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Chapter 192: The Anger of the Medical Professors

Chapter 192: Chapter 192: The Anger of the Medical Professors

"What? No need for Snow Ganoderma? How is this possible?" Song Zhiyuan’s face changed, looking at Xiao Yifeng with shock.

His father was suffering from acute liver cirrhosis, and he had summoned the president of the Tianhai Traditional Chinese Medicine Association and several Tianhai TCM professors to help treat him.

They said his father needed Snow Ganoderma for the treatment, which was why he had been desperately searching for it. Although Snow Ganoderma wasn’t an exceedingly precious herb, it was incredibly scarce in Tianhai.

He had visited several pharmacies without any luck before he ended up at the Heavenly Medicine Pavilion, only to encounter someone claiming that his father could be treated without Snow Ganoderma, which naturally shocked him immensely.

"Young brother, you’re not deceiving me, are you?" Song Zhiyuan’s gaze was fixed on Xiao Yifeng with some suspicion.

"If you trust me, you can take me to see your father. Of course, if you don’t believe me, then forget it. But I definitely can’t give you the Snow Ganoderma," Xiao Yifeng said indifferently.

"This... are you saying you can treat my father’s illness without Snow Ganoderma?" Song Zhiyuan was shocked all over again.

"That’s right. Believe it or not, it’s up to you. But I don’t have that much time to waste with you. If it weren’t for the fact you’re such a filial son, I would hardly waste my time on you,"

Xiao Yifeng curled his lips.

Song Zhiyuan looked hesitant and indecisive, his gaze constantly on Xiao Yifeng, unable to make up his mind about whether to trust Xiao Yifeng’s words, especially since Xiao Yifeng appeared so young, making him hard to believe.

Seeing that Song Zhiyuan was taking too long to respond, Xiao Yifeng coldly said, "If you don’t believe me, then forget it. Go and look for Snow Ganoderma somewhere else."

"Young brother, wait a moment, I believe you. I’ll take you to see my father right now,"

Song Zhiyuan said as he began to lead Xiao Yifeng outside. The exchange between them had been overheard by a man dispensing medicines at the Heavenly Medicine Pavilion, and as he watched Xiao Yifeng leave, a peculiar glint flashed in his eyes.

Tianhai, People’s Hospital, the largest and most authoritative hospital in the entire Tianhai.

At that moment, in an intensive care unit of the People’s Hospital, lay an elderly man in his sixties, fitted with a breathing apparatus and appearing very frail, with several old men in white lab coats standing beside him.

All these men were medical professors from the Tianhai Traditional Chinese Medicine Association, each renowned and highly authoritative in the medical community. Among them, an elder with white hair dressed in a white lab coat who carried a look of concentration was Han Jianbin, the president of the Traditional Chinese Medicine Association and also the head of Tianhai People’s Hospital.

Also standing by was a middle-aged man in a military uniform, with a resolute face and stern demeanor, exuding an aura of martial valor. He looked at the old man on the bed with a worried brow—it was Song Zhiyuan’s brother, Song Zhijun.

"Why hasn’t President Song come back yet? Could it be he didn’t find the Snow Ganoderma? If this delay continues, Elder Song’s condition could become increasingly severe,"

one of the medical professors said with a grave expression.

Just then, the door to the ward suddenly opened, and Song Zhiyuan entered with Xiao Yifeng.

"Brother, you’re finally back. Did you get the Snow Ganoderma?"

Song Zhijun asked Song Zhiyuan anxiously.

"No!" Song Zhiyuan shook his head.

"What?"

Song Zhijun and Han Jianbin, along with the others, were all alarmed, their faces quickly clouding over.

"However, I’ve brought back this young brother," Song Zhiyuan hastily said, looking at Xiao Yifeng.

For a moment, everyone in the ward turned their gaze to Xiao Yifeng, filled with puzzlement and doubt.

"Brother, who is he?" Song Zhijun’s eyes flashed with a hint of confusion as he looked at Xiao Yifeng.

"This is... young brother, what’s your name?"

Song Zhiyuan was about to introduce him, but he didn’t know Xiao Yifeng’s name.

"I am Xiao Yifeng."

Xiao Yifeng said indifferently as he walked to the bedside, looking at the elder lying there with his x-ray vision activated.

"Brother Xiao here claims he can treat our father without the use of the Snow Ganoderma, and that’s why I brought him over," Song Zhiyuan stated directly.

Upon hearing Song Zhiyuan’s words, the group of medical professors was stunned, then simultaneously shook their heads.

"How is that possible? President Song, you’ve been deceived!"

"Exactly, President Song, how could you believe the words of such a young brat? At his age, he could at most be a medical student. How could he treat illnesses? Yet you believe him."

"Elder Song’s liver cirrhosis has reached an extremely dangerous stage, threatening his life at any moment. Only with the Snow Ganoderma combined with President Han’s medical skills could there possibly be a cure for Elder Song’s illness."

"Without the Snow Ganoderma, even if President Han’s medical skills are extraordinary, he wouldn’t be able to cure Elder Song. How could this young man possibly treat Elder Song’s illness?"

At this moment, the professors in the hospital room were chattering away, their words filled with disdain and mockery, clearly not believing that Xiao Yifeng could cure Song Zhiyuan’s father’s illness.

"If you’re all done talking, then shut up, the noise is irritating!"

Xiao Yifeng gave those so-called medical professors a cold glance, speaking sharply, his eyes conveying impatience.

If these people weren’t all old men, Xiao Yifeng would have gone up and slapped them by now. It was so annoying—none of them had any insight.

"What? You... you dare to speak to us like that!"

The group of medical professors grew angry when they heard Xiao Yifeng speak to them in such a manner, their eyes filling with an irate expression as they stared at Xiao Yifeng.

As esteemed masters of medicine of the Tianhai Traditional Chinese Medicine Association and top professors at Tianhai People’s Hospital, they were respected wherever they went. Now, they were being insulted by a callow youth, and being proud old men, they could not stand the affront to their honor.

Immediately, an elder in a white lab coat directly addressed President Song, "President Song, did you bring this young brat here to deliberately humiliate us? If so, I’m afraid that’s regrettable, but we won’t be able to treat Elder Song’s illness. You might as well take him to another hospital."

"That’s right, you’d better find someone more capable to treat Elder Song’s illness!"

The group of medical professors each voiced their grievance, clearly expressing their dissatisfaction.

"This..." At this point, Song Zhiyuan hadn’t expected the situation to turn out this way and was at a loss for what to do for a moment. His eyes turned toward Xiao Yifeng, considering whether he should ask him to leave.

At that moment, Song Zhijun fixed a stern gaze on Xiao Yifeng and ordered, "Who do you think you are, deceiving people and coming here? Get out right now!"

"If you tell me to leave just like that, wouldn’t I look very bad!"

Xiao Yifeng’s gaze shifted towards Song Zhijun, and he curled his lip.

"Since you’re unwilling to leave on your own, I’ll escort you out."

Song Zhijun’s gaze hardened, his body exuding an iron-blooded Evil Qi. He took a step forward and reached out with his right hand, lightning-fast, to grab Xiao Yifeng’s shoulder and was about to throw him out.