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As expected, Western medicine won again this time. That Western doctor's method was simple and crude, not even needing to diagnose the patient's headache, just handing out painkillers directly.

While Dr. Zhao started thinking about how to treat the symptoms after knowing about them, the Western doctor made the patient swallow a pill, and it wasn't long before the patient's headache was relieved.

"I don't feel the pain anymore!"

The patient exclaimed in surprise, and the surrounding patients were left stunned.

"Whoa, are these Western medicines really that miraculous?"

"Next time I should see a Western doctor too. There's a reason why traditional Chinese medicine can't compete with Western medicine."

"I feel the same way, this Western medicine is really powerful and works instantly, but going to the hospital costs too much money."

"Yeah, last time I went to the hospital, got checked and got medicine, a thousand bucks were gone."

"But Western medicine cures the illness. Traditional Chinese medicine doesn't seem to have any effect. Last time, I took medicine for two months before I got better, and the cost wasn't cheap either."

"It seems like Western medicine is better after all."

The patients discussed endlessly, and the Western doctor smiled slightly, "I won."

Dr. Zhao's face was ashen, shakily retreating.

Yu Guanyi sighed and patted his shoulder, "Zhao, it's okay."

The Western side, seeing that traditional Chinese medicine had lost again, laughed scornfully, "They say traditional Chinese medicine is mysterious, but in my view, it's indeed mysterious—just a bunch of trickery."

"Peter, you can't say that. At least traditional Chinese medicine does have some effect. It proves the strength of our Western medicine."

Another person chimed in, which caused the group of Western doctors to burst into laughter.

"Forget it, I wanted to witness the might of traditional Chinese medicine, but I didn't expect it to be so feeble and worthless. Honestly, I can't understand why some people equate traditional Chinese medicine with Western medicine." One person shrugged.

They spoke unabashedly, their voices loud, and some didn't even use English, opting for broken Chinese instead, so their words reached the ears of those around them.

"You're going too far!" The traditional Chinese doctors were furious, and one even slapped the table fiercely.

"Too far? How is it too far? It's your traditional Chinese medicine that isn't as good," a Western doctor said indifferently, "What do you mean, losing and not allowing others to speak?"

Yu Guanyi's face was extremely gloomy, and Ye Chong stood up, "Luo De, you should hold back your people. This is just an exchange, and you should apologize to Dr. Yu and the others."

The one called Luo De was a white man in his forties or fifties with a big hook nose. He smiled and said, "Mr. Ye, unfortunately, an exchange can also determine victory and defeat. The fact proves that Western medicine is indeed stronger than traditional Chinese medicine. I don't see anything to apologize for here."

"You!" Ye Chong was also infuriated, momentarily speechless.

The group of patients also exploded, "Whoa, these Westerners are so arrogant?"

"There's no way around it, they are more skilled, what can we do?"

"But even then, there's no need to mock. Traditional Chinese medicine might not be as fast in effect as Western medicine, but it's still a national treasure. During the SARS outbreak, it was traditional Chinese medicine that came up with the solution."

"What good does that do? Foreigners only recognize results. All three trials were lost, so isn't it natural for them to be arrogant?"

The group of Western doctors stood up, and Luo De smiled, "Dr. Ye, thank you for your guidance, allowing us to see the truth behind traditional Chinese medicine. Although I'm regretful about its efficacy, I can only offer my regret and pity."

Yu Guanyi and the others were furious, many elderly Chinese medicine practitioners trembling with rage.

The group of Western doctors all shook their heads. A female doctor seemed quite disappointed, "Oh my God, forgive my ignorance. I didn't realize traditional Chinese medicine was just a deceptive trick."

"Lisa, it's not about that. These things lack scientific experiments and data support, so they can say whatever they want."

Seeing the unrestrained mockery and smiles of the Western doctors, Yu Guanyi coldly said, "Please wait a moment."

Luo De stopped and looked at Yu Guanyi, who stood up.

"Is there anything else?"

"Yes, since you want a competition, the competition isn't over yet."

Yu Guanyi was also enraged. Although his face was calm, there was anger deep in his eyes. Having practiced medicine for so many years, bringing traditional Chinese medicine to prominence was his ambition. How could he endure being squeezed and beaten back by Western medicine?

"Oh? But you've already lost," Luo De said.

"I haven't lost yet," Yu Guanyi stepped forward, "I'll compete with you."

Yu Guanyi was holding a flame of anger in his heart, and beside him, Ye Chong couldn't help but feel a bit anxious. This was a big risk. If Yu Guanyi lost, the blow would be more than just that.

"Oh my God, Dr. Yu is going to step up?" The patients watching were also a bit stunned.

"Dr. Yu is skilled. My grandmother was treated by him before, and she got better with medicine and hasn't relapsed since."

"Those Westerners are too much. Even if they won, they shouldn't act like this. Dr. Yu, I support you."

"Yes, defeat the foreigners."

Luo De conveyed Yu Guanyi's words to the others, and suddenly, the group of Western doctors halted.

"Professor Luo De, there's no need for a competition, right? They already proved to us with the previous competitions that traditional Chinese medicine can't rival Western medicine."

"Exactly, Professor Luo De, we should just catch the flight back."

Luo De said calmly, "It's okay, let's compete again. Let them give up hope, and who will participate this time?"

"I'll do it," a glasses-wearing white man of about thirty stood up, "My name is Adams."

"What will be the competition?" Yu Guanyi asked flatly.

Adams clapped his hands, and then, two patients walked up.

Yu Guanyi's eyes fell on those two patients.

"Do you have any ailments?" Yu Guanyi asked.

"Insomnia, nightmares," one patient said with a very distressed look, "I don't know why, but I just can't sleep."

"Me too, my mental stress is very high lately. Once I lie down, I can't sleep until two or three in the morning," another person said, sporting dark circles.

"Then we'll compete to see who can cure their insomnia directly. Old doctor, don't say I'm bullying you. You can choose a patient first," Adams said with a mocking smile.

"Him."

Yu Guanyi casually pointed.

"Alright, let's start the competition."

The person came to Yu Guanyi's side, and Yu Guanyi started to inquire about some symptoms while Adams used some instruments to check the patient's condition.

The atmosphere quieted, Ye Chong and the elderly Chinese medicine practitioners were somewhat worried, and the onlooking patients watched nervously, while the Western doctors remained indifferent, with some even sporting mocking smiles on their faces.