Guo Danrong's actions broke the composure of the students and teachers present.
As the student union president, she actually bowed to Traditional Chinese Medicine?
What kind of behavior was that?
An act of betrayal!
The students were enraged and hurled insults.
"Guo Danrong, you traitor, bowing and admitting fault to TCM? Have you no shame?"
"Mr. Robert said the leg injury was incurable, yet TCM healed it. Don't you find something suspicious about that?"
"Oh, I get it! Guo Danrong must have conspired with the TCM practitioners!"
"Fine, Guo Danrong! We respected you as student president, but you're a traitor who infiltrated our ranks! Guo Danrong, if you have any decency, you should kill yourself to atone!"
These students had completely lost their minds.
Their reverence for Western medicine had reached an obsessive level.
Even with the undeniable evidence – a leg injury that Western medicine couldn't heal but TCM could – they refused to believe it!
Witnessing this scene, Lu Ming felt a deep sadness, and at the same time, he understood why Qiao Ling insisted on coming.
TCM needed to be vindicated.
The scholars of China needed to be awakened!
Lu Ming said no more and returned to his seat. Anything said now would be futile; only by decisively defeating Western medicine in the afternoon's exchange would these misguided students be jolted awake.
Qiao Ling said to Lu Ming, "Thank you for what you did just now."
If Lu Ming hadn't intervened, Qiao Ling and her group would have faced an unknown fate, likely ending up bruised and battered.
In both combat skills and medical expertise, Lu Ming was top-tier.
It was then that Qiao Ling truly grasped Lu Ming's strength and understood why Young Master Xu was so insistent on Lu Ming joining the TCM Association.
Simultaneously, a hint of tenderness entered Qiao Ling's gaze towards Lu Ming.
From ancient times, beautiful women have been drawn to heroes.
An outstanding man like Lu Ming was difficult not to be moved by.
...
In the blink of an eye, it was two o'clock in the afternoon.
The Sino-Western Medical Exchange Conference officially commenced in the conference hall of Jinling Medical University!
The most outstanding students, teachers, and leaders from the entire university were present.
After a brief speech by the principal, the stage was handed over to the representatives of both Traditional Chinese Medicine and Western Medicine.
Qiao Ling stepped forward first.
Before she could even speak, the students collectively raised their middle fingers, and some male students lewdly whistled.
"You're so beautiful, yet you engage in TCM trickery? Aren't you ashamed?"
"For money, would you do anything?"
"What is TCM? What right does it have to be compared with Western medicine? Exchange? What a joke!"
Despite the insults, Qiao Ling remained unfazed.
She spoke loudly into the microphone, "Classmates, teachers, I know many of you have misunderstandings about TCM. Today, our TCM Association is here to vindicate TCM and let everyone witness its powerful vitality!"
Hiss~~
The entire hall erupted in laughter.
No one believed Qiao Ling's words; most people saw her as a charlatan.
"Powerful vitality? Heh, isn't TCM just snake oil salesmen on the streets? Trash!"
"Later, let's see how Western medicine crushes them."
Qiao Ling descended the stage.
Catherine, the president of the Western Medicine Association, took the stage. Unlike Qiao Ling, she was met with thunderous applause.
Praise and screams filled the air.
The applause continued for a full ten minutes.
Catherine smiled at the crowd and then addressed the microphone, "Our Western medicine is a rigorous and responsible medical field based on scientific evidence. Today, we, the elites of Western medicine, have come to China to dispel feudal superstitions and overthrow all pseudo-sciences! TCM, this pseudo-science lacking scientific basis, will today be trampled underfoot by our Western medicine!"
Boom!!!
The hall exploded with thunderous applause.
Lu Ming listened, his heart aching.
When did foreigners become so brazen in China? When did China's scholars willingly believe foreigners over the precious heritage left by their ancestors?
A raging fire of anger was ignited within Lu Ming.
Today, he would fight for TCM's rightful place!
After Catherine stepped down,
The principal returned to the microphone and said with a smile, "I can see that there's a bit of a firecracker atmosphere today. However, I believe this is a good thing. Only with sparks can we create true brilliance! Now, without further ado, I will announce the rules for today's exchange conference."
He glanced backstage.
Immediately, staff members wheeled out an elderly gentleman with snow-white hair and brought him to the center of the stage, where the spotlight shone upon him.
The principal stated, "I believe everyone recognizes this elder. He is our esteemed Professor Liu, a professor known for his integrity and skill. One month ago, Professor Liu unfortunately suffered a stroke. He has lost all memory, lost his mobility, is incontinent, and is like a living dead man."
He paused.
Then, the principal suddenly raised his voice, "Therefore, I hope to use this exchange conference to help Professor Liu! Whichever side, TCM or Western medicine, can successfully treat Professor Liu's stroke, that side will be declared the winner!"
The rules were simple and clear.
Qiao Ling and Catherine exchanged glances, sparks flying between them.
Next,
The competition officially began.
Doctors from both sides stepped onto the stage and conducted detailed examinations of Professor Liu.
The TCM practitioners employed the traditional methods of observation, listening, inquiring, and pulse-taking, while the Western medicine practitioners utilized various state-of-the-art high-tech medical equipment.
Masters clashed, each move critical.
An hour later,
Both sides had completed their initial assessments.
Catherine spoke first, "Dr. Qiao, it's not as if we Western medicine practitioners are bullying you. Professor Liu will be treated by you first. If you succeed, you win. If you fail, then Western medicine will step in!"
Qiao Ling chuckled, "Then you can prepare to lose!"
Without further ado,
Qiao Ling and her team proceeded with the treatment plan for Professor Liu.
A stroke, to these experienced TCM physicians, was not a significant challenge.
However, Lu Ming remained impassive throughout, his eyes fixed on Professor Liu, a subtle feeling growing that the professor's condition was far from simple.
Another hour passed.
The results of the TCM treatment were disappointing.
After an hour of effort, the outcome was… completely ineffective!
Professor Liu consumed various concoctions and underwent diverse TCM therapies, yet there was not the slightest sign of improvement!
The entire audience of teachers and students burst into laughter.
"We knew they wouldn't be able to, and here's the proof!"
"They were just bragging about winning, how shameless."
"TCM, what a disgrace!"
Qiao Ling and the others felt a burning sensation on their faces. The bold claims they had made earlier now served to slap them in the face.
This illness, they, the TCM practitioners, could not cure!
Catherine burst into laughter, "What, you're out of ideas? Heh, I always knew you TCM practitioners were useless. What can you do besides scam the elderly into buying health supplements? A bunch of garbage, spit!"
With a grand gesture, Catherine's Western medicine assistants brought forward the most advanced medical equipment.
Catherine boasted, "Next, let us show you the most advanced medical equipment and demonstrate how we Western medicine practitioners treat patients! You TCM good-for-nothings, learn something!"