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Chapter 503: Traditional Chinese Medicine Does Not Exist in the World

Ye Changqing frowned, feeling inexplicably uncomfortable.

The Japanese tried their best to snatch Chinese medicine books. If they couldn't get them with money, they would steal them. If they couldn't steal them, they would rob them, and even kill people.

But Peng An does not believe in the existence of traditional Chinese medicine.

We have to admit that the Japanese have been spreading the word that traditional Chinese medicine is useless in various media, and have even found many pseudo-experts to question traditional Chinese medicine, and have found some cases of failure of traditional Chinese medicine, and have frantically exaggerated the facts to discredit traditional Chinese medicine.

The results of their work have come out.

Nowadays, young doctors in this area no longer believe in traditional Chinese medicine.

He didn't rush to explain, but smiled and said, "Actually, I'm also a Chinese medicine doctor." Peng An was stunned for a moment, then an awkward smile appeared on his face: "Well, I'm not targeting you.

Don't be angry.

I am targeting the traditional Chinese medicine community."

Worthy!

The corners of Ye Changqing's mouth twitched. This damn thing was so infuriating.

The target is the entire traditional Chinese medicine community, and attacking him is just an accidental injury.

But looking at the other party's serious expression, he didn't know how to refute.

After thinking for a while, he said, "I'll take you to meet a few people."

After saying that, he walked towards the doorway with exposed cement.

Peng An let out a long sigh. After he finished speaking, he realized that he had said the wrong thing.

People just vented their anger on his behalf and drove Qian Feihai away.

He thought that what the ignorant Chinese medicine doctor said was true, but it was too hurtful to Ye Changqing's face. He was relieved that Ye Changqing didn't get angry at this time.

He took a few quick steps and followed Ye Changqing, curious about who he was going to meet.

ba da~

Peng An suddenly felt a hit on his arm.

He looked back and saw Sun Zhengyang winking at him stealthily.

He slowed down his pace, distanced himself from Ye Changqing, and then lowered his voice and asked, "What's the matter?"

Sun Zhengyang reminded him, "Brother, my dear brother, could you please use your brain when you speak?

Have you forgotten what happened in the hospital before?

You don’t want to be disliked by your boss as soon as you arrive.”

Peng An sighed and lowered his voice, "I don't want to say this, but... Chinese medicine is really... outdated.

I'm a doctor, and I can't say anything against my will just to flatter someone."

Sun Zhengyang was a little disappointed: "If you can't say something against your will, then don't say it, you..."

He was about to continue speaking when he suddenly saw Ye Changqing looking back, so he quickly shut up.

Ye Changqing opened the elevator and saw that the two people had not caught up yet, so he urged: "Hurry up."

In fact, the two people spoke in very low voices, but they were too close.

I can still hear it faintly.

He now understood that Peng An seemed to be unable to tolerate Chinese medicine at all.

He didn't want to argue, and watched the two people enter the elevator, close the elevator door, and the elevator went directly to the top floor.

Inside the large office, there were no desks or conference tables, just a few sofas, a few bookshelves filled with various Chinese and Western medicine books, and a small cabinet filled with various teas, coffees, and snacks.

There are several people sitting on the sofa.

The elderly Hua Wangshan held a cup of tea, took a sip, then squinted his eyes and stared blankly, not knowing what he was thinking.

There were several snacks in front of Zhu Yunsong, including peanuts and dried fish. He was holding a bottle of beer in his hand. He took a sip of beer, put a peanut in his mouth, and then chewed a piece of seafood and dried fish, enjoying it very much.

If you have seen him looking for food in a trash can in dirty clothes, you will definitely not believe that the two people are the same person.

Wu Youkui sat alone in the corner of the sofa, wearing Bluetooth headphones, his eyes shining, staring at the screen of his mobile phone.

On the phone screen, a woman was wearing a flesh-colored tights. At first glance, it looked like she was not wearing any clothes.

The tights make the curvy figure look even more attractive.

Especially the upper part, both in height and area, is surprisingly large.

Shake slightly as you dance.

Wu Youkui's eyes also moved up and down.

Suddenly, a beautiful girl came over and said, "Brother Yougui, this medicine..."

Wu Youkui was so scared that he hurriedly turned off the screen of his mobile phone. He looked like a thief who was afraid of being discovered by the police.

He put the phone on his thigh, then asked Zhang Qian with a smile: "I didn't hear it clearly just now, can you say it again?"

Zhang Qian held a book and said, "I'm sorry, brother. This medicine is a cure for the plague, but..."

Beside him, a charming woman watched all this silently with a downward turn of the corner of her mouth.

He seemed to be very disdainful of Wu Youkui.

He obviously likes women, but he pretends to be serious. She really despises him.

She was wearing a burgundy short-sleeved shirt today, which added a layer of elegance and femininity to her. She was wearing tight black pants, which highlighted the young woman's wide hips and the millstone-like curves, making them more visually impactful.

But her slender waist is very charming.

Above her slim waist, she is proudly tall and straight, with a charming and pretty face.

As soon as she sat there, the air in the room seemed to be filled with a fragrant scent.

Tang Zhongzhong and Tang Renzhong sat in a corner, each holding a medical book and reading it with great interest, as if they were immersed in it.

blah blah~

There were footsteps at the door.

Ye Changqing led Peng An and Sun Zhengyang into the room. Everyone in the room was busy with their own things, and no one seemed to notice his arrival. Peng An's eyes were full of confusion. He didn't know who these people were. There were old men, young women, and beautiful young women, as well as men in their twenties, thirties, and forties.

Qin Changshou was the last one to walk into the room. He walked to an empty seat and sat down. He picked up a string of beads with one hand and played with it.

He looked so relaxed, as if he was back home.

cough cough~

Ye Changqing coughed three times, and the people in the room looked up at Ye Changqing.

Ye Changqing smiled and said, "Let me introduce a friend to you.

This is the person next to me, his name is Peng An, and he will work here in the future.

He is a doctor by profession, a Western medicine doctor."

When Ye Changqing talked about Western medicine doctors, he suddenly strengthened his tone.

Everyone's gaze shifted to Peng An at the same time, each of their eyes filled with confusion.

The house was full of Chinese medicine practitioners, and suddenly a Western medicine doctor entered, just like a pigeon suddenly entering a flock of ducks. They were puzzled.

Ye Changqing continued, "This Western doctor friend said that Chinese medicine is just metaphysics. Even if it has some therapeutic effect, it is just like the witch doctors from thousands of years ago. It is too primitive, too low-level, and too ignorant."

Everyone's expression suddenly changed, and they looked at Peng An with anger and rage.

Peng An saw that something was wrong and asked Ye Changqing, "Who are they?"

Ye Changqing smiled and said, "They are all Chinese medicine practitioners."

Chinese medicine?

Peng An was stunned for a moment, then his expression was awkward. No wonder these people looked at him so unkindly. He tried to smile and explained, "Everyone, please don't be angry.

I'm not criticizing anyone, I have no opinions about you.

I’m only targeting Chinese medicine.”

Wu Yougui felt guilty about being in the village, so he stood up and said coldly, "What's wrong with Chinese medicine?

As long as it can cure diseases and save lives, why do you say that Chinese medicine is primitive?

Why do you say that traditional Chinese medicine is low-level?

Why do you say that traditional Chinese medicine is ignorant?

Why???”

Wu Youkui's voice became more and more excited and louder as he spoke.

It seemed that he would not give up unless Peng An gave him an explanation.

Peng An didn't want to escalate the conflict, so he suppressed all the words in his stomach and tried to put on a smile on his stiff face, which he thought was a kind smile, and said softly:

Please don't be angry!

I really don't mean to provoke you! I'm not targeting practitioners of Traditional Chinese Medicine.

I’m only targeting Traditional Chinese Medicine!”

Wu Youkui became even more angry, because what he was proud of was the inheritance of the Warm Disease School of medicine that had been passed down for hundreds of years.

This guy actually made a statement targeting traditional Chinese medicine.

He became even more angry: "What's wrong with Chinese medicine?"

Peng An had been suppressing his thoughts, just wanting to keep things quiet. But when he heard Wu Youkui's questioning, he could no longer suppress his anger: "What's wrong with you asking about Chinese medicine?

Then let me tell you what’s wrong with traditional Chinese medicine!

I think traditional Chinese medicine has never existed.

Traditional Chinese medicine does not exist in the world.”

"You~"

Wu Youkui was extremely angry when he heard this. He could no longer accept the fact that Chinese medicine was primitive, ignorant and backward.

Now this guy is saying that Chinese medicine doesn't exist. He's saying that Chinese medicine is dead.

He said the word "you" and didn't even know what to say next.

Hula~

In the room, Zhang Qian, Su Manxiang, Zhu Yunsong, Qin Changshou, Tang Renzhong, and Tang Zhongzhong all stood up.

Everyone glared at Peng An.

Hua Wangshan was so angry that he pointed at Peng An and said, "Nonsense! You have destroyed thousands of years of history of Chinese medicine with just one sentence.

What do you want to do? "

Peng An saw the angry eyes of the crowd and took a step back in fear.

In response to Hua Wangshan's question, he thought for a moment and said, "Western medicine exists because it has a scientific basis.

For example, colds and fevers are generally caused by inflammation.

Blood test results can show changes in the percentage of neutrophils and lymphocytes.

Western medicine treatment is to eliminate inflammation,

Let me ask you, what is the scientific basis for Chinese medicine treatment?

The reason he used the common cold as an example is that a common cold can be cured in a week without medication.

Even these Chinese medicine practitioners have given examples of Chinese medicine curing colds.

He could refute this by saying that colds heal on their own, not with Chinese medicine.