Urban ancient fairy doctor

His current mentality is quite strange. On the one hand, he is scared to death of Ye Bufan's medical skills and knows that he is no match for him.

But on the other hand, the fragile self-esteem is at work in the heart, and they don't want to admit this reality, and always want to show that they are stronger than the other party in other aspects.

For example, in terms of Chinese medicine cognition and theory, he always felt that after studying it for seventy or eighty years, his knowledge was much deeper than that of his opponent.

Ye Bufan said nothing, shaking his head repeatedly in his heart.

One of these two people was a high-ranking teacher in China, and the other was a respected expert in traditional Chinese medicine. They gradually developed an arrogant mentality and did not understand Western thinking at all.

I really thought that today's exchange meeting would be like taking a class in China. Everyone else would listen with a look-up mentality, and whatever you say will be what it is. How is this possible?

At best, they are here for academic exchanges; at worst, they are here to cause trouble.

Under such circumstances, it will definitely not work if we do not come up with something convincing and talk about illusory theories.

But it's useless to say anything now. They definitely won't listen, and they will have to hit a wall before they can turn back.

Fortunately, I came today, so I won’t let the Chinese medicine lose face.

At this moment, a staff member ran in.

"Principal, members of the World Medical Association have arrived."

"I understand." Zhang Zhicheng turned back and looked at Yang Zhengdao: "Director Yang, let's go out and greet him."

Yang Zhengdao nodded, and everyone came to the outside of the teaching building. At this time, a bus stopped in front of the door.

The car door opened, and President Alice got out of the car first, followed by thirty or forty expert members of the World Medical Association.

Yang Zhengdao had already met two people at the meeting yesterday and greeted each other.

Zhang Zhicheng stretched out his hands and greeted him enthusiastically: "President Alice, welcome to our University of Traditional Chinese Medicine."

"Hello, Principal Zhang."

Alice said hello in proficient Chinese, and then saw Ye Bufan next to her.

She was about to come over for a warm hug, but was stopped by his eyes.

Then everyone came to the conference site that had been prepared long ago. At this moment, the audience was full of students preparing to attend the lecture, and seats were reserved in the front row for members of the World Medical Association.

On the rostrum, Yang Zhengdao sat in the middle, Zhang Zhicheng sat next to him and presided over it in person, and Ye Bufan, Wang Xuande and Bi Haiping sat in the expert seats.

"Dear students, first of all, we welcome the World Medical Association to visit our school for inspection."

Zhang Zhicheng has spoken.

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There was warm applause.

Finally, he said a few more polite opening remarks, and then formally introduced the members on the podium.

"This is Mr. Wang Xuande, the descendant of the Divine Acupuncture King and a national master of traditional Chinese medicine. He is also our school's special guest today."

"Who is this……"

When Ye Bufan was introduced, Zhang Zhicheng hesitated.

Wang Xuande has the golden name of being the descendant of the Divine Acupuncture King, and he is also a national expert in traditional Chinese medicine. His introduction is resounding, but what does this young man say?

"This is today's special guest, Dr. Ye Bufan Ye."

When he finished speaking, the audience immediately became agitated. Except for a few people present, no one knew Ye Bufan's true identity.

"Who is he? I thought he was a prepared student representative, why is he still a guest?"

"How can he be a guest at such a young age? Could it be that he knows Chinese medicine? How is this possible?"

"Oh my God, does this person have any connections? He can also sit on the rostrum at this kind of exchange meeting. It seems that he has a deep background..."

Although these students had doubts in their hearts, they were all whispering.

But at this time, a tall black member of the World Medical Association stood up and said in fluent Chinese: "Principal Zhang, I am Rodman, a member of the World Medical Association, and I have a question for you to answer.

What is the identity of Dr. Ye? What qualifications does he have to sit in the guest chair? Is he an expert in Chinese medicine? "

"this……"

In the past, Zhang Zhicheng was more accustomed to the domestic way of holding meetings, which was that the leader stood high in front, and few people would raise questions in public, let alone embarrass the leader.

But these members of the World Medical Association in front of him obviously didn't follow the routine and actually raised questions directly. How should he answer?

Director Yang really wants to find such a person. Isn’t this adding to the chaos? He began to secretly complain about Yang Zhengdao.

Seeing that he could not answer his own question, Rodman continued: "Principal Zhang, I think you are disrespecting our World Medical Association by having a young man sit in front as an expert."

This guy was originally very indifferent to Chinese medicine, but now that he has seized the opportunity, he will naturally not be polite.

Hearing such a sharp question, Bi Haiping had an imperceptible smile on his face.

My heart said, what should I do now, you, the gold-plated one? How to deal with this situation?

"It's you who don't know how to respect me. Sit down."

At this time, an angry voice sounded from the audience, it was Alice, the president of the Medical Association.

"President Alice, am I

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Was that wrong? "

Rodman said in shock.

"Of course it's wrong. Do you know who this is? This is my teacher, the best Chinese doctor in China. In terms of medical skills, you can't even compare to him with one finger."

As soon as Alice said these words, the whole place was in an uproar.

"What's going on? Did I hear it correctly? The president actually said that Ye Bufan is her teacher?"

"Oh my god, who is this young man? Isn't this a bit too awesome?"

"The teacher who can become the president of the World Medical Association really gives credit to China and gives face to Chinese medicine."

Even Wang Xuande and Bi Haiping on the stage were stunned. They never expected that Ye Bufan had such an identity.

Alice said with a gloomy expression: "You are very disrespectful to my teacher. Apologize to him now."

"I'm sorry, Mr. Ye."

Under Alice's power, Rodman bowed to Ye Bufan.

But then he said unconvinced, "Dear Mr. Ye, I hope we can see your miraculous medical skills later. I really want to know how you became the president teacher."

This sentence represents the sentiments of many people present. No one can imagine how the young Ye Bufan could become the teacher of the President of the World Medical Association. Is it really because of his medical skills?

After a brief interlude, the exchange will continue.

Zhang Zhicheng took a long breath and continued: "Now, I would like to invite Professor Bi Haiping, an excellent expert lecturer from our college, to introduce our traditional Chinese medicine to you."

There was a burst of warm applause from the audience. Bi Haiping, who was wearing a robe, walked to the front of the podium, cleared his throat, and then began to speak.

"Traditional Chinese medicine is the treasure of our country. It has a history of more than 5,000 years. As early as ancient times, there was a legend about Shen Nong tasting hundreds of herbs..."

According to the established plan, he spoke eloquently, but he did not notice that the entire World Medical Association members frowned slightly.

Some of them brought translators, and some brought translators directly. There were no big language barriers, but they had no interest in what Bi Haiping said.

Just as Ye Bufan said before, they came to China because they wanted to see the magic of traditional Chinese medicine and did not want to hear these false and empty things.

"Sorry, let me interrupt."

This time it was Rodman who stood up again. He looked at Bi Haiping and said, "Our time is precious and we don't want to waste it with you.

I hope you can actually let us see what Chinese medicine is and what it relies on to treat diseases. "