Although she said that, He Shuangshuang hated Ye Bufan inwardly, gritting her teeth and secretly vowing that when she had the chance to get her hands on him, she would give him a good lesson."At that...His state of mind was rather peculiar. On one hand, he was terrified of Ye Bufan's medical skills, knowing that there was no way he could ever be his match.

On the other hand, a fragile sense of self-esteem also lurks in the heart, unwilling to admit this reality and always trying to appear superior to the other party in other aspects.

For example, in terms of Traditional Chinese Medicine knowledge and theories, he always felt that after decades of study, his foundation was much deeper than others'.

Ye Bufan remained silent, shaking his head repeatedly in his heart.

These two people, one a highly respected mentor in China and the other a revered TCM practitioner, slowly developed an arrogant and conceited attitude due to their positions of power. They have no understanding of Western thinking at all.

I thought today's meeting would be like a class back in China, where everyone listened attentively and agreed with everything said. Is that really possible

Let's be nice and say they are here for academic exchange. To be less polite, let's say they are here to disrupt things.

In this case, without presenting some convincing evidence, and just spouting empty theories, it definitely won't work.

But now it's no use saying anything, they definitely won't listen. They have to hit a wall before they know to turn back.

Fortunately, I came today myself, so it won't be embarrassing for Chinese medicine.

At that moment, a worker ran in.

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

"I understand." Zhang Zhicheng turned his head and looked at Yang Zhengdao: "Director Yang, let's go out to greet them."

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

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

Yesterday, Yang Zhengdao already met two people at the meeting and greeted each other.

Zhang Zhicheng reached out his hands and warmly greeted her: “President Alice, welcome to our University of Traditional Chinese Medicine.”

"Hello, Principal Zhang."

Alice greeted in fluent Chinese, then spotted Ye Bufan beside her.

Just as I was about to come over for a warm hug, he stopped me with his eyes.

Then everyone came to the conference venue, which had been prepared in advance. At this time, the auditorium was already filled with students who were ready to attend the class. The front row of seats was reserved for members of the World Medical Society to sit in.

On the rostrum, Yang Zhidao sat in the center, Zhang Zhicheng sat beside him and personally presided over the meeting, Ye Bufan and Wang Xuandong and Bi Haiping sat in the expert seats.

"Distinguished students, first and foremost, we welcome the World Medical Association to our school for their visit and inspection."

When Zhang Zhicheng finished speaking, the audience erupted in thunderous applause.

He then offered a few polite opening remarks before formally introducing the members of the dais.

This is the inheritor of Divine Needle King, Master Wang Xuandé, a renowned TCM practitioner, and also a special guest at our school today.

"This is..."

When introducing Ye Bufan, Zhang Zhicheng hesitated for a moment.

Wang Xianzai boasts the prestigious title of inheritor to the divine acupuncture skills of Wang Zhen, and is also a renowned TCM practitioner. His credentials are impressive on paper, but what does this young man have to say for himself

“This is our special guest today, Dr. Ye Bufan.”

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

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

"To be a guest at such a young age Could it be that he understands Traditional Chinese Medicine That's impossible!"

"My goodness, does this person have connections To be able to sit on the stage at such an event... Their background must be impressive..."

These students, though harboring doubts in their minds, were only whispering amongst themselves.

At this time, a tall African American member of the World Medical Association stood up and said in rather broken Chinese: “Principal Zhang, I am Rodman, a member of the World Medical Association. I have a question for you.”

Who is this Dr. Ye What qualifications does he have to be sitting in the guest seats Is he an expert in Traditional Chinese Medicine

"This…"

Zhang Zhicheng was more accustomed to the domestic meeting style where leaders were at the front, high above, and rarely would anyone publicly raise questions or make the leaders feel embarrassed.

The members of the World Medical Association before him apparently weren't playing by the rules, directly questioning him. How could he answer that

Director Yang is really something, finding someone like this. Isn't this just adding to the chaos He secretly grumbled about Director Yang in his heart.

Unable to answer his own question, Rodman continued, "Principal Zhang, I think it's disrespectful to our World Medical Association for you to have a young person sit at the front as an expert."

This guy was never a fan of traditional Chinese medicine to begin with, now that he has a chance to strike, he certainly won't hold back.

Hearing such a sharp question, Bi Haiping's face showed a faint smile that was not easy to notice.

Now that you've been exposed, what will you do about it How will you handle this situation

"It's you who doesn't know how to respect others. Sit down."

At that moment, a voice filled with anger rose from the audience. It was Alice, president of the Medical Society.

"Alice, president, did I say something wrong"

Roderick stared in astonishment.

Of course he's wrong. Do you know who this is This is my teacher, the best traditional Chinese medicine practitioner in China. If it comes to medical skills, you can't even compare to one of his fingers.

Alice's words caused a stir throughout the room.

"What's going on Did I hear that right, the president said Ye Bufan is her teacher"

"My God, who is this young man He's too awesome!"

"To have our teacher become the president of the World Medical Association is truly a source of pride for our China and brings honor to traditional Chinese medicine."

Even Wang Xuande and Bi Haiping on stage were taken aback. They never expected Ye Bufan to have such an identity.

Alice said in a gloomy voice, "You were very disrespectful to my teacher. Now apologize to him."

"I'm sorry, Mr. Ye."

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

But then he retorted, "Respectfully, Mr. Ye, I hope we can see your miraculous medical skills later. I'm very curious how you became Master Zhang's disciple."

This sentence speaks for many people present, no one could imagine how a young man like Ye Bufan could become the teacher of the president of the World Medical Association. Could it really be because of his medical skills

After a small digression, the exchange continued.

Zhang Zhicheng let out a long sigh and continued, “Next, we have the distinguished professor Bi Haiping, an expert from our college, to introduce traditional Chinese medicine to you all.”

A burst of applause echoed through the room as Bi Haiping, dressed in a long robe, walked to the podium. He cleared his throat and then began his speech.

"Traditional Chinese medicine is a treasure of our Chinese civilization, with a history of over 5000 years. As far back as ancient times, there was the legend of Shen Nong tasting hundreds of herbs..."

According to the pre-set plan, he talked incessantly, but failed to notice that all members of the World Medical Association were frowning slightly.

Some of them brought translators, others brought interpreters directly. There were no major language barriers, yet they couldn't muster any interest in what Bi Haiping was saying.

Just as Ye Bufan had said before, they came to China to see the wonders of traditional Chinese medicine, not to hear these empty boasts.

"Excuse me, I hate to interrupt."

Once again, it was Rodman who stood up. He looked at Bi Haiping and said, "Our time is precious, I don't want to waste it on you like this."

I hope you can concretely show us what TCM is really about and how it treats diseaseshao, do you have any different opinions"Yè Búfán playfully looked at Shào Kāngnián."Mr. Wang, Mr. Gao, Ms. Ye, there's no need to investigate this further. I can prove that it was Hu Donghui who did i...