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Chapter seven hundred and seventy-fifth I wanted to smoke you for a long time

Sharapova's expression changed, she glared at him and said, "What do you mean by that?"

She is just a female officer, so of course she doesn't know the peeing habits of Bangbang people.

Ye Bufan frowned when he heard this. This guy was really too shameless.

It was only a few years ago that Korean medicine changed its name. It used to be the traditional Chinese medicine from the Huaxia School District. It was based on the "Compendium of Materia Medica", "Treatise on Febrile and Miscellaneous Diseases", "Huangdi Neijing" and other great works of traditional Chinese medicine.

As a result, just a few days after I learned it, I turned around and said that Chinese medicine originated from Korean medicine, and added the word "stealing". Could it be any more shameless than this?

Jin Yingquan put his hands behind his back and was full of momentum. He knew very well what Chinese medicine and Korean medicine were. If the person standing in front of him was a national expert in Chinese medicine, he would definitely not dare to speak so freely.

But in front of him, this was just a 20-year-old baby. Even if he was born to study Chinese medicine, how much would he learn? How could he put it in his eyes?

Because of this, he has the confidence to speak out loudly.

"General Popov, this female general, you may not know that Chinese traditional Chinese medicine is originally Korean medicine from our Bangbang country.

It's a pity that what they have learned is only superficial, and they don't have many useful things, so don't let him treat the old general, otherwise it will make a big mistake."

Neither Popov nor Sharapova understood the situation. After hearing what he said, no one spoke anymore and turned their attention to Ye Bufan.

Jin Yingquan had a proud look on his face. This kind of thing could not be explained clearly in China, let alone in the Ice Bear Country, which did not understand the situation at all. He believed that the other party could not explain anything and could only be trampled to death by himself.

But before the smile on his face fully bloomed, there was a sudden snap, and a big mouth slapped his face, pulling him out seven or eight meters, and hitting the wall next to him with a bang.

The one who took action was naturally Ye Bufan, but the speed of his action was so fast that many people didn't even see his movements clearly.

He took out a tissue and wiped his hands, looked at Jin Yingquan who was lying on the ground and said: "To be honest, for guys like you who are always grabbing other people's things, I have wanted to slap you for a long time, and today I finally got my wish."

Everyone in the room was shocked. No one expected that this little doctor had such a hot temper and would hit people whenever he asked.

Sharapova was even more like this. She chatted and laughed with Ye Bufan along the way. She thought she was a weak scholar, but she didn't expect to be so powerful.

Gabulov was extremely angry. Jin Yingquan was the person he invited, and this slap was almost equivalent to a slap on his face.

He reached out, pulled out the pistol from his waist, and pointed it at Ye Bufan's head.

But before he could fully raise his hand, the pistol was in the opponent's hand.

Ye Bufan said coldly: "I have a bad temper. I don't like being pointed at a gun. I won't do it again."

After he finished speaking, he rubbed his hands together, and the fine steel pistol turned into an iron ball and was thrown to the ground with a bang.

Popov's expression changed drastically and he was about to get angry, when Sharapova whispered a few words in his ear.

When he heard that the other party was from Huaxia Xuanyuan Pavilion and had cooperated with him several times, his expression softened a little.

"Mr. Ye, this is my father's ward. Please show due respect."

Ye Bufan also knew that he came to the Ice Bear Kingdom to represent Xuanyuan Pavilion, so naturally he did not want to cause trouble.

He smiled slightly: "I'm sorry, General Popov, this guy's mouth is too mean, I couldn't hold it back for a while."

Jin Yingquan got up from the ground. Seeing that his big mouth was beaten in vain, he was still a little angry. He pointed at Ye Bufan and shouted: "Boy, what's the point of using force? If you have the ability to compete with me in medical skills."

Ye Bufan glanced at him and said, "Compared with my medical skills, you are not worthy."

"I don't deserve it, how dare you say I don't deserve it?" Jin Yingquan was so angry that his beard trembled, "Do you dare to make a bet with me?"

Ye Bufan said simply: "You don't deserve it."

"Arrogant, really too arrogant. You Chinese medicine doctors only learned a little bit from Korean medicine, but you dare to show off in front of me..."

Seeing this guy belittle Chinese medicine again, Ye Bufan's face turned cold, and a strong murderous intention burst out from his body.

"roll!"

Although it was just a short word, Jin Yingquan was still frightened and trembled, and he restrained himself a lot.

He even had some doubts that if he angered this young man, he would really kill him here.

He took two steps back slightly and said in a stern tone: "You ignorant boy from China, just wait for me.

I have cured the old general now and let you see what real Korean medicine is and what real medical skills are."

He turned to Popov and said, "Please allow me to treat the old general."

"Okay." Popov said, "Mr. Jin, as long as you can cure my father, I will be grateful."

Sharapova wanted to say something else, but Ye Bufan quietly pulled her back and motioned her to just stand aside and watch.

Although he had not yet diagnosed the pulse, he had already clearly seen Shevchenko's condition. This kind of disease was simply not something that little Korean doctors could cure.

All he needs to do is enjoy the show and watch him become embarrassed.

Jin Yingquan did not have Ye Bufan's ability. He had to take a pulse to determine the patient's condition. After receiving permission, he glanced at Ye Bufan proudly and walked towards the bedside.

Sitting on the bedside, he began to check Shevchenko's pulse. As time passed by, the look on his face became increasingly ugly.

A full five or six minutes passed, and there was even a faint hint of sweat on his forehead.

Popov said eagerly: "Mr. Jin, how is my father's illness? Is there any hope?"

"this……"

Jin Youngquan withdrew his right hand for diagnosing the pulse, looking embarrassed.

Although he is arrogant, he does have some real abilities. With his medical attainments, there is no way he can cure Shevchenko's disease.

He licked his dry lips and said coquettishly: "I'm sorry, General Popov, the old general's condition is really too serious and has reached the state of degeneration.

This kind of illness can't be cured even by gods and immortals, so you should prepare for your funeral."

After hearing what he said, the hope in Popov's eyes was shattered, and his expression instantly became ugly.

Sharapova secretly breathed a sigh of relief when she heard that the old man could not cure Shevchenko.

She glanced at Gablov and said sarcastically: "Mr. Jin, didn't you just keep saying that you would be able to cure the old general?

Aren’t we supposed to let everyone see what Korean medicine is? Aren’t we supposed to open our eyes and see what real medical skills are? Why can’t we cure it now?

Could it be that the Korean doctors you mentioned are good at bragging?"

"Well……"

No matter how thick-skinned Jin Yingquan was, he couldn't bear the ridicule. His old face instantly turned the color of pig liver, so red that it seemed like he was about to bleed.

Facing Popov's unkind look, he hurriedly said: "I really can't blame you for this. It's not that the Korean doctors are incompetent, it's that the old general's condition is too serious.

Not only me, I believe others are also powerless."

A hint of sarcasm appeared at the corner of Ye Bufan's mouth: "It's your Korean doctors who are incompetent, please don't include others in it, okay?"

Hearing his words, Jin Yingquan seemed to find an outlet immediately, "Boy, what do you know? Our Korean medicine is incompetent, can your Chinese medicine cure the old general's disease?"


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