"No, no, I was wrong. I misspoke, and I apologize. Sir, please don't say anything more. If this really blows up into a huge ss, how will we resolve it? If these South Koreans actually pull out of an international seminar like that, the consequences could be severe. The governnt would be furious! Please, just stop talking." The flight attendant's face paled as she spoke, apologizing again to the Koreans while urgently pulling Chen Fei aside.
She was genuinely terrified that things would escalate. If those Koreans really withdrew from the international seminar on traditional dicine, it would be a massive disaster! How could Chen Fei possibly bear that responsibility?
"Bro…" Even Liu Chudong's expression shifted slightly. While his status ant he didn't particularly care about these damn Koreans, if the situation escalated to the point of damaging the international reputation and image of their country's traditional dicine, he knew it would beco a thorny issue.
"In my opinion, respect is sothing you earn for yourself, not sothing you beg from others," Chen Fei said coolly, unconcerned. "So-called Korean dicine is, at best, practiced by a bunch of ungrateful descendants who only have a superficial understanding of our traditional dicine. Since they look down on our Traditional dicine Seminar of Huaxia, they can get the hell out. We, the practitioners of Huaxia's traditional dicine, have no respect for them!"
"You're a practitioner of traditional dicine?" Huang Kaisheng's expression changed.
"I am," Chen Fei nodded.
"You claim to be a practitioner of traditional dicine?"
The Korean woman with glasses looked at Chen Fei as if she'd just heard the biggest joke in the world. A mocking sneer spread across her face. "A young man like you, who probably can't even recite the basics of pharmacology, the five elents, and yin-yang theory, dares to call himself a practitioner of traditional dicine? Do you have any idea how long Doctor Song has been studying Korean dicine? It has been over fifty years, starting from when he was a child! What qualifications do you have to discuss dical skills in front of Doctor Song? How arrogant and ignorant!"
"That's right! I, Huang Kaisheng, have studied traditional dicine for over thirty years since childhood, and I'm still not even a fraction of what Doctor Song is. What are you, so greenhorn? You dare to discuss dical skills? You're a disgrace!" Huang Kaisheng added with a scornful laugh.
In his mind, a young man like Chen Fei, barely in his twenties, probably hadn't even morized the *Treatise on Cold Damage and Miscellaneous Diseases*. To boast about his dical skills and call himself a practitioner of traditional dicine was utterly pathetic and an embarrassnt.
Just then, the woman in glasses babbled sothing to the sixty-sothing-year-old Song Jinhu, whose face imdiately filled with disdain.
"Do you understand English?" he asked, walking up to Chen Fei. He looked down on him from a position of extre superiority, his tone dripping with arrogant mockery. "You're a practitioner of traditional dicine? In South Korea, young n your age are usually very humble. I do not believe dical skill is sothing that can be achieved overnight; it requires constant, diligent accumulation over many years! Stop making such empty boasts. Are you even worthy?"
"Excellent! Doctor Song is absolutely right!" Huang Kaisheng, who apparently understood so English, imdiately began to clap fawningly. He declared with an air of righteousness, "Exactly! Whether it's traditional Chinese dicine or Korean dicine, it is a profession that demands daily accumulation and persistent effort! It's not for people who only know how to make grand statents. Discuss dical skills? Is a naive whelp like you even qualified to discuss dicine with Doctor Song?"
"Can you shut your damn mouth?"
Even with his usually calm temperant, Chen Fei couldn't stop himself from cursing.
Excellent? Excellent, my ass! This guy is kissing up to these damn Koreans as if they were his own parents.
"You…" Huang Kaisheng was so enraged at being publicly humiliated that he could only point a trembling finger at Chen Fei, his face ashen and speechless.
"You what? Moron, get the hell out of the way. You're an utter disgrace to the people of Huaxia." A sharp slap cut him off as Liu Chudong, seething with anger, struck him across the face.
The slap was not light; everyone who witnessed it couldn't help but flinch.
"You say I don't understand dical skills?"
At that mont, Chen Fei's eyes, black as lacquer and clear as glass, fixed coldly on Song Jinhu. Fluent English rolled off his tongue effortlessly. "It's true that I have only touched the surface of traditional dicine. But as for people like you, and your Korean dicine? That all seems like sothing our ancestors grew tired of and threw away. I really don't see what gives you the right to be so confident in front of ."
With that, he took a step forward, looming over the older man. His dark eyes bored into him as he asked icily, "Do you really think your dical skills are superior to mine?"
The sheer force of his domineering aura made Song Jinhu instinctively take a step back.
After retreating, however, his expression twisted with sha and anger. He surged forward again, poking a finger into Chen Fei's chest. "What an arrogant, ignorant whelp! Do you not know who I am? I am Song Jinhu, recipient of the highest dical achievent award in the Republic of Korea! I have treated representatives from the LG Group on more than one occasion! My fee for a single consultation is never less than one hundred thousand US dollars! Have you ever even seen that much money? What right does a wet-behind-the-ears brat like you have to discuss dical skills with , Song Jinhu?" It was clear he was lashing out in a fit of rage.
His status was imnse. He was currently the most formidable practitioner of Korean dicine in the Republic of Korea, a winner of the highest dical achievent award. He had treated high-ranking figures from massive conglorates like LG, SK, and Three Stars, commanding fees of at least one hundred thousand US dollars every ti. When had he ever been berated so openly by a young man, let alone a practitioner of traditional dicine from Huaxia?
"Mr. Song, are you saying that Doctor Chen's dical skills are inferior to yours?" Just as Song Jinhu's furious words faded, a strained, elderly voice speaking unfamiliar English ca from behind them.
Song Jinhu, the woman in glasses, and the other Korean doctors traveling with them all spun around, their expressions changing drastically. A white-haired old man, flanked by a group of people, was walking into the cabin, a displeased look on his face.
This white-haired elder was none other than Elder Du!
It was obvious Song Jinhu and his group had t Elder Du before. They knew he was one of the most respected traditional dicine doctors in the Jiangnan region of Huaxia. But they never expected to encounter him here. Worse, judging by Elder Du's attitude, he seed to be on the side of that detestable young man from Huaxia! The faces of the South Koreans instantly turned pale.
The sa mocking question carried a completely different weight coming from Elder Du than it did from Chen Fei. In fact, that one simple sentence from the elder felt like a resounding slap across Song Jinhu's face.
"Wow!"
"Isn't that Elder Du from the Traditional dicine Affiliated Hospital of Northern Mountain? I heard he's the most formidable traditional dicine doctor in our Jiangnan region, even better than the experts in Capital City."
"Of course! Didn't you know Elder Du has treated national leaders? They say he holds a position in the Central Health Bureau. Many old cadres with health problems travel all the way to Jiangnan just to see him. Is Elder Du also going to Capital City for that traditional dicine seminar?"
A buzz of excitent went through the passengers. Clearly, many of them recognized Elder Du.
Witnessing this, both Flight Attendant Qinglan and Liu Chudong were dumbstruck. They never imagined Elder Du would actually side with Chen Fei. And that form of address, "Doctor Chen?" That was a title reserved for equals! Could it be…
"Doctor Du, hello. Are you also taking this flight to Capital City for this year's Traditional dicine Seminar?" Song Jinhu asked, his face looking strained as he addressed Elder Du with forced politeness. No matter how arrogant he had been monts before, when faced with a titan of traditional dicine like Elder Du, he didn't dare act out of line. After all…
However, Elder Du completely ignored him. He turned directly to Chen Fei and smiled. "Doctor Chen, it's been a long ti. Has that wound of yours healed properly?"
"It's completely healed, see?" Chen Fei smiled and pulled his collar open slightly, revealing a smooth, unblemished neck.
"It has recovered so perfectly!? As expected of Doctor Chen. Your dical skills are truly beyond my reach."
Elder Du sighed in deep admiration. He had seen it with his own eyes—a gunshot wound, the bullet striking him in such a sensitive and critical area as the neck. It had been such a severe injury, yet in such a short ti, it had healed completely, without a trace. He truly was worthy of the title Doctor Chen.
At Elder Du's words, Song Jinhu's face turned exceptionally ugly, as if he'd been viciously slapped again. He had just been belittling Chen Fei, claiming he knew nothing of dicine, but now…
"Mr. Chen, from what I saw… was there so sort of misunderstanding?" Elder Du asked, turning back to Chen Fei.
"A misunderstanding? I wouldn't call it that," Chen Fei said directly, seeing no reason to be indirect with an old acquaintance like Elder Du. "These damn Koreans were causing a ruckus the mont they got on the plane, acting like they owned the place. This flight attendant kindly reminded them to be mindful of their conduct in a public space, but they bit back, accusing us of slander and disrespect. They even threatened to call the police and pull out of the 7th Traditional dicine Seminar of Huaxia as leverage. On top of that, this Doctor Song here seems very confident in his own skills, and he seems to think I'm his inferior."
He shook his head, a look of disdain and mockery on his face. "You know I can't usually be bothered with such trivial matters. But these people were just so disgusting that I felt compelled to indulge them a little."
Who doesn't know how to act all high and mighty? Especially when our very own Chen Fei, Young Master Chen, decides to put on an air of supre confidence. He could do it in his sleep, casually, with a flick of his wrist, could he not?
His current attitude and tone made it seem as if Song Jinhu was nothing more than an insignificant speck in his eyes… which, in fact, was the truth.
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