City’s Best Divine Doctor
Chapter 892 - 0892: Bitten by a Mad Dog

Chapter 892: Chapter 0892: Bitten by a Mad Dog

Henry knew about Count Charley’s illness and suspected it might be related to injuries caused by the Holy Artifact. However, many Western scientists were conflicted—on one hand, they believed in science, given that many advanced inventions and discoveries came from Western scientists.

On the other hand, they also had great faith in theology.

At twenty-three, Henry had already published multiple world-renowned medical papers in The Lancet, The New England Journal of Medicine, the Journal of the American Medical Association, and the British Medical Journal.

By twenty-five, he had earned dual doctorate degrees from both Cambridge University in England and the Faculty of Medicine at Paris University in France. He now worked at France’s largest pharmaceutical company as a researcher in a specialized team focusing on virus-related therapies.

Such as treatments for rabies virus.

With his achievements in Western medicine and pharmaceuticals at his young age, he had always been confident in receiving a Nobel Prize before the age of thirty-five.

Now, hearing Louise mention that an unassuming young man with an unmistakably Huaxia appearance had cured Count Charley’s strange illness,

Henry was skeptical.

"I’m just doubtful!"

Henry said.

Ye Qiu hadn’t expected that before even meeting this haughty Frenchman, the man would already behave like a mad dog snapping at him.

Could it be that Henry had some personal feud with Louise?

"Since Mr. Ye’s medical skills are so formidable, may I invite you to join us in an exchange of ideas?"

A member of the roundtable asked.

Louise walked over and asked Ye Qiu, "Would you care to share your perspective?"

"What kind of exchange?"

"Your medical techniques and viewpoints, of course!"

"In my eyes, no matter how advanced your Western medicine may be, it could never compare to mine. I’m not interested."

Ye Qiu replied.

This response left Louise feeling even more puzzled.

What she didn’t know was that during Ye Qiu’s days in the Heavenly Court Imperial Medical World, he had been treating Immortals.

Many assumed that Immortals were immune to ailments, but even they experienced birth, aging, sickness, and death—albeit over a much longer span compared to mortals.

If that weren’t the case, wouldn’t the Heavenly Court be overcrowded with Immortals?

In reality, some Immortals did leave the Heavenly Court, which essentially meant death.

While serving in the Imperial Physician Mansion, Ye Qiu mastered the essence of the Imperial Medicine Faction, the Master-Apprenticeship Faction, and the Academic Faction. On top of that, he excelled in refining medicine and pills, making the treatment of Immortals extraordinarily easy—and mortal illnesses even simpler.

But now, he possessed no Immortal Technique nor access to Immortal Pills or Immortal Elixirs. Not even the contents of his Storage Ring could be retrieved.

So, his current skills relied entirely on the new medical technique he developed after reincarnation—absorbing patients’ viruses, completely curing their illnesses.

In this respect, his abilities vastly surpassed Western medicine, which elevated his methods to the level of an Immortal Technique in this world.

However, Ye Qiu wouldn’t disclose this to others. At most, if questioned, he might dismiss it as witchcraft or Witch Doctor practices.

When Louise heard Ye Qiu speak this way, she returned to the roundtable and said, "I’m sorry, everyone, Mr. Ye is unwilling to participate in the exchange."

"He’s probably afraid of exposing his incompetence,"

Henry remarked.

He not only looked down on this Huaxia man but also dismissed his medical skills entirely.

When Louise glanced at Ye Qiu again, he said, "If you want to see my medical skills, that’s fine. You can randomly bring a patient with a terminal or incurable illness, and I promise to fully cure them within half an hour!"

Ye Qiu spoke in French—flawlessly, and with a local Parisian accent.

This was something that the members of the French Medical Association understood perfectly.

So, they were amazed; Ye Qiu’s fluency in French was surprisingly impressive.

But what shocked them even more was his claim.

A terminal or incurable patient?

Fully cured in half an hour?

How was that possible?

Even with the most advanced Western medical treatments, including drugs and surgical interventions, it would be impossible to fully cure a patient—at best, it might extend their life for a while!

Seeing Ye Qiu’s confident demeanor, the surrounding spectators, including journalists and other members of the exchange, were all astonished.

"That’s outright impossible unless he’s God!"

Henry exclaimed.

"You can bring a patient over right now!"

Ye Qiu said coldly.

"Then I’ll make a call and have the hospital send someone over."

Dr. Fran said.

He believed in Louise’s words and sensed that this young man might truly be extraordinary.

"No, I’ll make the call."

Henry insisted.

He feared that Dr. Fran and Louise were conspiring to mislead everyone.

Henry contacted a Paris hospital to send over a patient suffering from late-stage gastric cancer. He was determined to see whether this Huaxia man was bluffing.

"I’ll treat anyone, but I charge medical fees!"

Ye Qiu said.

"Name your price, I’ll pay it!"

Henry replied coldly.

"Back home, treating a wealthy individual costs five million to tens of millions of Huaxia Yuan. This time, I’ll charge one million Euros!"

Ye Qiu said.

"Fine! If you can really cure the patient, I’ll give you fifty million Euros!"

Henry replied confidently.

After sitting down, Ye Qiu exchanged words with Zhou Wenting, who hadn’t expected Ye Qiu to seek to make money again.

"I wanted to buy a few luxury cars for a spin, and now there’s a fool offering me money,"

Ye Qiu said to Zhou Wenting.

But Zhou Wenting didn’t feel entirely comfortable with Ye Qiu earning money this way. Of course, she also understood that while every life was equal, the wealth and value individuals created weren’t. So, Ye Qiu charging higher fees for treating wealthy patients seemed reasonable.

Moreover, those patients in Huaxia were often tormented in hospitals to the brink of bankruptcy, only to still remain uncured in the end.

On the other hand, Ye Qiu could completely cure them with just one session.

In Zhou Wenting’s eyes, the money Ye Qiu charged for curing her father was worth every penny.

Now, surrounded by spectators, journalists, and European medical exchange members—including medical doctors, professors, pharmaceutical researchers, and experts—they were all extremely intrigued. Could the young man’s words be true?

As for Louise, while she was aware of Ye Qiu’s mysterious medical skills, she wasn’t entirely sure whether he could truly cure a cancer patient completely.