine?" Song Xiaodong deliberately provoked Zhao Dinghang with his words.
