Western medicine and Traditional Chinese Medicine (TCM) have been mortal enemies since the late Qing Dynasty. Western doctors dismissed TCM as quackery, and many Chinese who studied Western medicine would rather die than swallow a single dose of herbal soup, as if doing so proved they stood on the side of science—noble and great.

Zhong Guofang and the two accompanying doctors had openly denounced TCM as pseudoscience, yet Li Yundong’s words were like sharp needles, piercing their vital points with every sentence, making disbelief impossible.

Though churning with anxiety in their hearts, their mouths remained stubbornly unconvinced—a duck roasted to perfection still has a rotten beak!

Zhong Guofang, silenced by Li Yundong, suddenly flushed red, his neck bulging as he roared, "You're speaking nonsense, making baseless accusations! You—what is your name? I will sue you for slander!"

Li Yundong sneered, "Sue me for slander? Which one of my statements was slanderous?"

One of the doctors nearby snapped back to reality: this was no trivial matter. The news that Zhong Guofang, a respected figure, had been thoroughly reprimanded by a young man would not just be embarrassing for him; it would be a major disgrace for the hospital. He was a visiting specialist specifically brought in by the dean! By then, the dean’s wrath would surely fall upon them.

The doctor jolted, immediately pointing at Li Yundong and shouting, "Do you have any evidence to prove everything you just said is true?"

Hearing this, Li Yundong glanced sideways at him and scoffed, "Evidence? The evidence is right on his face. Can’t you see it yourself?"

The doctor boomed, "Where is it? I don't see anything!"

Seeing the other party resorting to aggressive sophistry, lying with wide-open eyes, Li Yundong sneered, "Of course, you can't see it. Your eyes only see bureaucracy, money, and power; how could you see the patient's condition? Whether someone is sick or not is just whatever you decree, isn't it?"

The doctor’s face flushed crimson with anger. "What insolent brat is this, utterly lacking in manners!"

Li Yundong roared back, "Who are you calling a brat?"

The doctor furiously retorted, "The brat is insulting you!"

Li Yundong nodded and laughed heartily, "Exactly, the brat is insulting me!"

Zhou Qin, who had been watching the intensely charged argument between Li Yundong and the others with a worried expression, suddenly let out a soft chuckle. The scene instantly reminded her of how Li Yundong argued with Liu Chuan back in the classroom.

She couldn't help but muse: She thought this young man had matured considerably, but unexpectedly, his core nature remained boyish. How adorable!

A girl caught in the throes of love is often unreasonable. Zhou Qin found even Li Yundong’s manner of arguing to be incredibly valiant and spirited; she watched him with genuine interest, wishing she could cheer him on from the sidelines.

This doctor had carelessly stumbled into Li Yundong’s verbal trap and was instantly choked into silence. He glared at Li Yundong, flushed with shame and anger, wishing he could roll up his sleeves and physically fight him.

Zhong Guofang slowly regained his composure. He took a deep breath and said gravely, "Young man, what you say must be based on objective facts! Speaking without any basis is precisely what slander is!"

Zhong Guofang spoke with self-righteous indignation, his face projecting an air of moral righteousness. In his heart, he sneered: Basis? What basis? Why did TCM decline? It’s simple: because it is a subjective discipline; nearly all diagnoses derive from human judgment! Western medicine can use various instruments to diagnose and confirm a person’s ailment, but TCM rarely yields results as visually direct as an X-ray plate.

A Western X-ray shows you have a problem here, and you have a problem there—that's objective fact laid bare. But TCM? It’s spoken from a person’s mouth. Hmph. Just because he says I’m sick makes me sick? I simply won’t admit it; what can he do about it?

Li Yundong looked at Zhong Guofang’s façade of uprightness, beneath which pulsed an underlying thug-like essence. A surge of anger rushed straight to his chest, lodging in his throat, impossible to swallow down.

Zhou Keqiang began trying to mediate. "Li Yundong, I know you mean well, but Qinqin’s illness cannot be treated haphazardly, nor can we indulge her whims. I think it’s best to let Dr. Zhong and the others treat her!"

Li Yundong shot him a sidelong glance. "Uncle Zhou, you don’t believe I can cure Zhou Qin’s illness?"

Zhou Keqiang was choked silent by Li Yundong’s question. One of the doctors sneered, "You can cure her? Never mind anything else, do you even have a medical license? Do you possess the qualifications to practice medicine?"

Another doctor chimed in, "Let me tell you, if you can cure her illness, our entire hospital could close down. You can be the doctor from now on!"

Zhong Guofang joined the chorus of condemnation, stating righteously, "Young man, treating illness isn't something you can do after just reading a few books found randomly somewhere. Stop fooling around here and go back to school to learn more."

Seeing these men arrayed against him, Li Yundong took a deep breath and surprisingly calmed down. He turned toward Zhou Qin and said seriously, "Let her choose. Zhou Qin, who do you want to treat you?"

Zhou Qin answered without hesitation, "Is that even a question? Of course, it’s you! These guys all look like lecherous scoundrels; I don’t trust them!"

This statement instantly turned Zhong Guofang and the two doctors the color of pig liver. Zhong Guofang roared, "Absolutely unreasonable!" With a flick of his sleeve, he prepared to leave.

Zhou Keqiang hurriedly plastered a smile on his face. "Dr. Zhong, please don't be angry. The child doesn't know any better; please don't stoop to their level."

Then, turning, he glared at Zhou Qin, "Qinqin, apologize to them immediately!"

Zhou Qin coldly laughed. "Dad, are you serious? Why should I apologize to them? Did I say anything untrue?"

Seeing his precious daughter throwing a tantrum again, Zhou Keqiang felt a splitting headache. "Qinqin, regardless, they came here to treat you!"

Zhou Qin remained silent, muttering to herself: I’ve been better for ages...

Li Yundong interjected, "Uncle Zhou, if you trust me, I can cure Zhou Qin’s illness in less than two days. There won't be any need for surgery..."

Zhong Guofang burst into loud laughter. "Every quack selling snake oil uses the same trick to fool patients! They prey on the patient's desperation to recover quickly, fooling them by claiming they can be cured rapidly! It’s all lies. Given her condition, two days is an impossible dream; perhaps two years wouldn't be enough!"

One of the doctors added with a cold sneer, "Hmph. She still needs to cooperate with treatment, otherwise, she’ll never stand up in her life!"

Fury filled Li Yundong, but he suppressed it and asked, "What if I can cure her?"

Another doctor mocked, "If you can cure her, then I’ll jump off this building! Young people boast without thinking first! Matters that even top domestic experts won't guarantee, you dare to claim? You have no idea how high the sky is!"

Li Yundong was enraged and about to speak when Zhou Qin suddenly raised an eyebrow and coldly said, "What did you just say?"

The doctor replied without thinking, "I said, if he can cure this illness, I will jump off right here!"

Zhou Qin snorted in anger. She could tolerate Ding Nan humiliating her in front of everyone, but she could not stand others showering endless scorn upon Li Yundong right in front of her.

Zhou Qin threw off the sheet and swiftly slid herself to the edge of the bed. Gritting her teeth, she prepared to stand up. Zhou Keqiang turned ashen-faced with fright. "Qinqin, what are you doing? Don't get agitated!"

Zhou Qin held up one hand, stopping Zhou Keqiang as he reached to help her. She hesitated for a moment, wondering secretly: If Li Yundong finds out I’m completely recovered, will he start ignoring me?

But the thought vanished instantly. Zhou Qin continued to grit her teeth and pushed herself to a standing position. The moment her feet touched the ground, everyone’s gaze snapped toward her soles. Li Yundong was already prepared to support her, and Zhou Keqiang nearby was sweating profusely with tension.

Zhou Qin smiled toward Li Yundong at her side, then slowly straightened her back. She took a deep breath and then, provocatively, addressed the two doctors and Zhong Guofang, "Well? I'm fine now!"

The eyes of the two doctors nearly bulged out of their heads. They pointed at Zhou Qin, stammering, "You, you… how, how did you stand up?"

Zhong Guofang also stared at Zhou Qin, dumbfounded, as if unable to believe his own eyes. "This—how is this possible?"

Zhou Qin pointed at Li Yundong and coldly said, "Do you know why I can stand up? It’s because he comes every day to massage and clear my meridians. That’s why I got better!"

Zhong Guofang cried out in disbelief, "Impossible! It’s impossible to be this fast! Only a few days! This is absolutely impossible!" He spun around and shouted at the two doctors, "Did you give me the wrong X-ray films to look at?"

One doctor hadn't processed the situation and just stared blankly at Zhou Qin, but the other reacted quickly and yelled, "Yes, yes! We must have used the wrong X-ray!"

Once he shouted that, the other doctor snapped back to reality and boomed, "It’s truly a miracle that you could heal on your own!"

Seeing them shamelessly trying to deny the truth and refuse to credit Li Yundong, Zhou Qin became furiously enraged. She pointed at Zhong Guofang and cursed, "Didn't you say it would take me two years to get better? I’m telling you, Li Yundong cured me in two days! Using the very TCM methods you look down upon!"

Then, she pointed at the doctor who had claimed he would jump off the building if she recovered, and shouted, "I am standing here perfectly fine now. Do you remember what you said just moments ago? I bet you’ve completely forgotten! To deny what you said with your eyes wide open—I think it would be better if you ended things early. I’ll even gift you a silk banner inscribed with four characters: 'Eliminating Harm for the People'; that would make your life worthwhile!"

Zhong Guofang and the two doctors were scolded until their faces were crimson and purple, sputtering incoherently. They wanted to argue back, but the facts were right before their eyes, making speech impossible.

Zhong Guofang’s face turned deep purple. He snorted and left with a swing of his hand.

Zhou Qin shouted after him, "Hey, remember this! Don't just spend all your time womanizing in the future, or you might drop dead suddenly!"

Zhong Guofang stumbled, turned back to shoot a hateful glare at both Zhou Qin and Li Yundong, and then hurried away.

The two remaining doctors exchanged wide-eyed glances and then rushed after him with loud cries.

Zhou Qin watched their receding figures and sneered, "I haven't seen much genuine medical skill from them, but when it comes to flattering, sucking up, and currying favor, I’d say they are world-class!"

When a woman of unparalleled beauty like Zhou Qin got angry, her verbal attacks were astonishingly sharp. The commotion attracted patients from neighboring rooms to watch the spectacle. An old lady who often exchanged pleasantries with Zhou Qin couldn't help but ask, "Daughter Zhou, why are you so angry?"

As soon as the words left her mouth, she suddenly saw Zhou Qin standing on the floor, and she gasped, "You're healed? When did that happen? How so fast?"

While her expression toward the medical experts had been icy, Zhou Qin’s face softened into a gentle breeze the moment she turned to the others. She smiled, "Grandma Xu, my legs are all better!" As she spoke, she gracefully walked a few steps inside the ward.

Old Mrs. Xu stared at Zhou Qin up and down in shock. She had personally witnessed Zhou Qin being admitted to the hospital, and she had seen the entire transformation—from despair and gloom to cheerful vivacity, from being bedridden paralysis to being full of life—and all of this had happened in just two or three days!

Old Mrs. Xu asked with profound shock, "How did you get cured? After only a few days? Who treated you?"

Zhou Qin pursed her lips, smiling proudly. She gestured toward Li Yundong, who had been standing quietly beside her. "He cured me. Don't let his youth fool you; this young man is an unparalleled master, a genius rarely seen in a generation!"

Grandma Xu turned and scrutinized Li Yundong from head to toe. She hadn't initially believed that such a young boy could possess such formidable skill and methods, but the fact was irrefutable; she had no choice but to believe.

Moreover, the elderly are often the most pragmatic. Sometimes, no matter how flowery the speech, they won't be convinced, but the moment their eyes witness a fact, they instantly believe it!

Old Mrs. Xu suddenly knelt before Li Yundong with a thud, crying out loudly, "Little Miracle Doctor, please help this old woman too!"