“Western medicine is nothing but spicy and does not deserve to be compared with Chinese medicine!”
"Boy, since you are so confident in Chinese medicine, do you have the guts to compete with me? I want to see how Chinese medicine compares to our Western medicine!" the middle-aged man standing next to Qin Hao said angrily.
His name is Dong Zhengming. When he grew up, he studied Western medicine in the Kingdom of Magnesia. After returning to Yunhai City, he quickly became a leader in Western medicine in Yunhai with high prestige by virtue of his superb Western medicine skills.
Other Western doctors at the venue also spoke out one after another, asking Qin Hao and Dong Zhengming to compete in their medical skills. They also wanted to prove that Western medicine is better than Chinese medicine.
"Qin Hao, Dr. Dong has a great reputation in the medical community in Yunhai City and his medical skills are very powerful. You'd better not compete with him!!"
Before Qin Hao could speak, Huang Zhuru whispered to him, urging him not to compete with Dong Zhengming in medical skills.
However, Qin Hao didn't seem to hear her words, but said to Dong Zhengming: "It's okay if you want me to compete with you in my medical skills, but if you lose, the content of this banner must be changed to 'Chinese and Western Medicine'"
"Medical Conference', do you dare?"
"No problem, but if you lose, you must admit loudly that your Chinese medicine is bullshit and not worthy of being compared with our Western medicine!" Dong Zhengming nodded, but he also put forward conditions.
"Okay!" Qin Hao nodded and replied without thinking.
Huang Zhuru stood aside, although she did not speak, her face was full of worry.
"Everyone, if anyone is sick, please come out and let me and him take turns to diagnose and treat him?" At this time, Dong Zhengming said to the doctors present.
"Here I go, I haven't been feeling well for the past two days, so I'm here to treat you as a patient!" At this time, a middle-aged man sitting in the middle of the second row came out and came to Qin Hao and Dong Zhengming's side.
"Should you diagnose and treat first or me first?" Dong Zhengming asked Qin Hao as the middle-aged man arrived.
"You come first!" Qin Hao said casually.
Dong Zhengming nodded without any politeness and began to treat the middle-aged man.
"You have a fever and a cold. Just buy Yinqiao tablets, Pudilan granules, and honeysuckle granules. You will be fine with your cold in two days!"
Soon, Dong Zhengming figured out the reasons for the physical ailments of middle-aged people and gave specific treatment methods.
"As expected of Dr. Dong, this treatment method is really good for a cold. If I prescribe medicine, it will definitely not be cured if I don't drink it for three days!"
"You are doing well. If it were me, it would definitely take more than five days!"
"Dr. Dong is really amazing. I must ask him for advice in the future!"
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As Dong Zhengming gave out the treatment plan, there were countless cheers in an instant, and all the Western doctors in the venue praised him.
However, Dong Zhengming didn't seem to hear these compliments. Instead, he looked at Qin Hao and said, "It's up to you to diagnose and treat him now!"
Qin Hao nodded, glanced at the sick middle-aged man, and said to Dong Zhengming: "You are right, he does have a fever and cold!"
"Humph, you came to the conclusion before you even read it. It's exactly the same as Dr. Dong. You don't want to draw a tie with Dr. Dong!" Before Dong Zhengming could say anything, the sick middle-aged man started talking.
He said dissatisfiedly.
Other doctors in the venue also spoke one after another, mocking Qin Hao, and their words were quite unpleasant.
"Traditional Chinese medicine emphasizes looking, hearing, asking, and understanding, do you know?" Qin Hao ignored the others and asked the sick middle-aged man in a deep voice.