Urban Invincible Medical Divine

"You must be Qianmei, right? Haha, your Aunt Xu told me about you, a top student from the Yale School of Medicine interested in traditional Chinese medicine—that's really rare. If you have any questions about Chinese medicine in the future, feel free to ask me. Your Uncle Xie is also quite renowned in the realm of Chinese medicine," The middle-aged man was named Xie Zhengren, a disciple of a master of Chinese medicine and himself a famous traditional Chinese physician in his province. He was the deputy director of the First People's Hospital, quite a distinguished figure, speaking with full confidence. He believed there were few in the province whose medical skills surpassed his and that Sheng Qianmei should feel honored to receive his guidance. After speaking, he did not forget to promote his own son. Smiling, he said, "Although Wenlong's medical skills are not yet top-notch, he has reached entry-level. In fact, for general problems, you only need to consult him. You two should interact more often; he can learn Western medicine from you, and you can learn Chinese medicine from him, benefiting from each other's strengths." Xie Wenlong immediately nodded and smiled, adding, "Right, right, I'm also very interested in Western medicine; we can learn from each other." At this point, Sheng Qianmei felt somewhat displeased with this family and shook her head, saying, "Thank you for your kind offer, Uncle, but if I have any questions, I'll just consult Liu Wentian." Upon hearing this, Xie Zhengren's face stiffened and then turned sour. He hadn't expected Sheng Qianmei to be so impolite. He had just offered his help, and she had said she would rather turn to a self-taught individual for answers! "Well, in that case, forget it!" Xie Zhengren had been well-known for a long time and was too proud to tolerate such disrespect from a junior; with a dark face, he promptly walked away. "Qianmei, what are you saying? How can this boy compare to your Uncle Xie and Wenlong? You're just too young, you don't understand Chinese medicine, and thus, you are easily deceived!" Aunt Xu, looking disgustedly at Liu Wentian, scolded Sheng Qianmei and then hurried after her husband. Seeing his parents leave, Xie Wenlong became a bit furious and said, "Qianmei, how can you—" He was cut off by Sheng Qianmei. "Mr. Xie, it would be better if you just called me Miss Sheng. Also, do not question Liu Wentian's medical skills. I don't think you're qualified to!" At her words, Xie Wenlong's face turned unsightly. He hadn't expected Sheng Qianmei to be so blunt and grew even more annoyed at Liu Wentian, choosing to remain silent. Yet, he still occasionally glanced at Liu Wentian with disdain, his face betraying an expression that seemed to say, 'sooner or later, I'll expose you as a fraud.' Soon, the conference began. Xie Zhengren was the first to step up, smiling broadly as he said, "Ladies and gentlemen, I am delighted that today we can gather here, the practitioners of Chinese medicine from our province, to hold this grand event. I am honored to be the organizer of this conference. Hehe, many here are my seniors, so I won't say too much. We gathered here today not only to exchange medical knowledge but also to discuss how to popularize Chinese medicine and navigate it out of its current predicaments. In a little while, my teacher, who has not visited our province for many years, will also come. He has said that he dearly misses everyone here." Instantly, many in the audience, including some elderly people with greying temples, showed faces full of expectation and respect, clearly holding Xie Zhengren's teacher in high regard. Xie Zhengren smiled at the crowd's reaction, pleased, then glanced at Liu Wentian and suddenly said, "By the way, I think we should also discuss medical ethics today. One reason for the decline of Chinese medicine is that some practitioners lack both skill and ethics, infiltrating the sphere of Chinese medicine to swindle and boast!" The crowd nodded in agreement, clearly endorsing his viewpoint. Liu Wentian, sitting among them, certainly understood that Xie Zhengren's words were aimed at him. He smiled but paid it no mind; it wasn't worth standing up and arguing, as that would be pointless. When Xie Wenlong heard this, he knew his father's words targeted Liu Wentian. With even more disdain for Liu Wentian, he could not help but turn back to Sheng Qianmei and smile, saying, "Miss Sheng, since you're interested in Chinese medicine, you should indeed get to know my master. Hehe, my master is none other than Elder Gu Daosong, a prominent figure in the world of Chinese medicine. How about I introduce you to him later?" As he spoke, his expression was proud; Gu Daosong was a paramount figure in the world of Chinese medicine, one of the few master practitioners! This man was his master. In his view, compared to Liu Wentian, he was nothing but dregs. Sheng Qianmei, originally maintaining a cool demeanor, was somewhat surprised upon hearing Xie Wenlong's words; she hadn't realized that Xie Wenlong's family had connections to the renowned physician Elder Gu Daosong, and that Xie Wenlong was even his disciple. Elder Gu Daosong—she certainly knew of him. Anyone with the slightest knowledge of Chinese medicine would recognize his great name. This respected elder was admired not only for his miraculous healing skills but also for his noble character. He had devoted his life to promoting Chinese medicine, striving to lead it out of its difficulties and to greater prominence. Sheng Qianmei indeed wanted to meet this revered physician, but she preferred not to do so through Xie Wenlong. After pondering for a moment, she shook her head and said, "I've indeed heard of Elder Gu Daosong and hold him in high regard, but let's not waste his time; my knowledge of Chinese medicine is only superficial." "It's no trouble at all; he's my master. There's nothing to worry about," Xie Wenlong hurriedly reassured her, smiling.