The CEO’s flower-protecting dragon

Traditional Chinese medicine can be divided into the southern school and the northern school. The southern school is the febrile disease school, which focuses on acupuncture, and the northern school is the Jingfang school, which focuses on medicinal prescriptions.

The two schools fought for thousands of years, until the Ming and Qing Dynasties, when Chinese medicine reached its peak, the northern and southern schools merged with each other and gradually broke down the barriers.

In modern times, due to the vigorous promotion of Western medicine, Chinese medicine has generally no longer been divided into schools.

However, some traditional Chinese medicine families with far-reaching traditions still care about the differences between schools.

Almost all the Chinese doctors invited by the Ding family are famous southern Chinese medicine doctors in Lingyue Province. They take the school concept very seriously, so they don't have a good impression of people from the northern school.

Qin Fan, on the other hand, practiced both north and south, and did not have those divisive and opposing thoughts, because he knew that both the moderate school and the Jingfang school had unique effects in treating diseases.

Faced with everyone's tit-for-tat confrontation, Huang Xiangbei smiled disdainfully and said: "I didn't want to come, but you guys who are not good at academics have no ability to save people. My mentor couldn't bear that Mr. Ding suffered from illness, so he specially asked me to treat him."

"Yellow-mouthed kid!"

"Insanity!"

A group of people started shouting with red faces and thick necks, and stared at him angrily.

These words were cunning and harsh, directly belittling everyone present.

The most irritating thing is that the other party only sent one apprentice over the disease that gave them such headaches. This was clearly treating them as apprentices.

"You guys are called fierce, you have the ability to show your true skills!"

Huang Xiangbei raised his head and said.

"There are people outside the world, and there is a sky outside the world. You should keep a low profile in your life." He Dongchu, who was sitting next to Qin Fan, said in a deep voice.

"Haha, Senior He, you are a representative figure of the Southern School. You are a master of three-talented acupuncture and rejuvenation. It's a pity that you failed miserably in the competition with my master for the master of Chinese medicine. You may never have the chance to take a step further in this life." Huang Xiangbei looked at him with a sneer. .

"you…"

He Dongchu was so angry that his beard was trembling, and he couldn't even finish his words while pointing at him.

"Uh-huh..." Ding Kang'an quickly spoke up to smooth things over, "I invite you all here today to draw on everyone's strengths and make up for your own weaknesses. By pooling our collective wisdom, we can always cure the old man's illness."

As soon as the host opened his mouth, no matter how angry everyone was, they couldn't stop scolding him.

Just when he was about to move on to the next topic, Ding Hua suddenly stood up and said loudly: "I know a person who is more capable than you all!"

In an instant, the crowd, which had finally calmed down, became excited again.

This short sentence offended almost everyone.

Even Huang Xiangbei couldn't help but look over, his eyes flashing with coldness.

"Xiaohua, what are you talking about? Sit down quickly!"

Ding Haisheng was anxious. The brat said this in front of a group of famous doctors. Wasn't he slapping them in the face?

These famous doctors are all well-known figures, and the Ding family cannot withstand their anger.

"Dad, I'm not talking nonsense. This miracle doctor is Qin Fan. Isn't he known as Sai Huatuo? Which of you is as famous as him?" A strange smile appeared on the corner of Ding Hua's mouth.

Qin Fan frowned slightly, Ding Hua said this in front of everyone, because he wanted to put himself on the fire.

Sure enough, dozens of pairs of eyes focused on him, and everyone had something wrong with their expressions.

"Sai Huatuo? What a great name. In the world of traditional Chinese medicine, who among the eight medical sages of the National Health Commission would dare to use this name?"

"Another arrogant, pretentious person!"

"The reason why traditional Chinese medicine has failed is because it was ruined by people like this!"

For a time, denunciations arose one after another.

Forget Huang Xiangbei's arrogance, who made his master the number one in the South Gate?

Now there is a little-known young man calling himself Sai Huatuo. What is happening to people these days? Is it moral decay or human nature being twisted?

Ding Hua seemed not to notice the almost solidified atmosphere around him, but still said sincerely: "Doctor Qin, you said this yourself. Have you forgotten?"

"I don't know if Divine Doctor Qin said this, but his acupuncture skills are more than ten times better than mine, so it's okay to be called Hua Tuo."

Before Qin Fan opened his mouth, his little fanboy He Dongchu couldn't help but refute.

What's wrong with having such awesome medical skills and an awesome title? Hua Tuo would be very happy if he knew about it. He has a successor.

"That's because your skills are not good!"

At this time, a powerful voice came.

Everyone looked for a voice and saw an old man standing at the door.

Although this old man is old, his skin is still as smooth and white as a child's, and his white hair is shiny, as if coated with a layer of silver luster.

When Huang Xiangbei heard this voice, his pupils shrank, he turned around suddenly and said in disbelief: "Master, why are you here?"

hiss!

Everyone suddenly gasped.

Huang Xiangbei's master, isn't that Xue Delin, the number one in the south gate?

After knowing the identity of the visitor, everyone's eyes were filled with awe.

There are northern and southern schools of Chinese medicine, but their medical skills are not. Being able to become a master of Chinese medicine means that your medical skills have reached a level that future generations cannot match. At the same time, you have also been recognized by the entire Chinese medicine community. Who dares to disrespect such a person?

What's more, the Xue family behind Xue Delin is a famous medical family with a wide reputation. Its origins can be traced back to Xue Lizhai, a famous doctor in the Ming Dynasty. The eight medical books he left behind are still the highest secrets in the traditional Chinese medicine world.

Xue Delin walked into the hall in front of everyone, looked at He Dongchu with a smile and said: "He Dongchu, I haven't seen you for a few years. You are getting more and more alive, and you are not even as good as a little baby."

He Dongchu snorted coldly and said with a stiff smile: "You are looking at the sky from a well. You don't know how big it is outside."

Xue Delin shook his head and said disdainfully: "I am from a medical family and a master of Chinese medicine. I have seen and heard a lot more than you. Do you have the nerve to sit in front of me and watch the sky?"

After saying that, he glanced at Qin Fan with disdain and said, "You are the only one who dares to falsely call Sai Hua Tuo?"

Qin Fan smiled calmly and said: "I never said it, it was just someone else's joke."

He Dongchu refused. He was also a traditional Chinese medicine practitioner from the southern school. Now facing Xue Delin from the northern school, he wanted to regain some ground.

"Xue Delin, Miracle Doctor Qin knows the Thirteen Needles of the Ghost Sect and the Trembling Needle. His skills are on par with Medical Sage Li. Why not call him Sai Hua Tuo?"

"You are really bragging about not drafting. How can a 20-year-old boy know thirteen needles and trembling needles?"

Xue Delin sneered: "Have you, the southern faction, fallen so far that you have to rely on a little baby to support the scene?"

"Just because you haven't seen it, doesn't mean you haven't!" He Dongchu retorted loudly.

"Hey..." Qin Fan patted him on the shoulder and interrupted him: "The benevolent sees benevolence, the wise see wisdom, there is no need to emphasize these things again and again, otherwise you will be inferior."

"Everyone, Mr. Ding is here."

Several nurses in white coats pushed out a hospital bed, and the scrawny old Mr. Ding was lying on it. Everyone's scalp went numb when they saw his miserable condition.