Huang Bingyi, accompanied by a group of judges, walked to the first row.
His expression was serious as he meticulously inspected each long needle, even going as far as to smell them and use the needles to poke at his own acupoints to identify any irregularities.
This level of dedication moved countless people.
It was said that Master Huang practiced medicine meticulously, even testing medicines on himself.
That was why he had never married, fearing he would disrupt another girl's life.
Bang!
A loud noise.
A young man beside Lu Yingxue had weak knees and half-sat on the ground, his face deathly pale, beads of cold sweat forming on his forehead.
Huang Bingyi put down the long needle in front of him, his piercing eyes sharp: "With ill intentions, you've dipped the needle tip in drugs. A rat who sneaks and slides by, unworthy to be a practitioner of Chinese medicine. Do you walk out yourself today, or shall I have the security escort you out?"