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Chapter 1266 The Mighty Medical Immortal

“Uh…” Zhang Jie was instantly speechless.

Indeed, if there was one country where Western medicine was most developed, it would be M Country.

Their country's overall Medical skill level already stood at the pinnacle of Western medicine in the world, and even the World Medical Association was located there.

Most of their Western medicine practitioners had returned to Huaxia after studying in M Country. From this perspective, they could be said to be their Master's disciples.

Now, the disciples had run back to their Master to show off their Medical skill, which looked a bit like showing off one's skills before an expert.

Seeing his expression, the old Caucasian man impatiently waved his hand: “Alright, move aside, don’t disturb me while I’m looking at Chinese medicine here.”

“I…” Zhang Jie’s face turned red with embarrassment from being rebuffed, and he could only slink away in the end.

However, he still needed to find patients, otherwise having none at all would be too embarrassing.

Since pure M Country natives weren't interested in Western medicine, he would look for some of the yellow-skinned people here.

Apple City was a world-class metropolis, and it also had a Chinatown, so there were quite a few Huaxia people who came here to see Chinese medicine.

He approached a middle-aged man in his forties or fifties: “Big brother, come to our side to see a doctor. There’s no need to wait in line here.”

The middle-aged man glanced at him: “Is your side Chinese medicine or Western medicine?”

“It’s Western medicine, but don’t worry, all of our examinations are completely free.”

Zhang Jie knew very well that Huaxia people liked to take advantage of things, and 'free' was definitely a golden signboard.

The middle-aged man said: “Only the examination is free? What about my subsequent diagnosis? Can the treatment be free?”

“Uh… that… treatment definitely costs money,” Zhang Jie explained. “We are only here for a free clinic, and the equipment we brought is limited, as are our medical resources. After the examination, you will still need to receive treatment in M Country.”

“Treating in M Country, and you still have the nerve to say it’s free?”

The middle-aged man said indignantly, “Do you know how expensive medical expenses are here? My friend had leg pain these past few days and went to the hospital for an examination. The specific medical expenses were 50,000 usd, and that's in usd. But just now, Dr. Ye only gave him a few needles and he was fine, without spending a single penny. There’s a Medical Immortal here, but you want me to go with you to see Western medicine. Do you think you're crazy or am I crazy? If you really are sick, hurry up and join the line with me and let Dr. Ye give you a few needles to treat it. That’s what real free and real voluntary consultation is. Compared to that, your Western medicine is nothing but a joke, completely hanging a sheep’s head and selling dog meat…”

Medical expenses in M Country were notoriously high. This Huaxia person, unable to afford medical care in M Country, had long been simmering with anger. At this moment, it all erupted onto Zhang Jie, leaving him red-faced and causing him to scurry away again.

It seemed the 'free' signboard wasn't working; he had to try another approach.

He adjusted his emotions and approached a Huaxia auntie again: “Auntie, come to our side to see a doctor. Let me tell you, our attending doctor here is the director of Huaxia Shuguang Hospital, a famous expert. His Medical skill is absolutely first-rate. There’s no need to specifically wait in line here for Chinese medicine.”

The auntie said somewhat bewildered: “Young man, you’re not a Chinese medicine practitioner?”

“No, although we are from the Huaxia delegation, we study Western medicine.”

To persuade this auntie to come to his side for treatment, Zhang Jie boasted, “Let me tell you, all of us here are experts in our country, and our Medical skill is first-rate. If this were in our country, you wouldn’t even be able to get an appointment…”

“Is the Medical skill really that good?”

“Of course, I already told you, the Medical skill is first-rate…”

“Can it cure cancer?”

“Uh… that’s not possible. Cancer is still a world problem that hasn’t been overcome…”

The auntie curled her lips, a look of disdain on her face: “If you’re incompetent, just say you’re incompetent. Dr. Ye personally cured breast cancer yesterday, and you still have the nerve to call it a world problem. Alright, if you don’t have the ability, then go cool off somewhere else where no one knows you’re incompetent. Don’t come out here to make a fool of yourself…”

“I…” Zhang Jie was practically fuming. Back in Huaxia, he was a renowned medical expert. When had he ever been subjected to such treatment?

But there was nothing he could do. In this situation, he was utterly suppressed. He kept trying for a long time, hitting walls everywhere, and couldn't bring a single person back.

It wasn't just him; other members were the same, including Pan Guangfa himself. He asked seven or eight people consecutively but didn't manage to bring back a single patient.

It was at this moment that they realized the problem. They had previously underestimated Ye Bufan's Medical skill, and even more so, his influence.

The ability to treat breast cancer on the spot—this kind of influence far exceeded their imagination.

The people he found were not stooges; he truly possessed that ability. For every patient who came to him for consultation, they arrived full of hope and then left happily, clearly extremely satisfied with the treatment results.

It was only now that they realized how big the gap was between their Medical skill and Ye Bufan's.

In the live broadcast room, although they were not doing well, the number of viewers surged, reaching four to five million at this moment, all drawn by the fame of the Medical Immortal.

“He truly overestimates himself. How dare he challenge the Medical Immortal? Doesn’t he know what’s going on with himself?”

“He’s making a fool of himself abroad. Just admit defeat quickly. There’s absolutely no comparison, okay?”

“It’s so embarrassing. He’s so old and still has no sense. He even dares to challenge the Medical Immortal. Now he’s completely dumbfounded, right?”

“Medical Immortal is mighty! Our Huaxia Chinese medicine is finally saved…”

Pan Guangfa was furious. He hadn't expected that his live broadcast would boost Ye Bufan's popularity while he himself lost all face.

However, despite his anger, there was nothing he could do. If people didn't come to his side for treatment, he couldn't force them.

Time passed minute by minute, but the situation showed no improvement. If there was any change, it was that more and more patients came to the Chinese medicine side, while their side was completely deserted, with no one inquiring.

Patients were like that; one healed person would immediately become a publicist, bringing in more patients.

So, although Ye Bufan treated quickly, the queue in front of him, after a brief shortening, immediately began to rebound, growing longer and longer.

He was busy until evening, treating hundreds of patients. If not for his current cultivation reaching the Middle Stage of Martial Saint, he probably wouldn't have been able to endure it.

Finally, the first day of the free clinic ended. The Chinese medicine side had completely succeeded, initially opening up the market in M Country and winning the trust of the common people.

Ye Bufan stood up, stretched his limbs, and turned to look at Pan Guangfa's side.

“Dr. Han, how are things on your side? How many patients have you seen?”

Cao Xinghua said mockingly, “Yes, you challenged my Senior Brother. I wonder how many patients you’ve seen today? Do you want to find a referee to decide who wins and who loses?”

Pan Guangfa’s face had turned the color of a pig’s liver, looking extremely ugly.

After a moment of hesitation, he finally said with difficulty: “I admit defeat. I’ll book my flight back to Huaxia first thing tomorrow morning!”

Ye Bufan said: “Since you’ve admitted defeat, then fulfill the wager.”

“I’m sorry, I apologize to Chinese medicine and to everyone present.”

Led by Pan Guangfa, these people bowed and apologized with great difficulty, then slinked away from the scene.

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