Super Strong Little Divine Farmer

The old traditional Chinese medicine doctors frowned upon seeing Jia Yun showing such respect to a young man.

Seeing the disdainful looks from the crowd, Jia Kun snorted coldly, "What kind of looks are these? Mr. Yao is a disciple of the renowned Zhou Fei."

"Zhou Fei!" Upon hearing the name, everyone present was shaken.

Zhou Fei is considered a legendary figure in the Chinese medicine community in China. Although he later retreated from the scene, his superb medical skills are still talked about with great enthusiasm.

Unexpectedly, Zhou Fei's disciple was here today, and everyone put away their contempt from earlier, looking at him with a touch of awe.

"Xiao Jia, you rascal, Master instructed you not to mention his name outside." Yao Hui was reprimanding Jia Kun on the surface, but there was a hint of pride in his eyes.

"Oh, you're a disciple of Mr. Zhou, my apologies, my apologies." Several of the traditional medicine doctors all paid their respects to Yao Hui.

Yao Hui's face was brimming with a bright smile and he provocatively glanced at Lin Chen.

At this moment, Lin Chen was completely ignored by everyone because in their eyes, he was just a follower.

"Alright, let me take a look at Mr. Jia's condition first." Yao Hui put on an air of mystery.

"Mr. Yao, please go ahead." Jia Yun said with respect on his face.

Yao Hui walked up to the bedside, where an elderly man with a face full of wrinkles was lying down, his hair was completely white, his eye sockets were sunken, and he looked very unwell.

Lin Chen, following behind everyone, frowned as he looked at the elderly man on the sickbed.

Yao Hui placed his hand on Mr. Jia's wrist to start diagnosing his pulse.

The other traditional medicine doctors were eager to see Yao Hui's skills and therefore were all concentrating intently while surrounding him.

Lin Chen just wanted to move a little closer to observe Mr. Jia's condition, but at this moment Jia Lin reached out and blocked Lin Chen.

"This young man, Mr. Yao is currently diagnosing Mr. Jia. Those unrelated, please leave." Jia Lin said in a cold tone.

Lin Chen frowned upon hearing this: "I came with Yao Hui to diagnose Mr. Jia, how did I become someone unrelated?"

"Of course, I know you came together, but as servants, we should know our place. Please leave and do not disturb Master Yao's treatment of Mr. Jia." Jia Lin said stiffly.

Jia Lin deliberately lowered his voice, so Yu Feifei, who was watching Yao Hui treat the patient nearby, did not hear their conversation.

Lin Chen glanced at Jia Kun, who was gloating not far away, and immediately understood that this must be another one of Yao Hui's attempts to humiliate him.

"Fine, I can leave, but don't come asking me to come back later." With that, Lin Chen turned and walked out the door and sat down on a nearby sofa.

However, just as Lin Chen sat down, Jia Lin followed him over.

"I'm sorry, this is a place for VIPs, and someone like you has no right to sit here." Jia Lin said with a sneer.

At this moment, the sofa was also occupied by many people, all Chinese medicine doctors who had come to diagnose Mr. Jia. They all looked at Lin Chen being driven away by Jia Lin with schadenfreude.

"Youngsters these days really have no sense, pretending to be a Chinese medicine doctor at such a young age."

"Exactly, young man, you probably haven't even graduated from university, I really admire your guts."

"Haha, this kid must have been found out for pretending and got kicked out."

Listening to the mocking voices, Lin Chen wasn't angry and said coldly, "Then where do you think I qualify to sit?"

Jia Lin snorted coldly, "See those steps over there? There's plenty of space, and it's cooler."

Lin Chen nodded, "Alright, I can sit there, but if you ever want me to get up, you'll have to kneel and kowtow to me."

With that, without looking back, Lin Chen sat down on the steps.

"You want me to kneel and kowtow to you? Do you think you're worthy!" Jia Lin snorted, spat disdainfully on the floor, and turned to go back inside.

At this time, Yao Hui had finished checking the pulse, but his expression was not looking good.

"Mr. Yao, how do you think my father's condition is?" Jia Yun asked expectantly.

Yao Hui frowned and said, "Mr. Jia seems to be lacking in vital energy and blood, I suspect it's a cardiovascular issue."

"Yes, yes, my father has been complaining about chest tightness recently." Jia Yun said anxiously.

Other traditional medicine doctors also nodded in agreement, "As expected of a disciple of Master Zhou, identifying the root cause just by examining the pulse."

"Does Mr. Yao have any treatment methods?" Jia Yun hurriedly asked.

The old traditional medicine doctors also perked up their ears. Actually, they had already figured out Mr. Jia's problem, but traditional medicine can only alleviate cardiovascular diseases. It's basically impossible to cure, especially since Mr. Jia's condition is already very serious now.

Yao Hui sighed, "For this type of cardiovascular disease, traditional medicine doesn't have many options, it can only alleviate. To cure, surgery is the only option."

Pfft!

Hearing this, the few old traditional medicine doctors almost felt like spitting blood.

They thought Yao Hui would offer some unique treatment method or prescribe some miracle remedy, but in the end, it was a surgery method using Western medicine.

"Haha, you traditional medicine doctors only handle minor ailments like headaches and colds. For major illnesses, you definitely have to rely on us Western doctors." At this time, a young man wearing a white lab coat walked in.

This person was Li Wei, a director from the cardiovascular department at Liao City Hospital, rumored to be an overseas returnee with a Ph.D.

As soon as Li Wei came in, he looked at the crowd with disdain, "Traditional medicine is just outdated stuff. You family members are really something, blindly believing in Chinese medicine, turning small ailments into big diseases, it's simply a disservice to yourself."

Everyone present was six or seventy-year-old traditional medicine doctors, and being lectured by a junior like this made all their old faces turn red with anger.

However, they didn't really have a recourse. After all, even a disciple of Master Zhou didn't have a solution, so they too could only suffer in silence.

Yao Hui snorted, "Traditional medicine has its strengths, and Western medicine has its advantages. I hope you don't insult traditional medicine."

Upon hearing Yao Hui's words, the people around applauded.

Li Wei looked at Yao Hui, "Does traditional medicine really have strengths? I haven't seen them. If what you said was so miraculous, then you wouldn't be here helplessly gathered around."

"You!" Yao Hui's face turned red with anger, but since what the other party said was true, he had nothing to counter with.

Yu Feifei bit her lip, suddenly recalling Lin Chen's treatment for that father and son, thinking Lin Chen might have a solution.

But as she looked around, Lin Chen was suddenly nowhere to be seen.

"Where's Lin Chen?" Yu Feifei asked.

Upon hearing Yu Feifei asking for Lin Chen, Jia Lin's expression changed slightly and he said with a smile, "Miss Yu, I saw that young man had nothing to do, so I asked him to sit outside."

"He went to sit outside? Lin Chen's medical skills are even better than the elders of our medicinal school, maybe he knows a way." Yu Feifei said.

"What?" When they heard Yu Feifei's words, everyone was stunned.

Better than the elders of the medicinal school, how's that possible.

This is when Li Wei suddenly laughed, "The person you're talking about won't be that kid sitting on the steps, will he?"

"What? Sitting on the steps?" Yu Feifei's face darkened upon hearing this.