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

The scenery along the shores of Lake Geneva in late autumn is picturesque.

This city is known as the "City of Peace".

Today, however, little peace and respect were shown to the Chinese delegation who had traveled from afar.

Inside the conference hall at the headquarters of the World Health Organization.

It was magnificent and resplendent, with a huge crystal chandelier casting a dazzling light.

Top medical experts and health officials from dozens of countries around the world, dressed in suits and holding champagne, were present.

They were all there, chatting and laughing elegantly.

This is the world's premier arena of fame and fortune in the medical community, where an air of superiority permeates the atmosphere.

"Dean Li, this is outrageous!"

A complaint tinged with tears broke the oppressive atmosphere in the corner.

The accompanying translator was a young woman who had recently graduated, named Xiao Liu.

At that moment, her eyes were red, and she was pointing at the several folding chairs in front of her that were not yet neatly arranged, trembling with anger.

"Why did they put us in this corner?"

"This place is a million miles away from the main stage; the restrooms and cleaning supplies room are right next door!"

"There's not even a table. How are we supposed to take notes? How are we supposed to communicate?"

Li Xuan stood there, his expression still calm as still water.

He was wearing a dark gray Zhongshan suit.

He looked completely out of place in this setting filled with tuxedos and suits.

Yet it also possesses a unique and aloof quality.

He looked around.

Indeed, compared to the round tables in the center of the venue, which were covered with velvet tablecloths, adorned with flowers and nameplates, this was quite different.

Their spot was located at the very edge of the hall, right next to the emergency exit.

It's practically prepared for a beggar who's just trying to freeload.

There wasn't even a sign that read "Chinese Delegation".

"Not only that."

Another official from the Ministry of Health who accompanied the group was also indignant, saying, "I just looked at the meeting agenda."

"A full three days of conferences, dozens of keynote speeches, and not a single one was scheduled for us!"

"Not even five minutes for speaking time!"

"What does this mean?"

"Did we come here just to be spectators and sit on the sidelines?"

Just then, a shrill laugh rang out.

"Oh! Look, that's traditional Chinese medicine."

Several blond, blue-eyed, and pot-bellied white experts walked over.

The leader wore gold-rimmed glasses, and a nameplate on his chest read "Dr. Smith, Chief Neurologist at the Mayo Clinic".

Smith, holding a glass of red wine, looked Li Xuan and his team up and down with the gaze one would give a circus monkey.

"I thought the World Health Organization was joking."

"I didn't expect they would actually invite a group of 'wizards' over."

Smith turned to his companions and laughed loudly, "Gentlemen, have you heard of this?"

"They treat patients without instruments or tests; they just feel the wrist and insert needles!"

"Hahaha, this is an insult to modern medicine!"

"Yes!"

Another French expert echoed, "That kind of thing was long ago consigned to the dustbin of history in Europe."

"That's superstition, a placebo, or even poisonous roots and bark!"

The foreign experts around him burst into laughter, their eyes filled with arrogance and disdain.

The translator, Xiao Liu, was so angry that tears welled up in her eyes; she really wanted to argue back.

But in the face of these international authorities, she felt a deep sense of powerlessness and inferiority.

"Please...please give the Venerable One a break..." Xiao Liu's voice was barely audible, and no one paid any attention to it.

Smith went even further, stepping forward and lightly flicking Li Xuan's collar with his finger, a mocking look on his face.

"Mr. Wizard, now that you're here, you might as well sit quietly in the corner and watch."

"Let's see what real science is and what real medicine is."

"If there are any leftover sandwiches later, I'll have someone send some over, hahaha!"

After saying that, he turned to leave, leaving everyone with an arrogant back view.

"stop."

A deep, mellow voice suddenly rang out in the noisy hall.

The sound wasn't loud, but it had a penetrating power that made everyone freeze for a moment.

Smith paused, then instinctively turned around: "Who's speaking?"

Li Xuan slowly stepped forward, blocking Xiao Liu's path.

He stood tall with one hand in his pocket, his deep eyes staring directly at Smith.

A graceful yet cold smile curved at the corners of his lips.

"Dr. Smith, I think you should apologize to this lady."

The entire room fell silent.

Everyone stared in surprise at the Eastern man in the Zhongshan suit.

No one expected that this seemingly taciturn "wizard" would dare to speak like that!

"You...you..." Smith stammered, "Are you kidding me? I need to apologize to her?"

You're saying Traditional Chinese Medicine is witchcraft? Is it superstition?

Li Xuan spoke calmly, his aura overwhelming all the Western experts present.

"Then let me ask you, when you were still using bloodletting to kill Washington."

"Traditional Chinese medicine practitioners are already using Mafeisan (a type of anesthetic) in surgical procedures."

"While you were still helpless against the Black Death, traditional Chinese medicine had already established a comprehensive epidemic prevention system."

"As for now..."

Li Xuan sneered, his gaze sharp as a knife as he swept across the entire room.

"Can the instruments and data you're so proud of cure all diseases?"

"If you can't, what right do you have to stand on the high ground of science and ridicule a wisdom that has protected humanity for thousands of years?"

"This is arrogance! This is ignorance! This is the greatest blasphemy against life!"

These words were powerful and thought-provoking.

The translator, Xiao Liu, looked up at Li Xuan's retreating figure with admiration, and finally stopped crying.

This is the true demeanor of a great nation's physicians!

Smith's face turned a deep purplish-red; he never expected to be publicly reprimanded by a doctor from a "backward country."

"You...that's all sophistry!"

Smith, enraged, retorted, "What's the use of just talking a good game?"

"Medicine is based on evidence! Without data, it's pseudoscience!"

"You want empirical evidence, right?"

Li Xuan took a step forward, looking directly into Smith's eyes. "Then let's make a bet."

"What are we betting on?"

"During these three days of meetings."

Li Xuan held up three fingers, "If I can cure a patient that your Western medicine can't cure."

"You should apologize to Traditional Chinese Medicine in front of the world's media, admitting your ignorance and arrogance!"

"On the contrary, I, Li Xuan, will withdraw from the medical field and never practice medicine again!"

The entire audience erupted in uproar.

This bet is too big!

This is practically gambling with one's career!

Looking at Li Xuan's extremely confident eyes, Smith felt inexplicably uneasy.

But then he thought again, how could that be?

A disease that even top experts like them can't cure, can be cured with just a few needles?

That's absolutely unbelievable!

"Okay! I'll take it!"

Smith said through gritted teeth, "You'll be packing your bags and going home!"

"I will make the whole world laugh at Traditional Chinese Medicine!"

"Then let's wait and see."

Li Xuan smiled faintly, turned around and returned to that deserted corner, where he sat down with an air of authority.

"Xiao Liu, don't cry."

Li Xuan picked up the thermos and gently blew on the floating tea leaves.

"It doesn't matter if the bench is cold, as long as we have the skills, sooner or later people will be begging us to sit in the main seat."

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