Chapter 397: Chapter 279 Discussion_2
“You must be Qiani, right? Haha, your Aunt Xu told about you, a top student from the Yale School of dicine interested in traditional Chinese dicine—that’s really rare. If you have any questions about Chinese dicine in the future, feel free to ask . Your Uncle Xie is also quite renowned in the realm of Chinese dicine,”
The middle-aged man was nad Xie Zhengren, a disciple of a master of Chinese dicine and himself a famous traditional Chinese physician in his province. He was the deputy director of the First People’s Hospital, quite a distinguished figure, speaking with full confidence.
He believed there were few in the province whose dical skills surpassed his and that Sheng Qiani should feel honored to receive his guidance.
After speaking, he did not forget to promote his own son. Smiling, he said, “Although Wenlong’s dical skills are not yet top-notch, he has reached entry-level. In fact, for general problems, you only need to consult him. You two should interact more often; he can learn Western dicine from you, and you can learn Chinese dicine from him, benefiting from each other’s strengths.”
Xie Wenlong imdiately nodded and smiled, adding, “Right, right, I’m also very interested in Western dicine; we can learn from each other.”
At this point, Sheng Qiani felt sowhat displeased with this family and shook her head, saying, “Thank you for your kind offer, Uncle, but if I have any questions, I’ll just consult Liu Wentian.”
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Upon hearing this, Xie Zhengren’s face stiffened and then turned sour. He hadn’t expected Sheng Qiani to be so impolite. He had just offered his help, and she had said she would rather turn to a self-taught individual for answers!
“Well, in that case, forget it!” Xie Zhengren had been well-known for a long ti and was too proud to tolerate such disrespect from a junior; with a dark face, he promptly walked away.
“Qiani, what are you saying? How can this boy compare to your Uncle Xie and Wenlong? You’re just too young, you don’t understand Chinese dicine, and thus, you are easily deceived!”
Aunt Xu, looking disgustedly at Liu Wentian, scolded Sheng Qiani and then hurried after her husband.
Seeing his parents leave, Xie Wenlong beca a bit furious and said, “Qiani, how can you—”
He was cut off by Sheng Qiani.
“Mr. Xie, it would be better if you just called Miss Sheng. Also, do not question Liu Wentian’s dical skills. I don’t think you’re qualified to!”
At her words, Xie Wenlong’s face turned unsightly. He hadn’t expected Sheng Qiani to be so blunt and grew even more annoyed at Liu Wentian, choosing to remain silent.
Yet, he still occasionally glanced at Liu Wentian with disdain, his face betraying an expression that seed to say, ‘sooner or later, I’ll expose you as a fraud.’
Soon, the conference began.
Xie Zhengren was the first to step up, smiling broadly as he said, “Ladies and gentlen, I am delighted that today we can gather here, the practitioners of Chinese dicine from our province, to hold this grand event. I am honored to be the organizer of this conference. Hehe, many here are my seniors, so I won’t say too much. We gathered here today not only to exchange dical knowledge but also to discuss how to popularize Chinese dicine and navigate it out of its current predicants. In a little while, my teacher, who has not visited our province for many years, will also co. He has said that he dearly misses everyone here.”
Instantly, many in the audience, including so elderly people with greying temples, showed faces full of expectation and respect, clearly holding Xie Zhengren’s teacher in high regard.
Xie Zhengren smiled at the crowd’s reaction, pleased, then glanced at Liu Wentian and suddenly said, “By the way, I think we should also discuss dical ethics today. One reason for the decline of Chinese dicine is that so practitioners lack both skill and ethics, infiltrating the sphere of Chinese dicine to swindle and boast!”
The crowd nodded in agreent, clearly endorsing his viewpoint.
Liu Wentian, sitting among them, certainly understood that Xie Zhengren’s words were aid at him. He smiled but paid it no mind; it wasn’t worth standing up and arguing, as that would be pointless.
When Xie Wenlong heard this, he knew his father’s words targeted Liu Wentian. With even more disdain for Liu Wentian, he could not help but turn back to Sheng Qiani and smile, saying, “Miss Sheng, since you’re interested in Chinese dicine, you should indeed get to know my master. Hehe, my master is none other than Elder Gu Daosong, a prominent figure in the world of Chinese dicine. How about I introduce you to him later?”
As he spoke, his expression was proud; Gu Daosong was a paramount figure in the world of Chinese dicine, one of the few master practitioners!
This man was his master. In his view, compared to Liu Wentian, he was nothing but dregs.
Sheng Qiani, originally maintaining a cool deanor, was sowhat surprised upon hearing Xie Wenlong’s words; she hadn’t realized that Xie Wenlong’s family had connections to the renowned physician Elder Gu Daosong, and that Xie Wenlong was even his disciple.
Elder Gu Daosong—she certainly knew of him. Anyone with the slightest knowledge of Chinese dicine would recognize his great na.
This respected elder was admired not only for his miraculous healing skills but also for his noble character.
He had devoted his life to promoting Chinese dicine, striving to lead it out of its difficulties and to greater prominence.
Sheng Qiani indeed wanted to et this revered physician, but she preferred not to do so through Xie Wenlong. After pondering for a mont, she shook her head and said, “I’ve indeed heard of Elder Gu Daosong and hold him in high regard, but let’s not waste his ti; my knowledge of Chinese dicine is only superficial.”
“It’s no trouble at all; he’s my master. There’s nothing to worry about,” Xie Wenlong hurriedly reassured her, smiling.
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