Chapter 1265: Shooting Yourself in the Foot

After all the delegations were ready, the free clinic began at 9 AM.

Apple Plaza was originally a bustling area of Apple City, and with such a large-scale event, countless people quickly gathered.

When the free clinic opened, these people swarmed in, with the vast majority rushing towards the Chinese delegation.

Seeing this, Zhang Jie was overjoyed: "Boss, look how influential we are, these people are all coming for us."

Pan Guangfa and the others also had joyful expressions; after all, this was being live-streamed, and there were already over a million people watching in the live broadcast room.

As long as they performed well today, it would be a great opportunity for both fame and fortune.

These people straightened their backs, adjusted their emotions, and prepared to receive patients, only to suddenly realize that when these people got close, not a single one ran towards them, but instead all flocked to the Traditional Chinese Medicine area.

"How is this possible? Are they crazy?"

Pan Guangfa, Zhang Jie, and the others were all dumbfounded, never expecting such a situation.

If it weren't for the fact that many of these people had blonde hair and blue eyes, they would have truly thought they had gone to the wrong place and returned to China; even in China, Traditional Chinese Medicine wasn't this popular, was it?

Ye Bufan was also quite surprised because these people didn't scatter after coming over; instead, they all lined up in front of his consultation desk.

When he held free clinics in China, because he was too Young man, usually no one was at his place, while long queues formed in front of Cao Xinghua and those Old Man who looked more reputable.

Today's situation was exactly the opposite; a long queue formed in front of him, while Cao Xinghua and the others' consultation desks were empty.

There were two main reasons for this situation: firstly, the Western and Chinese ideologies were different; people here were not familiar with Traditional Chinese Medicine and did not think that the older one was, the higher their Medical skill; on the contrary, they thought Young man had more energy.

Secondly, for this event, the World Medical Association did a lot of publicity, and under Alice's leadership, Traditional Chinese Medicine became the highlight of the promotion.

And Ye Bufan, who could treat breast cancer on the spot, naturally became the most dazzling among the many medical experts present.

People who came to the Chinese side for treatment either saw media promotional programs or were family members and friends of those who attended the exchange meeting; they all came for the reputation of Medical Immortal, so they only recognized Ye Bufan.

However, this made Cao Xinghua and others awkward; they enjoyed a great reputation in their country, and usually, it was difficult to get an appointment.

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But here, no one came to them.

Ye Bufan gave a wry smile; this situation definitely wouldn't work. If he had to see so many patients by himself, he probably wouldn't be able to finish even in three days and three nights.

He had to temporarily suspend the free clinic, number the more than a dozen Old Chinese Medicine practitioners, and then have the people seeking treatment draw lots; whoever they drew, they would go to that person for treatment.

Although these people were somewhat reluctant, they still accepted the arrangement.

Everything was ready, and the free clinic officially began.

Those who drew Ye Bufan's number were overjoyed, while those who didn't could only look on enviously.

The illnesses of these people posed no difficulty for Ye Bufan; even some chronic ailments were easily resolved in his hands, requiring no effort at all.

Others needed to take pulses to diagnose, but he didn't need to at all; as long as his Divine Sense scanned, he could clearly understand the situation, and there were no language barriers, allowing him to diagnose a patient in almost one or two minutes.

Most importantly, his diagnostic results were incredibly accurate, with no deviation whatsoever, leaving the patients amazed.

Because of his extremely fast diagnostic speed, the long queue in front of him continuously shortened. In a short time, the number of patients he had seen had decreased by almost half, which made the other Old Chinese Medicine practitioners next to him quite embarrassed.

The most awkward ones were not him, but Pan Guangfa and the others who were standing foolishly by the side.

As things progressed, they realized that it was completely different from what they had expected; although these people were Westerners, they had no interest in their Western medicine and all ran to the Traditional Chinese Medicine side.

They racked their brains but couldn't understand why this was happening; weren't these people supposed to be accustomed to Western medicine? Why did they suddenly become fascinated with Traditional Chinese Medicine?

If it were during normal times, they might not have cared too much, as top experts never lacked patients.

But the situation was different now; they had just proposed the bet themselves. If things continued to develop in this way, they could directly concede defeat.

At this moment, Zhang Jie and the others were filled with regret. They had originally intended to use this opportunity to slap the faces of those Traditional Chinese Medicine practitioners, but they unexpectedly shot themselves in the foot.

In the live broadcast room, people seeing this scene completely exploded, with dense barrages of comments popping up.

"My goodness, what's going on? Since when did our Traditional Chinese Medicine become so popular in M Country?"

"Am I seeing things? Did they go to a fake M Country? Why do foreigners like Traditional Chinese Medicine so much?"

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"As expected of Medical Immortal, as expected of my idol, to have such a great influence even in M Country…"

"Holy cow, I remember some people just now wanted to bet with Medical Immortal; isn't this just slapping their own faces? Is there still a need to bet in this situation? It's already over before it even began…"

Looking at those barrages, they were greatly hit.

They wanted to turn off the live broadcast, but that would inevitably cause an even greater reaction in China, and their reputation would probably be completely ruined. In desperation, they could only tough it out.

Zhang Jie stepped forward and said, "Boss, what should we do?"

"It was all your bad idea!"

The enraged Pan Guangfa vented his anger on Zhang Jie; if it weren't for this guy suggesting the bet, how could he have gone and humiliated himself?

But now was not the time to get angry. He took a deep breath, suppressing the anger in his heart.

"Quickly find a way to pull a few patients over. As long as we open up the situation and show our Medical skill, there's definitely still a chance for a reversal."

"Boss is right, we'll go now."

Zhang Jie also knew this was his fault, so he quickly ran over to pull people to see a doctor.

He ran to the back of the line and said to a white Old Man who was queuing, "Sir, would you like to come to our side for a look? We have fewer people there, so you don't need to queue."

He had also studied abroad, and his English was very fluent, so there were no communication problems.

The white Old Man looked him over: "Are you a Traditional Chinese Medicine practitioner?"

Zhang Jie shook his head: "I am not a Traditional Chinese Medicine practitioner, I am a Western medicine doctor, but my Medical skill is very good…"

But before he could finish, he was interrupted by the white Old Man: "You are a Chinese person, why do you study Western medicine when you have such great Traditional Chinese Medicine to learn?"

"I…"

Zhang Jie almost choked on his own saliva. In so many years of practicing medicine, this was the first time he had been questioned like this. If it were a Chinese person saying this, it would be one thing, but the key was that the other party was a blonde, blue-eyed foreigner.

"Um… Old Man, Medical skill has no borders. Although I am Chinese, my Western medicine skill is also good. We can completely diagnose whatever illness you have…"

He was speaking earnestly, but he was interrupted by the white Old Man again.

"No matter how high your Western medicine skill is, can it be higher than our M Country's? If I want to see Western medicine, our country has many excellent doctors. Why would I go to your side to see a doctor?"