Five thousand!
One thousand eight hundred years!
Four hundred years!
The three times reported by Ye Feng were concise and powerful, like a sharp blade that directly pierced the fragile self-esteem of the small-eyed reporter.
How could people who lived five thousand years ago plagiarize a book written by people who lived four hundred years ago
Even a fool knows the answer to such a simple question.
It's ridiculous that these Koreans had the nerve to regard a plagiarized work that copied 83 Chinese medical classics and more than 120 ancient books as a treasure, and even turned around and accused Chinese traditional medicine of plagiarizing Korean medicine.
There are many shameless people in this world, but there is only one nation that is as shameless as them.
Or maybe it could be said that this group of people have lost the idea of shame. This is what they call the most shameless.
"Nonsense..."
The reporter with small eyes blushed and opened his mouth wide, wanting to refute Ye Feng, but after racking his brains for a long time, he really couldn't find the right words to refute Ye Feng.
Because any lie is so pale and powerless in the face of the truth.
"When the four schools compete together, I, Goryeo Korean Medicine, will let you know who can truly bear the title of miracle doctor!"
After a long time, the reporter with small eyes chose to give up refuting Ye Feng, but still did not give up.
"I won't argue with a group of people who don't even uphold the most basic moral bottom line..." Ye Feng shook his head disdainfully and said indifferently:
"As for the result of the four-school joint competition, let the result speak for itself! But today's incident also made me understand a truth. It turns out that there is a reason why some people call you sticks. After all, only wooden sticks don't know what shame is, and would do some stupid things that are beyond their capabilities!"
After he finished speaking, Ye Feng held his head high and strode towards the Tianyuan Group Building.
"Shame on you! Just wait to lose!"
Jiang Yuxin looked at the small-eyed reporter with disdain and followed Ye Feng into the building.
The reporter with small eyes clenched his fists and gritted his teeth. He looked at Ye Feng and said loudly, "Just wait, you liar. We Korean doctors are invincible. We will let you know what real medical skills are!"
"You stupid Korean, I told you you were fat, and you're still panting, right? Korean doctor, you stupid Korean doctor, go back to your hometown and find some Koreans!"
"You plagiarized our Chinese classics and claimed it was yours. I'm going to teach you a lesson today!"
As soon as he finished speaking, a group of Chinese traditional medicine enthusiasts who had already been filled with indignation because of Ye Feng's words gathered over, looking at the small-eyed reporter with unfriendly faces and scolding him angrily.
"You...you..."
The small-eyed reporter made a living by talking and was timid as a mouse. Seeing this situation, he dared not stay any longer. He winked at the photographer, and the two of them disappeared from the crowd's sight with their heads in their hands like drowned dogs.
boom!
Seeing their embarrassed fleeing figures, the crowd suddenly burst into laughter.
In fact, no one would really beat up these two guys, because beating up such clowns would simply dirty one's hands.
But they didn't expect these two guys to be so cowardly. They were scared into submission by just a few threats.
After watching the two men walk away, the supporters of traditional Chinese medicine turned their heads to look at the Tianyuan Group Building, then strode into the building with big strides, their eyes full of expectation and nervousness.
The best way to defeat lies is with the truth!
Similarly, if Ye Feng wants to make those thick-skinned scoundrels shut up, the best way is for him to cure the girl named Xiaoya under the witness of the world and free her from the torture of brain cancer.
But, is Chinese Traditional Medicine really so miraculous that it can really cure a patient with advanced brain cancer? !
Everyone was unsure whether Ye Feng could really achieve the goal as they wished.
…
"Xiao Ya, are you afraid of so many people?"
When Ye Feng walked into the hall, Xiaoya and Dean Hu were already surrounded by countless TV sets. Under the light, Xiaoya was obviously a little nervous. She lay in Dean Hu's arms, looking around timidly.
"With the Dean's mom and Big Brother here, Xiaoya is not afraid!"
Xiaoya shook her head vigorously, smiled sweetly, and then looked at Ye Feng expectantly and said, "Big brother, the director's mother said that you can help Xiaoya cure her illness. Is this true?"
"Big brother, please make sure Xiaoya can grow up happily, run like other kids, and do what she loves!" Ye Feng nodded firmly, then rubbed Xiaoya's head lovingly.
Snap! Snap! Snap!
The warmth and kindness in Ye Feng's eyes almost melted people's hearts. Such a look warmed the hearts of the reporters, and they quickly pressed the shutter to record this precious scene.
Many people have even thought about it. If Ye Feng can really cure Xiaoya's brain cancer, then this photo will be used as the illustration in the news to be released.
They believe that with a picture like this, even without any text, the number of clicks can create a historical record!
"This is the diagnosis certificate issued by Beijing No. 1 Hospital for Xiaoya. It is stage 4 brain cancer, which is what we often call the late stage. After on-site supervision by this notary public, the case is true and will be kept on file for anyone to review!"
Soon, two notaries came to the crowd and showed Xiaoya's medical records and brain X-rays.
Because of the long-term suffering from illness, Xiaoya's face already looked a little pale, and now under the illumination of so many spotlights, it was as white as a piece of paper.
Moreover, her skin was so thin that one could clearly see the dark blue blood vessels beneath her skin with the naked eye.
Looking at her condition, there was actually no need for the notary to do any identity verification to confirm her illness.
Therefore, no one raised any objection to Xiaoya's condition. As for the few Western doctors who thought Ye Feng was just bragging and came to watch the fun, after checking the medical records and diagnosis, they remained silent and stepped aside.
Xiaoya's condition was exactly the same as what the notary had said, and was even more serious than what was written in the medical records.
Because Xiaoya is only a six-year-old child. At such an age, suffering from such an illness, the trauma she suffers in her heart is probably far greater than the pain she endures physically.
Under such circumstances, although they thought that it was nonsense for Ye Feng to cure cancer with traditional Chinese medicine, deep down in their hearts, they also hoped that a miracle would really happen. In this way, there would be one less patient in the world and one more happier little girl!
"Treatment begins!"
At this moment, Ye Feng looked around and spoke calmly, word by word.