Chapter 1392: Chapter 1393: Charlatan
Xiao Chen glanced at those people disdainfully.
Things that just echo others’ opinions—can they really cure diseases?
Traditional Chinese dicine is often criticized largely because of so irresponsible doctors recklessly treating patients.
But he didn’t care to bother with these idiots. The premium tea provided at the venue was too good to waste.
Just as the crowd was grumbling, Yao Ce arrived.
As the organizer of this event.
Yao Ce’s arrival naturally drew everyone’s attention.
Even Shang Bianque stood up and shook hands with Yao Ce, appearing very familiar with him.
“President Yao, since you’re here, shall we get started?”
Shang Bianque looked at Yao Ce and said.
“Let’s wait for a little while. Zhong Beiyue and Nan Tiann haven’t arrived yet.”
Yao Ce checked the ti and smiled, “The table has top-notch West Lake Longjing Tea and refreshnts; please take your ti and enjoy.”
Upon hearing that Zhong Beiyue and Nan Tiann were coming, Shang Bianque sneered but said nothing.
Clearly, his relationship with the other two wasn’t too great.
However, the other doctors and corporate representatives showed expressions of admiration.
They feared Shang Bianque.
They completely revered the other two.
“I never expected that all three National dical Saints could actually gather together. That’s truly amazing.”
Everyone was thrilled.
Previously, having Shang Bianque attend alone was considered a miracle.
After all, in past Chinese dicine symposiums, many had invited all three Saints, but the results were rarely satisfactory because the three of them generally wouldn’t show up.
On rare occasions, if anyone ca at all, it would only be Shang Bianque.
Zhong Beiyue and Nan Tiann were simply impossible to invite.
They didn’t really like these kinds of gatherings.
So even if the invitation claid that all three Saints would attend, it might not necessarily be true.
For example, they might say the three had been invited, and the Saints had indicated they’d co if they had the ti.
If they didn’t co, that just ant they didn’t have the ti.
And technically, it wasn’t a lie.
If they ca, it would be wonderful.
But most of the ti, Zhong Beiyue and Nan Tiann wouldn’t show up.
This ti, judging by Yao Ce’s deanor, it seed they were genuinely coming.
As a result, almost all the doctors and the corporate bosses eagerly awaited their arrival.
It was as if they were anticipating the arrival of two immortals.
Because everyone had arrived early, they waited for a full hour.
Suddenly, footsteps echoed from outside.
Zhong Beiyue and Nan Tiann were punctual individuals.
Being punctual ant neither arriving late nor early.
Right at ten o’clock in the morning, they arrived.
All eyes turned toward the entrance.
The two old n entered, chatting and laughing, followed by five or six young people who were presumably their assistants and students.
The two old n were none other than Zhong Beiyue and Nan Tiann, two of the three National dical Saints of Dragon Country.
“Saint Zhong!”
“Saint Nan!”
“Oh my, am I dreaming? I can’t believe I’m witnessing all three Saints gathered in one place.”
Everyone stood up, except for Xiao Chen.
When it ca to these two, Xiao Chen had no quarrel.
But in terms of status and rank, he had no reason to stand; after all, both of them called him teacher.
“Thank you both Saints for gracing us with your presence, making our Capital dical Group shine brightly.”
Yao Ce hurriedly went to greet them, smiling and shaking hands with the two Saints.
“You two old geezers, aren’t you the ones who usually hate these occasions the most? What brought you here today? Seems like you’re no exception to human nature!”
Shang Bianque mocked while seated.
“Haha, you’re older than both of us. Besides, President Yao is working to promote Chinese dicine, and that’s a big deal—an excellent cause—how could we not show up?
If we let you, this old troublemaker, lead things astray, we’d truly regret it,”
Zhong Beiyue retorted bluntly.
The dynamics between the three were evident.
Zhong Beiyue and Shang Bianque were both based in the Capital City or worked there, so they frequently butted heads.
Nan Tiann, stationed for long in the Southern Region, disliked Shang Bianque’s character but didn’t have major conflicts, thus said nothing.
“Alright, alright. All three of you are Saints—national treasures. Please give so face and don’t quarrel.
Let’s proceed with today’s formal activities.”
Yao Ce let out an awkward laugh, playing the diator.
Apparently, the trio respected Yao Ce’s influence.
Yao Ce seed quite remarkable.
Xiao Chen was familiar with the capabilities of Zhong Beiyue and Nan Tiann. In the realm of known national dicine figures, their skills were undoubtedly top-tier.
But to speak candidly, there was a lack of innovation and progress. They rely adhered to the old practices, preserving ancestral thods.
It had a faint sense of stagnation.
This was precisely why national dicine had struggled to grow and thrive in recent years.
If you don’t innovate and keep up with the tis, many diseases that couldn’t be treated in the past remain unresolved today, which only serves to highlight obsolescence.
It’s no wonder so many people don’t trust national dicine.
Xiao Chen had learned his dical skills initially from the Mo Sect.
The Mo Sect had an old man deeply knowledgeable in national dicine, whose expertise surpassed that of the so-called Saints.
But he had a flaw—he was an old stick-in-the-mud.
After mastering the basics of dical practice, Xiao Chen didn’t stop there; he went on to systematically study modern dicine.
As well as regional dical traditions from various parts of the world.
It couldn’t be helped—he was exceptionally intelligent and gifted, with a photographic mory.
In just one year, his skills and knowledge far surpassed those of his peers.
During that year, the patients he treated on the battlefield probably outnumbered those treated by others in a lifeti.
This was also the reason for his unparalleled technical proficiency.
So called him the “God of National dicine,” others the “Surgery God.”
Regardless of the title, in Xiao Chen’s eyes, they were all empty labels—all that mattered was curing diseases and saving lives.
Moreover, through the collision of various dical practices and continuous research.
He discovered nurous new prescriptions, acupuncture thods, massage techniques, and treatnt approaches.
To address increasingly complex illnesses.
Many ailnts that national dicine had historically failed to treat, he had now overco in many cases.
Although he felt there was still room for growth and improvent.
It wasn’t until he encountered Zhong Beiyue and Nan Tiann that he realized just how extraordinary he was.
While his technical skills might not vastly surpass the two, his understanding and views were leagues ahead of theirs.
Soon, the symposium began.
Everyone sat together, sipping tea and discussing cases.
Such an approach was intended to give the entrepreneurs present a better grasp of Chinese dicine.
This would facilitate smoother collaborations in the future.
Almost every boss had a national doctor nearby.
As the three Saints presented cases for discussion, the gathered individuals also contributed their thoughts and took note of certain details.
These details might give them significant advantages in the upcoming bids.
Shang Qingcheng, naturally, had brought along a national doctor—an old practitioner whom Xiao Chen imdiately recognized, prompting a smile.
Shang Qingcheng’s capabilities might not be weak, but her knowledge of national dicine was clearly lacking.
The old doctor beside her was nothing more than a charlatan.
The kind that specialized in money-swindling sches.
It’s precisely people like this who have tarnished the reputation of national dicine, branding it as deception.
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