Invincible Little School Doctor
Chapter 383 - 382 Drama

Chapter 383: Chapter 382 Drama

It turned out that after Ye Haochuan slit his wrist, the fresh blood flowing from the artery in that wrist, though it splattered, did not scatter around, but instead hovered in mid-air, gradually gathering into a mass as if wrapped in a bubble of air.

This was indeed the eerie scene everyone witnessed.

However, someone soon came to a realization, "Qigong, this is Qigong, it’s so magical, absolutely incredible."

The media reporters below quickly aimed their cameras at this scene, such a mysterious phenomenon was guaranteed to make headlines!

At the same time, Ye Haochuan’s hand moved as fast as lightning, quickly inserting the silver needle into an acupuncture point on his left arm, then gave it a gentle flick, causing the tail of the silver needle to tremble ever so slightly. The Longevity True Qi followed through the needle into the acupuncture point, and soon, the bleeding at the wrist stopped.

Seeing this, the audience erupted in thunderous applause, especially the expert professors, whether they were practitioners of Western or Traditional Chinese Medicine, clapped until their hands were swollen. Such an artful display of medical skill was truly unbelievable, and the long-silenced Traditional Chinese Medicine of Huaxia had the hope of revival, revival indeed!

And after Ye Haochuan displayed this skill, those who had been invited to the demonstration with various complicated illnesses were brought up on stage by their families, imploring Ye Haochuan to treat them.

Ye Haochuan didn’t turn anyone away; in just two hours, he had diagnosed and treated all of the patients back to health.

The entire place was abuzz with excitement, and journalists from all major media outlets were clamoring to interview him.

Although Ye Haochuan liked to show off, he was not fond of being hassled by the media and kept dodging them, thankfully Xiao Haimei had made arrangements beforehand to fend them off for him.

However, he might have evaded the media, but he couldn’t escape the throng of medical experts and professors.

In his office, they couldn’t stop lavishing praise on his medical skills and openly expressed their admiration.

"Doctor Ye, your medical skills are unbelievable, they completely change my previous impression that Chinese Medicine is inferior to Western Medicine!"

"Indeed, it’s so magical, I’ve decided to become a disciple of Doctor Ye, to study Traditional Chinese Medicine in depth, and promote our Huaxia’s Traditional Chinese Medicine to the world."

"Right, right, right, we should promote it and not only pass down Traditional Chinese Medicine but also spread it all over the world."

Just as the experts and professors clamored to express their emotions, an inappropriate voice came from the doorway, "Nonsense, what is this Traditional Chinese Medicine, it’s clearly our Korean medicine, isn’t it?"

In an instant, everyone turned their gaze to the entrance, filled with anger.

The man speaking had bangs like Bae Yong-joon, but with a face severely lacking in appeal, riddled with revolting acne on a plain-looking face.

Ye Haochuan even noticed that the man’s face clearly had undergone plastic surgery, as the entire facial expression was stiff, extremely unsightly, a true hallmark of the Korean nation.

"Piao Jinhui, what nonsense are you spouting?" suddenly, an expert who knew this Korean shouted.

"Me, talking nonsense? It’s simply the truth. Your Traditional Chinese Medicine is clearly a heritage of the Great Korean Nation, your Chinese Medicine is a branch of our Korean Medicine, which is the origin of your Chinese Medicine," Piao Jinhui declared arrogantly.

As soon as these words were uttered, everyone in the office became upset, lashing out in anger.

"Bullshit, how can everything passed down from our ancestors be yours, have you no shame?"

"Exactly, have you Koreans no shame? But of course, it makes sense, you’re best at plastic surgery, so being shameless is the norm."

"Get out of our Huaxia, this is no place for you to act wild!"

"Right, how come Piao Jinhui is here, he wasn’t invited to this ribbon-cutting ceremony, was he?"

"That’s right, I know Piao Jinhui—he is a Korean doctor at Haishan International Hospital, and his specialty is Western medicine."

Seeing the office in a mess, Ye Haochuan smiled slightly, "Respected seniors, please, stay calm and don’t get agitated. He who has reason need not shout loudly. For some shameless people, we needn’t take them seriously."

No sooner had he spoken than someone agreed.

"Exactly, there’s no need to take him seriously. Doing so would only drive people crazy."

"Let’s just ignore him. Why bother talking with such a person?"

"Speaking of which, it’s quite strange. By the sound of it, he places Korean medicine on such a high pedestal. If he’s so incredible, then why doesn’t he study Korean medicine instead of Western medicine?"

Faced with the last person’s query, Piao Jinhui felt somewhat embarrassed. In truth, just like Traditional Chinese Medicine, Korean medicine had not been properly passed down and had been declining under the invasion of Western medicine.

However, driven by national pride, he wouldn’t allow others to make indiscreet comments. He argued, "I study Western medicine because of my personal interest and passion, but that doesn’t mean that no one from the Great Korean Nation studies Korean medicine. Let me tell you, there are many people from the Great Korean Nation who study Korean medicine. Take plastic surgery, for example, it’s a precious heritage passed down from ancient times by our Great Korean Nation..."

Ye Haochuan couldn’t help but interject, with a touch of irony, "Plastic surgery is indeed a treasure of the Great Korean Nation. People like you who have had botched surgeries are quite a successful piece of work."

The entire room burst into laughter, as they were not blind—Piao Jinhui’s zombie-like face was clearly the result of plastic surgery.

"This..." Piao Jinhui’s face turned red with embarrassment.

He had always struggled internally with his botched surgery and dreaded anyone mentioning it. Now, being called out by Ye Haochuan in front of everyone felt like an immense insult.

"Ye Haochuan, don’t be arrogant. I will bring a top-notch Korean doctor to challenge you and show you that Traditional Chinese Medicine is nothing but trash in front of Korean medicine!" Piao Jinhui said fiercely.

"Alright then. If you can find a top-notch Korean doctor to challenge me, I’m always happy to oblige!" snorted Ye Haochuan. "But you better remember not to casually claim that Korean medicine is the origin of our Traditional Chinese Medicine without evidence. Making baseless statements will only make you a laughingstock. Now get lost!"

"You..." Piao Jinhui was seething with anger, but ultimately, being outnumbered and outmatched, he stomped off.

And so, the farce dissipated into nothingness.

At noon, Xiao Haimie hosted a banquet in the school’s own hotel to treat all the guests, and the atmosphere was lively.

After the banquet ended and all the distinguished guests had left, Xiao Haimie called Ye Haochuan into her office.

Closing the door, Xiao Haimie’s pretty face could not hide her excitement as she wrapped her arms around his neck and said, "Darling, you were fantastic today. I’m so in love with you."

"Heh, since I’ve done such a great service for you, shouldn’t you give me a big reward?" Ye Haochuan said with a mischievous smile.

"Psh, keep dreaming!"

Despite her words, Xiao Haimie still giggled softly and suddenly embraced his neck, kissing him passionately...

After a session of passion, they cuddled together exchanging sweet nothings when suddenly, Xiao Haimie remembered something.

"That’s right, today I spoke with Mayor Lin about our plan to open a medicinal food restaurant. He’s supportive, and he hopes to make it a unique culinary culture of Haishan. I think this is an opportunity, so, I want to hand it over to you. What do you think? Interested?" Xiao Haimie looked at him with an expectant face.