Courtyard House: Starting by inheriting the tradition and suppressing the barbarians.

Autumn, 1985.

The sky over Beijing was exceptionally blue, and the red leaves of the Western Hills were in full bloom.

This autumn is special for the medical community in Beijing.

Even for the entire Chinese medicine community, an unprecedented event has occurred.

The World Health Organization is about to hold a global summit on traditional medicine in Geneva.

This is not unusual.

But surprisingly, the World Health Organization sent an unprecedented special invitation to China!

Furthermore, they specifically invited Li Xuan, the president of Hongxing Hospital and a leading figure in traditional Chinese medicine!

As the sole representative of Chinese medicine, I attended the conference and delivered a keynote speech!

This is the first time since the founding of the nation!

The news sent shockwaves throughout the country.

Logically speaking, this should be a cause for celebration and national glory.

But no one expected that this invitation would be like a stone thrown into a latrine, creating no ripples.

Instead, it emitted a nauseating stench.

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"Absurd! Utterly absurd!"

In a conference room of a famous Western medicine hospital in Beijing.

A middle-aged man with a Western-style mustache and wearing gold-rimmed glasses was slamming a newspaper down with a loud bang.

His name is Wu Deren. He is a medical doctor who has just returned from studying in the United States and is known as "the number one surgeon in Beijing's Western medicine field"!

They have always been arrogant and looked down on traditional Chinese medicine.

"Comrades! Look at this! What kind of mess is this?"

Wu Deren pointed to the newspaper report about Li Xuan's upcoming visit, spitting as he spoke.

"What is Traditional Chinese Medicine? It's feudal superstition! It's pseudoscience! It's witchcraft!"

"Let someone who practices witchcraft speak in Geneva, a sacred hall of science."

"This isn't about bringing honor to our country; it's about making a fool of ourselves!"

Several young doctors below chimed in, "Yes, Dr. Wu."

"Nowadays, people abroad emphasize evidence-based medicine and data."

"Traditional Chinese medicine practices like pulse diagnosis and acupuncture sound so mystical, can foreigners really believe them?"

"Believe it for nothing!"

Wu Deren sneered, "I bet Li Xuan will be booed off the stage this time!"

"At that time, he will completely disgrace the entire Chinese medical community!"

"No! I can't just stand by and do nothing!"

"I want to submit a petition! I want to publish an article in the newspaper!"

"We resolutely oppose this kind of pseudoscience representing the country on overseas visits!"

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In the following days, public opinion suddenly shifted.

Several influential newspapers suddenly published a number of strongly worded articles.

Traditional Chinese Medicine? Or Witchcraft? — A Review of Li Xuan's Trip to Geneva

Please do not display our ignorance on the international stage.

In the age of science, there is no need for outdated metaphysics.

Most of the authors of these articles are so-called "public intellectuals" and experts who have returned from overseas, like Wu Deren.

They used the banner of "science" to belittle and ridicule traditional Chinese medicine in every way.

There were even allegations that Li Xuan was a "charlatan" who made personal attacks.

Immediately, a flood of doubts arose.

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The farewell ceremony was held the day before I left the country.

Despite the widespread criticism from the outside world.

However, the Ministry of Health and relevant departments withstood the pressure.

A grand farewell party was held for Li Xuan in the VIP lounge of the Capital Airport.

Many reporters were present, including some who were looking to make headlines.

Li Xuan was dressed in a well-tailored Zhongshan suit, his posture upright like a pine tree.

Standing beside him were his daughter Li Yue, who had grown into a young woman, and his wife Hua Youlin, who remained elegant and beautiful.

"Dean Li! What are your thoughts on the recent criticisms in the newspapers?"

A young reporter wearing glasses squeezed to the front.

He shoved the microphone in front of Li Xuan, his tone aggressive, "Dr. Wu Deren says that traditional Chinese medicine is pseudoscience."

"If someone tells you that your trip is just to embarrass yourself and suggests you cancel, how would you respond?"

The scene fell silent instantly.

Everyone was watching Li Xuan.

I wonder if this controversial doctor will get angry or feel ashamed.

Even the leaders who came to see him off were on tenterhooks, fearing that Li Xuan would get into an argument with the reporters on the spot.

However, Li Xuan's expression remained calm and composed.

He took the microphone, but instead of answering immediately, he elegantly adjusted his cuffs.

He then raised his head and glanced indifferently at the reporter.

It also seemed to penetrate the lens, looking at those who were barking wildly in the dark corners.

"Pseudoscience?"

Li Xuan chuckled lightly, his smile carrying three parts disdain and seven parts pity.

Before answering this question, I'd like to tell you a story.

Li Xuan's voice was mellow and magnetic, echoing throughout the VIP room.

There is a saying in Zhuangzi's "Free and Easy Wandering": "The morning mushroom does not know the difference between dawn and dusk, and the cicada does not know the difference between spring and autumn."

"It means that fungi that are born in the morning and die at night don't know what night and dawn are."

"The cicada, which is born in spring and dies in summer, does not know what spring and autumn are."

The reporter was stunned: "Dean Li, what do you mean by this?"

Li Xuan's smile vanished, and his gaze suddenly sharpened, like a drawn sword.

What I mean is—you can't talk about ice with a summer insect.

boom!

The entire audience erupted in uproar.

This is not just a counterattack, it's a blatant attack that reduces the opponent's strength to a lower level!

This is a criticism of those so-called experts for their limited knowledge.

Just like summer insects, they don't claim that ice doesn't exist without ever seeing it in winter!

Li Xuan continued, his voice firm and powerful.

"Traditional Chinese medicine has been passed down for thousands of years, protecting and ensuring the survival and prosperity of the Chinese people."

"Back then, Western medicine was still using bloodletting!"

"What is the essence of medicine? It is to heal the sick and save lives!"

"It's not about playing with data in the lab, nor is it about engaging in verbal battles in the newspapers!"

Whether Traditional Chinese Medicine (TCM) is effective and scientifically sound isn't determined by words, but by its therapeutic effects!

"It was thanks to each and every life pulled back from the brink of death!"

At this point, Li Xuan stepped forward, looked directly at the camera, and exuded an aura of dominance.

"Tell those who only bark and howl to shut their mouths and open their eyes."

"Watch closely as I make the world bow down to Traditional Chinese Medicine."

After speaking, Li Xuan put the microphone on the table.

She turned around, took Hua Youlin's hand, and walked towards the boarding gate without looking back.

"Let's go, madam."

"Let's go to Geneva and make our ancestors proud."

Behind them, flashbulbs were going off like crazy.

Those reporters who had originally hoped to see a blunder were now speechless, overwhelmed by the powerful aura emanating from this man.

Summer insects can't talk about ice.

This statement made headlines in major newspapers the following day, delivering a slap in the face to those "public intellectuals."

The plane soared into the sky.

A legendary storm belonging to Traditional Chinese Medicine is about to sweep across the European continent!

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