Summit Farmer
Chapter 309 - 308: Betting

Chapter 309: Chapter 308: Betting

When they entered, Peter Brown saw that there were already quite a few doctors gathered outside the operating room.

It was evident that everyone was very serious, all of them were veteran experts, discussing the treatment plan while pointing at the images of the Premier’s condition.

"Unexpectedly, it’s a malignant tumor!"

"The Premier has long had this problem, and it has been treated conservatively. Now we have no choice but to operate because of the intracranial hemorrhage. It turns out the tumor is even more troublesome - it’s malignant!"

"He must be sent back to his home country; otherwise, there will be serious consequences!"

"Though Hua Nation has also researched this area, they don’t have top experts in this field."

"Now the Premier’s condition isn’t too good; I worry that taking a plane would worsen it. If things worsen, no one could bear the responsibility."

"Yes, I think we can only invite experts to come to Hua Nation for treatment."

All of these top experts were gathered around discussing the Premier’s situation.

When they saw Dael Smith bringing in a young man, the experts all looked at Peter Brown with confusion.

Everyone had heard that Hua Nation was inviting a top expert to come, but when Peter Brown entered, they were all a bit baffled. Was this the so-called top expert from Hua Nation?

Looking at Peter Brown, all they saw was the image of a Hua Nation Farmer, who didn’t look like a medical expert at all.

Could he really do it?

"Is this your Hua Nation’s expert?" One doctor couldn’t help but ask.

"Indeed, Professor Wang was invited overnight. With his arrival, things should be easier."

Hearing himself addressed as a Professor, Peter Brown was also stunned, not expecting to have such a title.

"He’s a professor? Your Hua Nation’s professors must not be worth much, then." A middle-aged doctor scrutinized Peter Brown from head to toe and said mockingly.

At that moment, Peter Brown had already changed into a white coat and was focusing on the middle-aged Premier.

"This is Professor Peter Brown, the expert we specifically invited to treat the Premier."

Dael Smith said to the Hua Nation leader.

The Hua Nation leader knew that it was intentional to give Peter Brown such a title to calm down these foreigners. He nodded slightly, turned to a middle-aged woman and said, "Madam, the professor we invited is here. Should we let him take a look?"

The woman’s face was filled with sorrow. She nodded and said in French, "Thank you very much."

Although she expressed her gratitude, Peter Brown could see that she didn’t seem to trust him.

The leader then nodded slightly to Peter Brown.

"Are you a doctor in Hua Nation?"

An old foreign man looked at Peter Brown.

"This is Dr. Joe Johnson, the world’s top expert in cranial surgery."

Another doctor introduced him.

Joe Johnson looked at Peter Brown and asked, "Which hospital did you graduate from?"

Another foreign middle-aged doctor also asked, "How many tumor surgeries have you done? Any results?"

Peter Brown shook his head.

Seeing Peter Brown shake his head, the foreign doctors were unhappy and exclaimed loudly, "What are you Hua Nation people doing? You made us wait here, obstructing our rescue of the Premier. What are you up to?"

The Hua Nation leader said at this moment, "Dr. Peter Brown is our country’s top expert in this field. Let him first see if he can treat the Premier. If he can, we will proceed with the treatment. If not, we will send the Premier back to his home country. What do you think?" He addressed the remark to a French official.

The official looked at Peter Brown and then nodded slightly, "We’ve already wasted too much time. Please hurry. We have already contacted top doctors from around the world for a consultation."

Peter Brown said no more and reached out to take the Premier’s pulse.

After circling the Premier’s body with his True Qi, Peter Brown already had a clear understanding of the Premier’s condition.

After withdrawing his hand, Peter Brown looked at the leader who was watching him and nodded slightly, "I can treat it!"

With his skills as an Alchemist, treating a Premier with such an illness was not a difficult task, and a malignant tumor was nothing major for him.

The whole incident was driven by the Cultivators, aiming to promote traditional Chinese medicine and make the world rediscover it. At first, the leader didn’t have much confidence, but when he heard Peter Brown’s words, he finally breathed a sigh of relief and asked, "How long will it take to heal?"

"I can treat it immediately."

"What?"

Several foreigners were listening to the translation, and now they heard that the situation, for which they needed to gather top experts from around the world for consultation, was claimed to be treatable immediately by a young man, which sparked their anger.

"Young man, do you know the consequences of what you’re saying about the Premier?" Joe Johnson was genuinely unhappy. As a meticulous doctor, he disliked hearing such exaggerated words.

Peter Brown smiled and said, "Your inability doesn’t mean Hua Nation’s traditional Chinese medicine is incapable!"

Since Peter Brown had guessed the intentions of those behind Hua Nation, he had no choice but to mention traditional Chinese medicine.

"Ha! Hua Nation’s traditional Chinese medicine is just drinking herbal medicine, which won’t work."\p>

"We’ll know if it works after treating it."

"Who’s responsible if something goes wrong with the treatment?"

"We, the Hua Nation, will take responsibility!"

The leader-like man could only grit his teeth and say this.

"Fine, you said traditional Chinese medicine is great, right? Well, the Prime Minister’s leg is also broken, and we plan to use steel pins to reinforce it after surgery. I want to see how you treat it!"

An unhappy foreign old man looked at Peter Brown.

Everyone thought it was not a bad idea to test Peter Brown by using the leg issue, as treating it would not harm the Prime Minister.

Peter glanced at the leg, knowing that they were mainly focusing on treating the head and had not treated the leg yet, still adopting a conservative method and not having performed surgery.

"If I say within ten minutes I can heal his leg, would you believe me?" Peter Brown could only follow the script.

"Heal in ten minutes?" Foreign doctors were all stunned, looking in shock at the Prime Minister’s leg and then at Peter Brown.

"I’ll bet with you, if you can’t heal it, you’ll say in front of everyone that traditional Chinese medicine is inferior to Western medicine, how about that?" A slightly younger foreign doctor suddenly said.

Peter Brown looked at him and said, "What if I heal it?"

"If, as you say, it can be healed within ten minutes, I’ll write an article praising traditional Chinese medicine in a world-class medical journal."

"That’s right. If you can truly heal it within ten minutes, I’ll also admit that traditional Chinese medicine is better than Western medicine, and I’ll publish an article to promote it!"

Joe Johnson also joined the bet at this time.

Peter Brown smiled slightly and said, "All right, it’s a deal."

After finishing speaking, Peter Brown walked to the Prime Minister’s surgical bed and took out the prepared silver needles and other things.

"You can start timing."

As Peter Brown said this to the others, they saw the silver needles in his hand shooting out, one by one, aiming for the Prime Minister’s leg.

It was too fast, the whole process was really dazzling, and the foreign doctors all stared wide-eyed.

It was an unexpected treatment approach, and it was clear that Peter Brown did not intend to use surgery at all.

Could the needles alone cure it?

Everyone looked at Peter Brown’s silver needles.

Although Peter Brown was treating inside, there were some foreign journalists outside using various machines to take pictures.

These foreigners did it intentionally to try to embarrass the Hua Nation.

However, the current situation was that the journalists were also shocked, all of them staring blankly at Peter Brown’s flying silver needles.

It was too fast!

That was everyone’s thought, as they saw Peter Brown’s needle speed was swift, and the long silver needles entered the Prime Minister’s body one after another.

Thinking about the long needles going in, everyone was breaking out in cold sweat.

As the silver needles were inserted, Peter Brown’s hands kept squeezing, and everyone could even hear the sound of bones.

The sound made people feel a bit creeped out, making everyone even colder after listening to it.

However, what they could not understand was why there was no anesthesia used, as the Prime Minister did not seem to feel pain at all, maintaining the same state as before.

"It’s impossible!"

A foreigner said in disbelief.

"How could he do that without anesthesia?" Even a doctor from the Hua Nation was somewhat puzzled.

Peter Brown simply didn’t care about their thoughts anymore, crushed an Elixir and used his hand to infuse the medicinal power into the leg during the massage.

As the Elixir’s medicinal power entered, Peter Brown could sense through his Divine Sense that the Prime Minister’s broken bone had been reconnected.

This time Peter Brown put in some effort; generally, he might use a normal method, letting it slowly heal, but due to the bet, he simply used his hand to rub the medicinal power into the leg bone.

The medicinal power of the Bone Condensation Pill was extraordinary and quickly solidified the bones. Under the infusion of Peter Brown’s True Qi, the bone had been re-solidified, and the injured leg had been fully recovered.

Peter Brown used a method of first crushing the shattered bone, then reassembling it with the medicinal power. Even with numbness, the process was unbearable. However, Peter Brown’s silver needles blocked some Divine Sense paths, so there was no pain.

Only a cultivator like Peter Brown could perform the entire process, and of course, it required his special Bone Condensation Pill.

After completing this, Peter Brown sprinkled some medicine powder and rubbed it for a while.

After examining it with his Divine Sense, Peter Brown sighed with relief; although it was his first time performing the entire process, it was successful.

After finishing everything, Peter Brown wiped the area with alcohol-soaked gauze, and everyone’s eyes widened even more as the once swollen area had completely returned to normal, showing no signs of having been injured.

"Alright, you can check it now." Peter Brown stepped aside.