Chapter 567: 149: Ho dical treatnt, slapping Ji Rou_4
Ni Yang’s actions not only took Ji Rou by surprise but also Mr. Abner.
He never expected that Ni Yang would be able to strike back so beautifully in front of the powerful Ji Rou.
A person who can speak French so fluently mustn’t have poor dical skills.
You should know, French is one of the top ten hardest languages in the world to learn.
Even Ji Rou, who had lived in F Country for seven or eight years, only managed to learn it so fluently.
“Divine Doctor, please, co with .” To show his respect for Ni Yang, Mr. Abner still spoke in Chinese.
“Mr. Abner!” Ji Rou was not satisfied.
“Miss Ji, I think you should be clear about your status.” While saying this neutrally, Ji Rou shivered all over.
What was her status?
At best, she was just a senior assistant to Mr. Abner.
Wang Yili glanced at Ji Rou with a cold hum and walked straight past her.
Wang Yizhong also showed no friendly face toward Ji Rou.
Ji Rou’s face was uglier than it ever had been before, but she had to suppress her anger and follow behind the group.
She was eager to see what kind of abilities Ni Yang actually had!
Mr. Abner’s mother was staying on the third floor.
The bedroom was large, well ventilated, and almost odorless.
“This is my mother,” said Mr. Abner, pointing to the middle-aged woman lying on the bed.
Mr. Abner’s mother was 47 years old. Her na was Georgia.
Georgia was covered in tubes for life support. She didn’t look frail like a typical patient, but was rather radiant. If it weren’t for the tubes in her body, anyone would think she was healthy.
Ni Yang had never seen such a phenonon.
It was Wang Yili’s first ti seeing Georgia. He turned his head to Wang Yizhong and said, “Strange, I’ve never seen a patient like this.”
Ni Yang didn’t say much, instead, she sat down beside Georgia and reached out her hand to feel her pulse, concentrating on her diagnosis.
The only sound in the ward was the beeping of the heart monitor.
After a while, Ni Yang slowly opened her eyes.
Mr. Abner asked anxiously, “How is it? Divine Doctor, can my mother be saved?”
His mother’s illness had been going on for too long. Each day felt like torture to her.
Seeing his mother like this, as a son, Mr. Abner was truly distressed.
“Your mother is suffering from Cold Syndro. Don’t worry, it’s not a serious illness,” Ni Yang said lightly.
Not a serious illness?
Georgia’s illness had stumped both Western and Traditional Chinese dicine practitioners, yet Ni Yang casually stated it wasn’t a serious illness. Was she being overconfident?
Even Wang Yizhong felt Ni Yang was being unreasonable.
“Miss Ni, are you saying that you’re confident you can cure Mrs. Georgia’s illness?” Ji Rou asked.
“Yes,” Ni Yang nodded.
“Even the professors of Western dicine in M Country couldn’t diagnose Mrs. Georgia’s condition, and yet you say it’s not a serious illness. Do you believe you have more authority than the professors? Oh, I forgot to ask earlier, do you have a dical license? How many years have you been practicing dicine?” Ji Rou asked aggressively.
Ni Yang laughed and said, “It’s not that I’m better than foreign professors. Sotis, so dical conditions can’t be diagnosed with machines. Western dicine has its strengths, and so does Traditional Chinese dicine. If Traditional Chinese dicine was truly useless, it wouldn’t have been passed down for five thousand years in China, and you wouldn’t be here.”
Ni Yang didn’t an to belittle Western dicine.
This statent was made with great confidence and poise.
If this had been a Western doctor, they probably wouldn’t have this kind of tolerance. This is the legacy of five thousand years of Traditional Chinese dicine.
Ji Rou bit her lip, “Miss Ni, you’re really good at avoiding the main point! I asked if you have a dical license!”
Ni Yang laughed and said, “Of course I have a dical license. Otherwise, I wouldn’t be practicing dicine.” Ni Yang pulled out a Traditional Chinese dicine certification from her bag.
Ever since she had successfully treated Mo Hudie, Ni Yang had taken the ti to obtain her Traditional Chinese dicine certification.
Now, she is a certified Traditional Chinese doctor.
This certificate couldn’t be fake, could it?
Ji Rou had so doubts but had nothing more to say.
Ni Yang looked at Mr. Abner and asked, “Did your mother go to the mountains for a trip two years ago and co back with a serious illness?”
Mr. Abner thought for a mont, then said, “Yes, that’s correct.”
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