As soon as Bai Yunfei left, Hu Wansan turned his head to ask, "I hear Mr. Ye runs a clinic. May I know the scale of your clinic and your revenue?"
Ye Fei replied honestly, "It’s of a moderate scale, with over forty people including doctors, nurses, and other staff mbers. As for the revenue, it’s roughly less than ten million per month."
"Less than ten million? So that adds up to just over a billion a year, huh?"
Hu Wansan almost laughed out loud, his look at Ye Fei filled with even more contempt.
"Ah, so after all this fuss, the annual inco of your clinic isn’t even higher than the monthly revenue of the smallest departnt in my smallest hospital. It’s really quite ager."
Ye Fei knew this guy was blatantly belittling him.
Out of respect for Bai Yunfei, he chose not to engage with him.
However, to Hu Wansan, Ye Fei’s tolerance was interpreted as fear.
Far from holding back, he continued to target Ye Fei.
"Little Ye, do you know the worth of the people sitting in this box?"
Ye Fei didn’t speak.
Hu Wansan curled his lip. "Pick anyone here at random, their worth is above fifty billion! I’m just wondering, how can you sit with us without feeling embarrassed?"
Ye Fei turned his head, his gaze growing colder.
"I was invited by President Bai, so why should I feel embarrassed?"
"Hahaha!"
Hu Wansan laughed with his head thrown back.
"Do you really not know why you were invited?"
"What should I know?" Ye Fei countered.
Hu Wansan wanted to continue, but the other moguls, fearing an ugly scene, quickly gave him aningful looks, trying to stop him.
But he acted as if he didn’t see them at all, remaining self-willed.
Seeing this, the other moguls no longer tried to persuade him.
Although they were peers, Hu Wansan’s influence was clearly higher than the others by half a notch.
Nobody wanted to offend him lightly.
"What should you know?"
Hu Wansan continued.
"Madam Bai had been sick for so many years; how could it be possible that she was cured by a damn piece of paper with a charm on it? That’s just nonsense."
"Then how do you say Madam Bai’s illness was cured?" Ye Fei asked with a faint smile.
"Of course it was by the doctors in my hospital, after so many years of relentless effort—that’s how she was cured! You rely happened to show up on the day she recovered!"
Hu Wansan said, pursing his lips.
Since Hu Wansan had opened several large-scale hospitals in Qingyun Province, he had also gathered a group of well-known doctors under him.
And Madam Bai’s private dical team was made up mainly of Hu Wansan’s most renowned Western doctors.
Although Madam Bai’s condition hadn’t improved after years of treatnt,
Hu Wansan was always confident that illness, like drawing silk from a cocoon, would eventually be healed by his prestigious doctors.
If even his team were powerless, then in this world, surely no one else could manage.
But there was this one traditional Chinese dicine practitioner, who hadn’t even shown his face and simply with a prescription charm, had cured Madam Bai’s disease.
In his view, this was absolutely impossible.
The only possibility was...
His team had actually cured the disease, and Ye Fei just happened to co along and benefit from it.
"Happenstance?" Ye Fei was almost brought to laughter by the claim.
"Exactly! Just happenstance!"
Hu Wansan insisted and then began to mock traditional Chinese dicine.
"No offense, but how can those outdated practices of traditional Chinese dicine cure diseases? If they could, there would be no need for injections or surgeries, everyone could just dig up so herbs from the ground to eat every day, and live to be hundred! Hahahaha!"
At Hu Wansan’s words, the other moguls could not help but laugh along.
But these words enraged Ye Fei.
"So what you an to say is, traditional Chinese dicine is inferior to Western dicine?"
Hu Wansan hurriedly gestured with his hands. "I didn’t say that. What I ant was, traditional Chinese dicine is entirely a scam, it’s rubbish! How can it be comparable to Western dicine? One is science; the other is just a charlatan’s pseudoscience!"
"A profound scholarly field that has existed for thousands of years, and you’re calling it a charlatan’s trick?"
Ye Fei frowned fiercely.
But Hu Wansan didn’t care at all, continuing to spout his opinionated nonsense.
"What damn scholarly field—spare the nonsense! Haven’t you seen all those public intellectuals saying so? Traditional Chinese dicine is a grand deception in the thousands of years of Chinese history! How many people has it saved over those years?"
"Now, how many people believe in traditional Chinese dicine? Isn’t that evident from the scale and revenue of your clinic?"
"I’ll lay it out for you—in a few more years, traditional Chinese dicine will be completely eliminated by Western dicine!"
Ye Fei looked at Hu Wansan as one would look at an idiot, his laugh cold. "Ignorant people always make astonishing statents."
"You dare call ignorant?! How dare you!"
Hu Wansan also got fiery, suddenly standing up.
The other moguls, worried the altercation might escalate, quickly intervened.
"Let it go, let it go, Brother Hu, everyone is entitled to their own opinion, there’s no need to get angry!"
"Right, right. Hey! Look, Brother Bai has finished talking; the first antique auction item is about to be presented! Let’s also perk up and get ready to make a bid!"
Hu Wansan glanced upstage and with a cold snort of his nose, grudgingly backed down.
anwhile, Ye Fei keenly sensed that in a dark corner of the box, a sinister murderous aura was stirring.
A subtle, intriguing smile curled at the corner of his mouth.
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