"What’s this girl’s name?"
Many people were inquiring, hardly anyone remembered Bai Xiao’s self-introduction just now.
"Bai Xiao, a new advanced student."
"So amazing!"
"Yes! Yes, she’s incredible."
"A doctor like Bai is really too cool!"
"What’s her background?"
"Heard she’s already a resident doctor at their hospital."
"That’s so awesome! No wonder her acupuncture flows like water, and she made a rabbit move freely with just three needles."
"And she’s so beautiful, the goddess of my dreams."
"Get lost! All you saw was her beauty!"
"A graceful lady makes a fine match for a gentleman, what’s wrong with that?"
From then on, many people had a complete change of heart regarding the course of Traditional Chinese Medicine Acupuncture; many had decided they would take such a course seriously in the future.
What they learned was a self-defense weapon that could cure all kinds of diseases.
Could there be any more cool ability than that?
"Bai Xiao, I have a cold today, my nose is plugged, and I’m sneezing and have a runny nose. Didn’t you say you can cure all diseases? So, can you cure me?"
A student from the back row stood up.
Bai Xiao was startled.
What was this about?
"Get lost, Zhang Zhaoyuan, you’re a Western Medicine Pharmacist, what mess are you trying to create in our Traditional Chinese Medicine class?"
"Exactly, stop causing trouble."
Zhang Zhaoyuan pushed his glasses up on the bridge of his nose, revealing a sharp glint that was clearly one of disagreement and challenge.
He stood up and walked down the stairs step by step, coming to the front of the lecture podium.
"Bai Xiao, you’ve greatly exaggerated the efficacy of Traditional Chinese Medicine. You should know that compared to Western Medicine, Traditional Chinese Medicine still has undeniable weaknesses and disadvantages, such as slow effects and an inability to achieve immediate results for many patients. You say that Traditional Chinese Medicine can cure hundreds of diseases—don’t you blush when you say that?
Appendicitis, hepatitis, pneumonia, heart transplants—aren’t these all carried out by Western Medicine, not to mention the cesarean sections which girls like you wouldn’t be able to manage without Western Medicine, and yet you brazenly claim that your acupuncture can cure all diseases.
So, as a student of Western Medicine at the Medical College, I’m here to challenge you. A cold is simple, right? It doesn’t require surgery, no machines are needed. Aren’t you the one with an acupuncture kit that cures all diseases? Let’s give it a try then! Even a minor ailment like a cold can’t be said to be cured right away after taking medicine, so how do you manage to cure all diseases with your treatments?"
There he stood in the audience, his momentum mighty, and Bai Xiao realized this time that he came to ruin the class.
There was a chorus of cursing in the Traditional Chinese Medicine classroom.
"That Zhang Zhaoyuan is such a bastard, if acupuncture could cure a cold in an instant, who would still buy cold medicine?"
"He really came to seriously challenge us!"
"Right, I’ve heard of taking medicines for a cold, never of acupuncture for it, that’s just nonsense."
"Kick him out, he’s just here to crash our Traditional Chinese Medicine class."
"That’s too much!"
Zhang Zhaoyuan stood unmoving, just standing there beneath the podium, indifferent to all the scolding, his gaze fixedly on Bai Xiao, forcing her to admit that acupuncture couldn’t cure a cold.
Professor Niu had already examined the little rabbit, whose leg indeed had healed. Professor Niu was simply very shocked.
It’s not that he, a professor teaching acupuncture and massage, didn’t believe in it—quite the opposite, he believed it more than anyone else.
Yet, that acupuncture could heal a rabbit’s lame leg with just three needles was something unbelievable to him.
He had been immersed in the field of acupuncture for many years; only his teacher, the grandmaster of traditional martial arts, could have achieved that. To this day, he had never met anyone else with this ability.
He couldn’t either.