In the applause of the crowd, the earlier white doctor was the first to be dissatisfied. He slamd the table abruptly and stood up straight.
He used such great force with that slap that it almost left a deep handprint on the wooden table beside him!
This scene did not escape Luo Chao's eyes. At that mont, Luo Chao secretly kept a watchful eye. He knew that these seemingly ordinary Arican dical experts in front of him were definitely not as simple as they seed.
"Hahaha, you speak well, but what's the use? Your so-called Chinese dicine theories are quite elaborate, but once you encounter a real big problem, don't you still have to rely on our Western dicine surgery to solve it?" The white doctor spoke loudly and sternly after standing up.
It was clear that although this white doctor's Chinese was not very good, and he was not in his own ho ground of the United States, but in Huaxia Chinese Hospital, opposing Western dicine, it was evident from his manner of speaking that he was very confident in his words and deep in conviction.
Hearing this white doctor's words, Luo Chao couldn't help but raise his eyebrows. He understood the real intent of this white doctor, though his Chinese wasn't sufficient to express it precisely.
So, Luo Chao asked the white doctor in return, "By what you just said, sir, do you an to imply that our Chinese dicine system and its various theories are re armchair strategies, and your Western dicine is the real practical dical skill?"
"Exactly, that's what I an. Although you represent Chinese dicine, I have to say you just perfectly expressed my true aning. Thank you." Despite his contempt for Chinese dicine, the white doctor was rather courteous to Luo Chao.
Luo Chao nodded slightly at those words and then asked the white doctor, "Sir, my na is Luo Chao. You can call Doctor Luo. May I ask your esteed na?"
"Certainly, Doctor Luo. My na is Nicholas Mirotic, and I am the chief surgeon at the Federal Hospital of the United States, specializing in human neurology. I was nominated for the Nobel Prize in dicine last year, and I am currently vying for it this year as well." The white doctor introduced himself in sowhat fluent Chinese with a very arrogant deanor.
Of course, Nicholas Mirotic had the capital to be arrogant. The Federal Hospital of the United States was the highest-ranking hospital in the entire country, and for him to serve as the chief surgeon there indicated his exceedingly high level of dical expertise. It's no exaggeration to say he stands at the pinnacle of the human dical field.
Moreover, Nicholas Mirotic is a dical expert who was nominated for the Nobel Prize in dicine. It's important to know that among all the doctors globally, most who actually win the Nobel in dicine are scientists, because only scientists have the ti to research new technologies. Generally speaking, doctors are not responsible for researching new technologies; they are rely the executors of those technologies.
But Nicholas Mirotic is different. Very few people in the world can, like him, balance being a full-ti doctor with the identity of a scientist, conducting research on new dical technologies.
A genius like Nicholas Mirotic, achieving major accomplishnts in both the fields of dicine and science, can be said to be unprecedented and unheard of in human history.
When Luo Chao asked for Nicholas Mirotic's na, he was so proud that he not only stated his na but also ntioned his background and achievents.
In reality, Nicholas Mirotic was aiming to give Luo Chao a taste of his authority, hoping that this young man, who seed like just an intern doctor, would back down once he realized the authority his identity represented.
To be honest, Luo Chao was indeed a bit surprised when he learned about Nicholas Mirotic's background.
Because Nicholas Mirotic, from his appearance, looked just like any other middle-aged man in his thirties, with a face full of what Huaxia people would consider a very scruffy beard, resembling the reincarnations of Marx and Engels.
To Huaxia people, soone this shabby-looking would hardly be associated with the title of dical expert, let alone soone at the pinnacle of the human dical pyramid, a dical scientist. His appearance didn't match his identity at all.
However, although Luo Chao was sowhat amazed, he didn't show it on his face. After all, Luo Chao's genuine dical accomplishnts far surpassed these so-called dical scientists.
To put it bluntly, if Luo Chao wanted, he could annually release so of his superficial research on human anatomy bit by bit and could even win the Nobel Prize every year for several decades, or even a century.
But Luo Chao cannot do so because he swore to his master years ago that he would never reveal his secret of cultivating the human body to the outside world. If this secret were exposed, it would inevitably influence the course of human history, affecting the world too profoundly, which was not the outco his master desired.
However, Nicholas Mirotic was definitely unaware of Luo Chao's true thoughts and background. Seeing that Luo Chao remained silent for a long ti after learning about his actual identity, Nicholas Mirotic assud Luo Chao was intimidated by his background and authority.
At that mont, Nicholas Mirotic felt particularly proud of himself, and his expression grew increasingly arrogant and overbearing.
"What's the matter, Doctor Luo, why are you silent? Even though I stand at the pinnacle of dical awards, there's no need to be afraid. We can still discuss the greatness of Western dicine together. Even if your Chinese hospitals have never produced any renowned dical masters, that shouldn't stop you from studying with . I won't look down on you!" Nicholas Mirotic said condescendingly.
Nicholas Mirotic's words, though seemingly soft, were actually laced with criticism, making them unpleasant to hear. Yet, following his logic, one would find no room for rebuttal, as in so respects, he did speak the truth.
"Hahaha." Just when Nicholas Mirotic thought his status had intimidated Luo Chao and he could do as he pleased, Luo Chao's laughter abruptly pierced the stagnant air.
"Hmm? Doctor Luo, why are you laughing? Do you find anything wrong with what I said?" Nicholas Mirotic stared at Luo Chao with a gaze that could have killed, asking deliberately.
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