Chapter 1260: Not Witchcraft, It's Traditional Chinese

hills down your spine."Great Shaman!"The entire coven knelt down, bowing their heads endlessly. Dennis Ton was even overwhelmed by this endless pressure, trembling and laying on the ground.Although sh...Pan Guangfa looked at Ye Bufan, who was laughing and chatting on the stage, his expression becoming increasingly gloomy.

In his impression, this young man excelled at publicity stunts, relying on money and connections.

But the reality is completely different from what he imagined. The ability shown now has far exceeded his expectations.

In front of the computer screen, Yang Zhengdao nodded in satisfaction. This young man had never disappointed him. He reached out and picked up the phone beside him, dialing his secretary's number...

After a thunderous round of applause, the conference room fell silent again.

The reporters on site apparently weren't satisfied with that. Their aim is to promote Traditional Chinese Medicine, while the other side aims to find news material from TCM to create profits for themselves.

At this time, a black reporter stood up. This guy was tall and looked particularly strong. If it weren't for the press card hanging on his chest, one would really think he was a boxer.

This guy, already muscular and strong, had taken the front row spot. Standing up, he became even more conspicuous, immediately becoming the center of attention at the scene.

"Mr. Ye, I think what you just said is all empty talk, completely made up."

Just like Traditional Chinese Medicine, it is all imaginary and has no scientific basis. Things like the eight extraordinary meridians, acupuncture points, and Qi are all fake.

"I think this is a scam. There's no way there could be medical treatment that miraculous in the world."

His words are as hot as his physique, this is no longer a reporter's question, but a naked verbal attack.

This, however, piqued the interest of everyone present. They all turned their attention to the young man on stage with keen interest, eager to see how he would handle this storm.

Ye Bufan had been maintaining a faint smile, but after the black reporter finished speaking, his smile vanished and his expression turned gloomy.

"Sir, I think as a journalist you made a big mistake. This isn't a question; it's an attack and slander against traditional Chinese medicine. I think you should formally apologize to TCM now."

"An apology That's impossible"

That man burst into laughter and said, "Let me tell you, being a journalist isn't just about asking questions; sometimes it's also about showing people the truth."

Ye Bufan let out a cold smile. "Do you think what you just said is the truth Do you understand Traditional Chinese Medicine Have you done any research or investigation What makes you so sure to draw such a conclusion"

"I don't need to know that, I don't have the time or energy to understand how every scammer operates."

The black journalist showed no restraint, instead reveling in the effect he had created.

In fact, everyone can see that what you're saying is just something you made up out of thin air. The so-called acupoints you mentioned cannot be seen in anatomy at all, so how can people believe it

“Don't you believe in the existence of acupuncture points”

"Of course, I don't believe it at all. I know my own body very well; there's no way that could be possible."

Ye Bufan walked directly off the stage, he was not far from the black journalist, and he quickly approached him in three steps.

Now everyone was surprised, not knowing what this young man from China was going to do.

Meanwhile, cameras in the hands of other reporters and live broadcast lenses all turned towards the scene, eagerly anticipating a dramatic moment.

Only the members of the World Medical Association who have visited Huaxia have a gleam of excitement in their eyes. They know the methods of this medical immortal, and I'm afraid this ignorant fellow is going to have a bad time.

Ye Bufan stared intently at the black journalist, "Are you strong"

"Of course, my hobby is being a boxer."

The black reporter wore a smug look on his face, and didn't forget to flex his fist, which was as big as a cooking pot.

You won't be able to convince me, want to fight

"Fighting is out of the question, I'm a doctor! I just want to show you what acupuncture points are."

After Ye Bufan finished speaking, he raised his finger and tapped it lightly on the black reporter's chest. The whole thing looked effortless, even lighter than a caress.

After he pointed, the Black journalist's body froze instantly, unable to move at all. Even his two raised fists wouldn't come down.

"You... you... what did you do to me"

The pride on the black reporter's face vanished, replaced by utter terror.

For some unknown reason, he suddenly lost control of his body. He couldn't move a single finger except for speaking, which had never happened to him before in his life.

"Aren't you supposed to feel the existence of acupuncture points This is Chinese acupuncture, have you experienced it now"

"No, no, no...this is witchcraft..."

The Black reporter was overcome with fear, the situation had gone far beyond his comprehension.

The onlookers were filled with curiosity and excitement. Reporters raised their cameras and started snapping pictures incessantly. The more extraordinary something was, the more they wanted it as news material.

"I've told you before, this isn't witchcraft, it's medicine."

"Facing the reporters and audience before him, Ye Bufan said, “According to our traditional Chinese medical theory, qi and blood are a person’s source of power, just like gasoline for a car. Once the circulation of qi and blood stops, a person will immediately lose the ability to move.”

And acupoints truly exist within the human body, acting as hubs for managing qi and blood.

"I've sealed his CV point, the area in the chest. He's like a car without gas now, unable to function properly."

As soon as he finished speaking, the audience erupted in an uproar.

Before this, many people, including black reporters, held the same view that acupuncture was something imaginary and non-existent. But the facts before their eyes overturned their previous ideas.

The most nervous was the black reporter. Since his acupuncture point was blocked, he had been in a state of panic.

"Mr. Ye, can I recover to how I was before Can I walk and box again"

Ye Bufan said: “Of course, but you have to apologize to the traditional Chinese medicine practitioner, otherwise you will forever be like this.”

"I apologize, I apologize now."

This black journalist, upon his arrival, felt both fear and recognition of the error in his previous thinking. He loudly stated at the scene: “I formally apologize to traditional Chinese medicine for my previous incorrect statements.”

"Traditional Chinese Medicine is a very magical medical science, its magic far exceeds our imagination. Previous misunderstandings were entirely due to my ignorance. From now on, I will be a loyal fan of TCM."

When he finished speaking, there was a stunned silence at first, followed by thunderous applause.

On television screens across China, viewers erupted in excitement.

"Well done, Doctor Xian is really amazing..."

"My goodness, the Immortal Physician actually knows acupuncture! This is legendary acupuncture…"

"This is the true revitalization of Traditional Chinese Medicine, raising the prestige of our country!"

Seeing the effect he desired taking hold, Ye Bufan reached out and gently tapped the chest of the black journalist. He immediately regained his mobility.

"I can move, I can move again."

The Black reporter first shook his fists, then jumped in place, feeling his body. He felt no difference from before.

Then he bowed deeply, his face full of sincerity, and said: "Traditional Chinese medicine is truly amazing, I'm completely convinced." on themselves.Xiahou Ting and Zhao Mingzhen looked at each other, both seeing the awkwardness in each other's eyes.They had always been at odds with Ye Bufan, even going so far as to target him. Now,...