The Beautiful CEO’s Dragon Blood Bodyguard
Chapter 330 - 0330: Medical Skill Contest

Chapter 330: Chapter 0330: Medical Skill Contest

An Taiyan took a sip of tea, calmed his emotions, and looked at Long Fei with satisfaction, "Indeed, my granddaughter would never marry a fake foreign devil. I like this grandson-in-law of mine."

Zhang Yang’s face instantly turned green. He stared at An Xiaoke, somewhat shocked, "Little Ke, is everything he said true?"

An Xiaoke didn’t want to entangle with him and decisively used Long Fei to make him give up, "Yes, he is my boyfriend. I love him very much, so please stop harboring any thoughts about me. You are my teacher, and I am your student, that’s all there is to it."

As she spoke, she deliberately leaned closer to Long Fei, feigning intimacy.

Long Fei’s hand was originally on her shoulder. When she moved, it slid forward, and Long Fei quickly moved it aside as if electrocuted.

This girl, though not looking much,

An Xiaoke naturally noticed and felt her heart skip a beat, immediately wishing she could find a hole to crawl into from embarrassment.

This situation was not Long Fei’s fault it was all her own doing.

She bit her lip and temporarily held back.

Zhang Yang was somewhat crumbling, pointing at Long Fei and saying with a muffled voice, "Sir, I want to duel you. Little Ke is my Angel, and no one can take her away from me."

He was somewhat obsessive.

Intelligent since childhood, but his emotional intelligence was terribly low.

Once he set his mind on something, he would see it through at any cost, which is why he had achieved such medical accomplishments at a young age.

"Sure, how do you want to duel?"

Long Fei looked at him with disdain.

The guy had a decent physique, having grown up on western milk formula, tall and strong.

Long Fei thought he wanted to fight, confident he could knock him down with just a finger.

Zhang Yang asked, "Just now from your tone, you also study traditional Chinese medicine?"

"Indeed."

Long Fei replied with confidence.

His understanding of traditional Chinese medicine had already far surpassed that of others.

He just hadn’t had the chance to practice much, only having treated Li Wenwen for a cold once.

Zhang Yang proposed, "Well then, since you all don’t regard western medicine highly, let’s have a contest right here. Today, I will show you what is medicine, and what is dregs."

"Alright, I’ve got nothing better to do anyway, let’s see the prowess of our ancestors!"

Long Fei accepted the challenge, and they each dragged a table over to sit down and begin the competition then and there.

The clerks in the pharmacy all gathered with great interest to spectate, and even An Taiyan stroked his beard as he sat aside to watch the battle.

His pharmacy was quite famous in Binhai City.

Every day, there was a constant stream of people coming for treatments; they never lacked cases for competition.

An Taiyan wasn’t very confident in Long Fei, after all, when compared to western medicine, traditional Chinese medicine still had many shortcomings.

For instance, the results were slow to appear, and most people didn’t have the patience for it.

A simple cold could be treated with just one western medicine tablet, whereas traditional Chinese medicine would require brewing several doses of herbs, which was quite troublesome.

An Xiaoke shared the same sentiments; she knew well of Zhang Yang’s exceptional medical skills.

His title as a medical doctorate guide was not bought but earned through genuine talent and knowledge.

Long Fei may possess some ability, having made a name for himself at the Shen Family by curing the old man’s stubborn illness.

But those were all exceptions, and she didn’t think Long Fei could win.

A group of store clerks were discussing fervently, truly comparing with Western medicine, everyone felt uncertain.

Basically, no one had faith in Long Fei.

At this moment, a young girl wearing a mask entered, and upon seeing Zhang Yang and Long Fei in the hall, she frowned.

Zhang Yang got up to greet her, inviting her to sit in front of him and asked, "You’re here to see a doctor, right?"

The girl nodded.

Zhang Yang spoke succinctly, "What are your symptoms?"

The girl shyly removed the mask from her face, and the people around immediately stared in shock.

What was a pretty face was now swollen on one side, with some signs of facial distortion.

The girl said embarrassedly, "Last week, I was trimming my eyebrows outside and I guess I got facial paralysis from a stroke. I looked it up on the internet and it said that traditional Chinese medicine has good treatment for this condition, so I came here specifically to check."

Zhang Yang pressed on her face and said with a furrowed brow, "Miss, listen to me. It’s best to go to a major hospital for a full-body checkup for this kind of condition. If it’s not caused by internal abnormalities, you can completely recover by waiting for a month. Don’t listen to what traditional Chinese medicine says about strokes and such nonsense; it’s all to deceive you out of your money."

In Western medicine, indeed, there are no effective treatments for facial paralysis.

Therefore, when facing this kind of disease.

Western medicine would promote natural recovery or use heat therapy and electrical stimulation to the facial nerves.

The young girl stared at Zhang Yang, a look of doubt on her face, and then glanced at the people around. Out of curiosity, she asked, "What are you all doing here?"

Long Fei chuckled and waved, beckoning her, "Miss, come sit over here. This person is a Western doctor, we’re currently having a medical skills competition. You’re lucky, today you can get treatment for free."

The young girl said sullenly, "I came here to see a doctor, not to watch you guys compete. Moreover, as long as my condition can be cured, I don’t care how much it costs."

Long Fei looked at her, his expression confident, "I understand that, please sit down, I can help you."

He gave the girl a little confidence, and she sat down in front of him.

Long Fei looked at Zhang Yang and said, "I’m sorry, but when it comes to treating this disease, Western medicine really is of no use. Because you don’t have the appropriate antibiotics for targeted treatment, you can only babble nonsense and exaggerate about self-healing. True, a general mild stroke can indeed recover on its own. However, the outcomes of recovery vary, some people can heal naturally. But others will be left with severe consequences. This girl is so beautiful, you surely wouldn’t want her to end up disfigured, would you?"

Zhang Yang said with frustration, "According to you, you can cure it?"

"Of course."

Long Fei nodded calmly and said to him, "Not only can I cure it, but I can also show immediate effect and make you concede with full conviction."

As soon as he said this, the people in the room immediately burst into an uproar.

They were all practitioners of Chinese medicine and naturally knew the treatments for strokes.

Even if An Taiyan personally administered acupuncture, it would take at least half a month for a complete recovery.

An Xiaoke coughed twice, signaling to Long Fei not to overstate his claims.

But Long Fei remained composed, waving his hand for her to bring over a box of silver needles.

Zhang Yang taunted, "Okay, you talk big. Based on my medical experience, for this type of facial nerve paralysis, it cannot show effects without a month’s recovery. If you can make this young lady see results right now, I promise I won’t pester Little Ke any further. But if you lose, you must give Little Ke to me!"

"Alright, it’s a deal."

Long Fei agreed readily, asked the girl to move closer, took out a silver needle, and began to perform acupuncture on her face.

An Xiaoke felt an urge to vomit blood, thinking to herself, am I an object to be traded around by you two?

The girl who came for treatment was even more frustrated, wondering if she had encountered two crazy doctors?

As the silver needle from Long Fei’s hand pierced in, her heart suddenly clenched.