C12 Young Uncle-master

Huang Shicheng waved his hand, and Falcon retreated. Lee Yifann was not blindfolded. Huang Shicheng led the way side by side, while the doctors behind each had their own freedom.

Lee Yifann clicked his tongue in wonder. This base was completely modern, and it was a lot more advanced than the outside. Looking at the various weapons in the surroundings, it was even a military base.

After Huang Shicheng and Falcon's fingerprint identified a few thick doors, the group arrived at a large conference room. Before they entered, they could already hear the noise.

Lee Yifann heard his martial nephew Yang Shaocheng's discussion from afar.

"Godly doctors, I'll see you guys off here. When we go back, I'll still be in charge of your safety, so I'm looking forward to your results."

Falcon opened the blindfold for them and stood motionlessly in the doorway. Soon after, the rest of the group walked in.

The atmosphere inside was heavy, and the discussions were intense. There were no less than a hundred doctors in the meeting room.

Lee Yifann found out that most of these people had appeared in medical journals before. They were either academicians or expert professors, and there weren't many people as young as him.

Yang Shaocheng was a 50-year-old old man with a small build. However, he had bright eyes and was able to see Lee Yifann at a glance.

"Old Song, my Martial Uncle is here. There's hope for Old Hero's illness this time." Yang Shaocheng said to Soong Bingcheng, who was beside him with a glowing face.

Soong Bingcheng looked around, but he didn't see anyone who looked like Yang Shao's Martial Uncle, so he said, "There's someone strange among the people that came today, maybe he's even stronger than you, Martial Uncle."

He and Yang Shaocheng had been close friends for many years. As Fellow of the Engineering Institution, the two of them often liked to bicker with each other.

"Don't look down on me, Martial Uncle, because I'm young, but he has inherited all of my ancestor's legacy. Don't underestimate him. Come, I'll bring you to see me, Martial Uncle."

Yang Shaocheng and Lee Yifann used to meet frequently, and Lee Chunfeng's disciple would visit him every holiday.

"Director Huang, Martial Uncle, you're here!" Yang Shaocheng greeted the two from a distance, causing everyone's gaze to be attracted over.

Yang Shaocheng was the Vice President of the People's Hospital, and he held a high position. Moreover, his medical skills were extraordinary, so he was very spirited when using the main knife of traditional Chinese medicine.

"Martial Nephew's in a good mood, hurry up and tell me where the patient is. After I'm done, I still need to go back and rest!" Lee Yifann nodded and replied.

The moment Lee Yifann opened his mouth, the entire hall quietened down. No matter what you promised him by being called Martial Uncle, he didn't even look at how old he was and wasn't afraid of losing his lifespan.

However, when Yang Shaocheng accompanied them with a smile and shouted at Martial Uncle to bow and bow towards Lee Yifann, their jaws almost dropped out of shock.

When Song Bingcheng heard this, he was also stunned.

He didn't expect that Martial Uncle, who came out of nowhere, would actually be so young.

Yang Shao's medical skills were already very strong, how strong was his Martial Uncle?

It was hard to imagine.

"Everyone, wait a little longer. The inspection report for today will be out soon. When that happens, everyone can recommend themselves for medical treatment." "This is already the tenth stage of the visit. I hope that we can at least confirm the cause of the disease today."

The moment Huang Shicheng opened his mouth, everyone frowned.

After reading the report, everyone understood that this illness was very thorny. Many people gathered together and began to communicate.

Obviously, this is a very rare disease, and what makes it even more difficult for doctors is that the patient's physical fitness is still within the range of health, making it difficult to determine the specific cause of the disease.

The first to enter was TCM, but not long after, they walked out dejectedly. It was obvious that they had not made any progress.

Lee Yifann thought to himself, although the medical skills of these few people couldn't be considered a godly doctor, but they could still be considered as the top doctors of a region. They didn't even manage to discover anything, so it seemed like this "patient." It was indeed a little troublesome.

Soong Bingcheng walked forward and asked in confusion, "What's going on inside? Can't find out anything about the cause of disease?"

"The patient was very uncooperative and just sat there for us to observe. He was very negative and irritable." One of them wearing a long robe said. His collar was clearly wrinkled, so it should have been grabbed by a patient.

"Don't try to find excuses, the failure of your Chinese medicine is something that has been decided a long time ago. It's already so many years ago, and you still need to see a doctor."

A scornful snort came from the hall, so the doctors all noticed. He was a young man wearing a white coat, with very stylish hair. The front was slightly yellow, and he was, to be honest, handsome.

The Chinese medical doctors present immediately revealed a face of anger. However, they were indeed the ones who couldn't find the root of the problem. All of them immediately lowered their heads.

Seeing that the Chinese medicine students had stopped talking, the young man became even more arrogant, and added with a sneer: "Chinese medicine? "In my opinion, they're just a bunch of swindlers selling salve."

"How can you say that? If Chinese medicine can't do it, how about western medicine? If you have the ability, find the cause and let big guy see! "

The Chinese medical doctors who were being retorted against could no longer bear it as they loudly said as well. Very quickly, the Chinese medicine and western medicine were divided into two factions.

At the beginning, the noise was getting louder and louder as they pushed each other back and forth.

"Now, Korean has already applied for the world cultural heritage for Chinese medicine. You Chinese medicine can't even protect your own home, yet you still have the face to compare with us western medicine?"

"A group of rotten and stubborn feudal lords, and there's actually someone wearing a long robe? Look, there's even someone wearing a middle mountain uniform over there, how hilarious."

"If you just casually find some flowers and herbs on the mountain, you can take them out and use them to deceive others. I wonder how you managed to cheat your way through all these thousands of years of China."

It was not easy for Western medicine to find an opportunity to attack Chinese medicine, so how could they let it go? They immediately began bombarding him, and the bickering between the two became more and more intense.

Although Lee Yifann was not usually serious, as long as it was related to his field of specialization, he would be very serious. After all, he was a part of Chinese medicine, so being mocked in such a way, wouldn't Chinese medicine scold him as well? He frowned and was about to speak.

At this time, Soong Bingcheng spoke first, "Dongfaang Xiang, although you have earned a doctorate in Chinese medicine in all four countries, but with a vast and profound knowledge of Chinese medicine, how can a brat like you deny it so easily?"

Lee Yifann shook his head when he heard Soong Bingcheng's words. He didn't want to get involved in such a small matter. It was too embarrassing for him. Since Soong Bingcheng had spoken, he was free to do so.

Dongfaang Xiang said in disdain, "Deny? Take a good look. This is the latest product developed by the World Western Association. It can be used to scan the human body's body surface, blood, bone, subcutaneous tissue, cells, etc. With this, no matter what kind of illness you have, there's nowhere you can hide. "

"Today, I want to use facts to prove that you Chinese medicine can cure it, we Western Medicine can cure it too, and we Western Medicine can treat what you cannot cure." Dongfaang Xiang straightened his white coat and put on his snow-white gloves. He carried the silver-gray metal box in his hand and walked inside with a few of the top doctors who volunteered to be his assistants.