Pete didn't give Qiao Ling and the others a chance to think or object, and directly opened the prescription to read it.
Qiao Ling and the others were stunned.
They knew very well that this prescription was fabricated by Lu Ming and was fake. If it were exposed, it would not only be Lu Ming who lost face.
It would be the entire Chinese Medicine Masters Association that would lose face!
Despair.
Qiao Ling's mind went blank, and she no longer knew how to face the upcoming situation.
As expected.
While reading the prescription, Pete also took out his phone and opened a prescription. He said, "I'm sorry, Dr. Qiao. Actually, I have the latter half of this prescription. I just wanted to test the abilities of the Chinese Medicine Masters Association. You won't blame me, right?"
Qiao Ling looked at his eyes, which were full of daggers!
She had long guessed that Pete would do this.
The story about the lost half of the prescription was all fake! The truth was that the Western medicine elites had deliberately hidden half of the prescription and used it to test Qiao Ling and the others.
With the other half of the prescription, Lu Ming's fabricated prescription could be easily exposed as fake.
It's over!
Qiao Ling's mind raced, already thinking about how to face Pete's taunts.
Wang Daomin glared fiercely at Lu Ming, wishing he could swallow him whole. If he had known things would come to this, he wouldn't have let him join the association!
Useless, a failure.
Trash, a good-for-nothing!
However, the development of events seemed to be slightly different from what everyone imagined. After Pete compared the two prescriptions, the smile on his face gradually disappeared.
He was not smug or mocking Qiao Ling and the others as expected.
It was evident that Pete's face was filled with disbelief.
"Impossible."
"This is impossible."
"The Western medicine elites searched through countless Chinese ancient texts and could not find the origin of this prescription. They asked all the Chinese medicine masters, but none could provide an answer. It's absolutely impossible for anyone to complete it."
"But..."
From Pete's words, it was not difficult to conclude: Lu Ming's prescription was completely correct!
A smile instantly bloomed on Qiao Ling's face. She quickly snatched the prescription to check, and indeed, it was exactly the same! Lu Ming's formula was completely correct!
"Yes!!!" Qiao Ling jumped up excitedly.
At this moment, she finally displayed the vivacity and cheerfulness of a young girl.
Qiao Ling deliberately coughed and asked Pete, "Why aren't you talking anymore? Does our Chinese Medicine Masters Association's formula have a problem?"
Pete swallowed.
He was so embarrassed he wanted to find a crack in the floor to crawl into.
He had come to cause trouble for the Chinese medicine masters, but instead of causing trouble, he had given them an opportunity to show off.
Thinking about it made him angry.
Pete said fiercely, "Hmph, even if you completed it correctly."
Lu Ming smiled, "What do you mean 'even if it's correct'? Correct is correct, and wrong is wrong. How can it be ambiguous?"
Pete said the word "Correct!" very unhappily.
Lu Ming nodded and said, "Since it's correct, you can go back and report."
Pete snorted coldly, said nothing more, and walked out with the prescription.
Just as he reached the door.
Lu Ming suddenly called out to him.
"Um... Translator Pete, is it? Please wait a moment. I have a few words to convey to the Western Medicine Elite Organization."
Pete stopped and said, "If you have something to say, just say it."
Lu Ming said, "This is the land of China. Western medicine elites have come to our land, and I respect you as guests. We'll let this provocation slide this time. But if you dare to offend again, I will never let you go! The dignity of China cannot be trampled upon by others!"
He paused, then continued, "Finally, I want to tell the Western medicine elites that in the South Xinjiang War five years ago, China was the victor. The Western powers are the defeated nation! Do you understand?"
Pete frowned.
Were these words something he could say to the Western medicine elites?
Lu Ming said, "These are my words. Feel free to pass them on."
Pete said coldly, "Your name is Lu Ming, right? Good, I've remembered you! Today's incident is just the beginning. The Western medicine elites will definitely seek revenge for today's events! In today's world, Western medicine is the true medicine, and Western medicine is the best in the world. You Chinese medicine practitioners can just wait to be stepped underfoot!"
With that, he strode away.
Qiao Ling spat behind him, "They clearly lost, yet they are still making arrogant remarks. This Pete is really no good."
Lu Ming smiled and said, "If he were any good, he wouldn't be translating for foreigners."
Qiao Ling looked at Lu Ming again, re-examining him.
This man was much more capable than she had imagined.
First, he had treated her month-long absent relative, and then he had perfectly formulated the prescription. Lu Ming's medical skills were even superior to hers.
It seemed she had underestimated him before.
Qiao Ling asked curiously, "Lu Ming, we haven't seen this prescription before. Where did you get it from?"
Lu Ming shrugged, "Didn't I just explain? This prescription is my own creation."
"Tsk." Qiao Ling rolled her eyes, "If you don't want to say it, then forget it. I'm not even interested in knowing."
In Qiao Ling's opinion, Lu Ming must be a disciple of some great medical master, possessing many secret techniques of Chinese medicine. This prescription was one of them.
Lu Ming must have deliberately hidden his master's lineage.
In fact, Qiao Ling was overthinking.
Lu Ming had no intention of hiding his master's lineage. He had told the truth, but no one believed him.
...
The sky was already dark.
In a bar on the bustling streets of Jinling, a middle-aged man was drinking alone in a somber mood.
He was Jiang Anzhi of the Jiang family, Jiang Mengxin's uncle.
Jiang Anzhi had been very unhappy lately. He couldn't wrest the position of Jiang family president, and instead, Jiang Mengxin became more and more stable. Thinking about it made him angry.
And that detestable Lu Ming, who they thought they had gotten rid of, was brought back again for saving the Jiang family.
Thinking about it made him angry.
"Detestable!"
Jiang Anzhi slammed the bar counter hard.
At this moment, an old man walked over and sat down next to Jiang Anzhi. "Waiter, a glass of whiskey."
"Yes, please wait a moment."
Huh?
The voice sounded a bit familiar.
Jiang Anzhi turned his head and was instantly terrified. The old man sitting next to him was none other than the head of the Yuan family—Yuan Chengji!
A man who had once fought alongside Jiang Dingbian and was more cunning than a fox.
He had a complex and unclear relationship with the Jiang family.
The wine was served.
Yuan Chengji picked it up, took a sip, and smiled at Jiang Anzhi, saying, "Long time no see, Anzhi."
Jiang Anzhi swallowed. In front of this cunning old man, Jiang Anzhi felt as if he were naked, completely exposed.
Not even the slightest thought escaped Yuan Chengji's eyes.
Jiang Anzhi swallowed and tremblingly called out, "Uncle Yuan, hello."