The City’s Strongest Immortal Emperor

Why, you are still not convinced that you are a liar? Do you know who is next to me?

The young man stretched out his hand and pointed at Dr. Song: My master is the director of our National Association of Traditional Chinese Medicine, the honorary president of Liaohai Hospital of Traditional Chinese Medicine, and a well-known expert in traditional Chinese medicine, Dr. Song Shixian Song. Even his old man can't cure the disease. You Say you can be cured, who do you think you are?

Chen Bin, what are you talking about so useless?

Song Shixian reprimanded pretending to be displeased, but it is not difficult to see his pride from his slightly raised chin.

Young man, you are also a medical student? Which medical school did you graduate from? Which hospital do you work in now? I really want to know which old friend has produced a talent like you.

Song Shixian said with a condescending attitude.

His words are not bragging. With his qualifications in the medical field, his friends are almost all over the Shengtian medical system. If Ye Chen is really a doctor and still works in Shengtian City, he really can't exceed his network. .

Chen Bin followed up and said, Boy, let me tell you, there is not a single director of any well-known hospital in Shengtian City who doesn't know my master.

Just one word from my master can make you valued by the leaders in the unit, and in turn can make you reveal your true colors and ruin your future. If you talk nonsense in front of my master, you'd better think about the consequences first!

Ye Chen smiled faintly: I'm afraid I will disappoint Mr. Song. I neither graduated from a medical school nor worked in a hospital.

I don't make a living in the hospital at all, how good you are in the medical system of Shengtian City has something to do with me?

Chen Bin's face froze suddenly.

He wanted to pretend to be aggressive, but he turned into a wink and threw it at the blind man.

It's like a hard punch with enough energy has hit a ball of soft cotton, not to mention how depressing it is.

Song Shixian's face was somewhat solemn: Didn't you graduate from a medical school? Then which family of traditional Chinese medicine did you come from? Or did you inherit it from which medical master? Who is your master?

Although it is generally said that looking at evidence is better than looking at people in society, an old Chinese doctor like him knows very well that those graduates from so-called regular medical schools are actually more like quick-finished products trained by assembly-line education. I am afraid that many people will not even see the medical equipment for illness.

If we really want to talk about medical skills, it is still some old Chinese doctors or medical families who teach from master to disciple, and those who are taught by the traditional model of father to son have more real talents and practical learning.

After all, a student in a medical school, even if it is a combination of undergraduate and master's degree, usually only takes five or six years to start working, during which most of the time is often wasted on things that have nothing to do with medicine. Only the students themselves know how many things they have learned.

However, according to the education model passed down from master to apprentice by the older generation, a master only leads two or three apprentices, and they are often taught from childhood to adulthood. To truly become a teacher, the painstaking efforts and energy expended are not at the same level.

The people taught in this way are certainly not comparable to those so-called medical school graduates.

Ye Chen still shook his head: I am not from a medical family, nor do I have any masters.

His medical skills are basically from the practitioners who devoured and plundered in the previous life. Those people are just his prey, and of course they are not his masters.

How dare you say that you are not a liar. You are neither a graduate of a major nor have a master to teach you, so why do you dare to treat people? Do you think you are the reincarnation of Hua Tuo and Bian Que reborn?

That Chen Bin thought he had finally caught Ye Chen's sore spot, and shouted loudly.

It's just nonsense! Song Shixian shook his head and said angrily, I, Song Shixian, have been immersed in this medicine and stone technique for many years, and I am helpless to deal with Mr. Wang's condition. What do you rely on, an arrogant person with no education and no teacher?

How dare you say that you can cure Wang Lao's illness just by looking at it?

At this time, he also agreed with his apprentice's point of view.

TCM diagnosis focuses on looking, smelling, asking, and feeling. Although it does not require a variety of medical devices to check and test like Western medicine, it also requires multiple methods to diagnose a person's illness.

Like Ye Chen, passing by and taking a look, dared to say that he could cure the patient, even if Hua Tuo reincarnated and Bian Que was reborn, he might not be able to do it.

How could this kid, He De, dare to be so crazy? What is not a liar?

Everyone present looked at Ye Chen questioningly, and it seemed to Ye Chen that many people had already identified him as a liar in their hearts.

Elder Wang also watched with great interest.

Unexpectedly, Ye Chen just smiled lightly: Since I dare to say that, I have my reasons, but it doesn't seem to have anything to do with you, Mr. Song, does it?

Why doesn't it matter? Song Shixian said eloquently, Mr. Wang is my patient. As a doctor, of course I am responsible for my patient. If you want to treat the old man, you must first let me see if you have real talents.

That's right.

Elder Wang also stroked his beard lightly and nodded.

Young man, if you really want to treat this old man, you have to let him see what skills you have, right? Otherwise, I don't dare to toss my old bones casually.

I think you may have made a mistake.

Facing the scrutiny of everyone, the corners of Ye Chen's mouth turned up slightly, with a hint of sarcasm on his face, and he looked at Mr. Wang.

Old man, I am not your subordinate, nor am I the one who needs to curry favor with you.

It's not that I'm begging to treat you, but that I'm willing to give you a chance to completely cure your chronic illness. I don't have the need or the obligation to prove it to you. If you don't believe me, then it's okay gone.

Shrugging his shoulders as he spoke, he bypassed Wang Lao and the others and walked towards the elevator.

Being in a hurry is not a business, and sometimes the effect of playing hard to get will be better.

Wait!

Sure enough, before he got into the elevator, Elder Wang spoke out.

brush! brush!

Two figures immediately stopped in front of Ye Chen, they were the two bodyguards of Mr. Wang.

Mr. Wang, what do you mean?

Ye Chen turned around and asked in a deep voice.

A gleam flashed in Wang Lao's eyes, and he asked instead: Young man, can you really cure this old man?

Of course, I never speak big words.

Then tell me, what kind of disease does this old man have?

This is actually still a test, but Wang Lao's attitude is not as condescending as before, but he puts his attitude on a relatively equal position.

Ye Chen also knew that it was time to show the other party something real.

Immediately said: The problem with you is actually not a disease at all, or the root of the disease is not a disease, but because you have been poisoned!

what?!

Elder Wang, Song Shixian and others all looked shocked!