"I have no teacher, I'm self-taught, and I only know a little bit, hehe." Yang Feng smiled faintly, clearly regarding the person who had just mocked him as a clown and ignoring him.
"Self-taught?"
Li Shizhen frowned. He knew that appearances could be deceiving, and one couldn't judge a book by its cover. As a master of traditional Chinese medicine, he then spoke:
"Then tell me more about the old general's illness, and how it can be treated to alleviate it."
That's right, he meant relief, because he didn't believe Yang Feng could cure the old general.
"Relieve it? No need, I can cure him. The treatment will take about a year."
Yang Feng spoke calmly, because with his current expert-level medical skills, he could only alleviate the symptoms. However, given a year, as long as his medical level improved, he should be able to cure the old man.
"Is this for real? A cure in just one year? Look how young he is, does he really know how to treat patients?"
"These days, there are all sorts of swindlers. There are so many top-level medical experts here, and they can't cure him. How could he possibly cure him?"
"Yes, let alone the possibility of a year to cure him, the old general will pass away in just a few days."
"What a brat! He's spouting nonsense. He's probably just trying to scam money. Humph!"
Several medical students secretly cast mocking glances at Yang Feng and whispered among themselves.
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Chapter 87 Super Face-Slapping Mission
"Can you really cure my father?"
It was Lin Yan who spoke at this moment. He stepped forward and walked up to Yang Feng, his brows furrowed with authority, and he was wearing a black suit.
"Yes, give me a year, and I can cure you."
Facing that invisible aura of authority, Yang Feng's face remained unchanged, and he simply said calmly.
A hint of surprise flashed in the depths of Lin Yan's eyes. This young man was so confident; could he really be sure he could cure him?
Li Shizhen suddenly spoke up, "Young man, you say you can treat this, so what method do you plan to use?"
His tone carried a hint of curiosity, because the old general's condition was truly incurable; Western medicine had already diagnosed it as hopeless.
"Naturally, we'll use traditional Chinese medicine methods, acupuncture!"
A slight smile curved Yang Feng's lips, and an aura of confidence emanated from him as he spoke softly.
"Acupuncture?!" "Acupuncture?!"
As soon as he finished speaking, all the doctors in the room were in an uproar, looking at each other in bewilderment.
"That's utter nonsense!!"
A middle-aged Western medicine doctor named Bai Hong, wearing a white coat and gold-rimmed glasses, shouted angrily:
"Acupuncture? Are you a clown sent from Mars? Acupuncture? Traditional Chinese medicine is completely useless at this moment. It's already far behind Western medicine. And you're telling me to use acupuncture? You're so young and you've already learned to lie. You won't achieve much in society in the future."
Hearing his words, many of the people studying traditional Chinese medicine present lowered their heads in shame, their faces turning bright red.
Li Shizhen sighed and said to Yang Feng, "Young man, I think you are studying traditional Chinese medicine like me. With the old general's current condition, acupuncture will not work at all, and will only worsen the condition."
"This kind of person is either a fraud or someone who is not skilled enough. They don't even know about this situation, yet they make random conclusions and call it acupuncture. They are disgracing traditional Chinese medicine. They are bringing shame to our country."
A student of traditional Chinese medicine said angrily, and all the students of traditional Chinese medicine present looked at Yang Feng with indignation.
In their eyes, Yang Feng was a disgrace to traditional Chinese medicine.
"The reputation of traditional Chinese medicine is ruined by people like you who spout nonsense and don't know what they're talking about, hmph!"
An old expert in traditional Chinese medicine snorted coldly and angrily cursed.
"Will it be ruined by me?" Yang Feng sneered and muttered. That's right, according to the medical standards of this world, using acupuncture to treat someone would definitely be called a mentally challenged child.
“None of you understand my brother’s abilities. You are the ignorant ones.”
Hearing so many people laughing and mocking her, Yang Lianqing felt both angry and aggrieved, and blurted out her words without thinking.
She regretted it as soon as she finished speaking, because she really didn't know if Yang Feng knew medicine. Although she didn't know anyone here, they all seemed to be highly skilled in medicine.
"Ha! Your brother's abilities? So you're a pair of fraudulent siblings. No wonder you say that. Scoundrels are scoundrels. I really don't know how your parents even gave birth to you?"
The speaker was Bai Hong, a Western medicine expert. He looked coldly at Yang Feng and the other man and said sarcastically.
Listening to the voices around him, Lin Yan realized that he had probably been deceived. Thinking about it, it made sense. Could someone so young really cure his father?
Obviously, that's impossible.
"I don't know what you're all thinking, but I can definitely cure him. As for whether or not I will..."
Hearing them talk about their parents, Yang Feng's expression changed slightly, and he spoke in a cold voice.
"Okay! You said it can be cured, right? But we have to cure it first before we pay you. Is that okay?"
Lin Yan sneered inwardly and spoke.