Forced to marry a disabled man in the countryside? I'll repay you tenfold!

He quickly explained, "Please calm down, everyone! My student did say she could cure him, but I haven't seen him in person, and the patient was just brought in; treatment hasn't officially started yet. But I can guarantee with my decades of experience that she has saved many people from the brink of death; her medical skills are solid. Since she said she could cure him, I believe her!"

These words not only failed to quell the anger, but instead provoked even greater dissatisfaction.

"After all this time, you haven't even made a move, yet you shamelessly claim you can cure it?"

"Since it hasn't even started, why release any information? Saying it 'can be cured'—whether it's a 1% cure rate or a 100% cure rate, that's just too much of an exaggeration, isn't it?"

"I took the day off specifically to come here!"

"Our newspaper also temporarily removed this article from the page, and this is the result?" The reporters also started to complain, and the scene became a mess.

Professor Lin apologized repeatedly, his forehead covered in sweat.

Su Wanqing stood outside the crowd, listened quietly for a few moments, and frowned slightly—it felt like someone had deliberately leaked the news and exaggerated it.

Professor Lin wouldn't do that, so... She turned around and looked behind her, but there was no one there—Liu Hongmei had been detained, but the news had already spread.

But before she could think any further, Dean Li spotted her first, his face pale as he squeezed in, managing a weak smile:

"Dean Su, you've finally arrived. This matter... sigh, it's my fault for not handling it well. I don't know what happened, but this morning, experts and reporters from all over the country flocked here. They all said they heard you could cure that disease, and they all came to record and witness it. They all thought it had entered the final clinical verification stage... There was even a group of people who came to evaluate your professorship."

Dean Li himself was completely baffled—yesterday he only heard Su Wanqing mention "it can be cured," so why did everyone suddenly flock to him like a bomb had gone off today?

He had a vague feeling that someone had deliberately leaked the information, but who could be deliberately trying to frame Su Wanqing?

Su Wanqing remained calm and simply nodded after listening: "It's alright, we're already here, so we won't have to ask someone to witness us later."

Since reporters and experts are all here, let's witness the treatment process for this disease together; it can be considered a direct entry into the clinical validation stage.

Her words caused everyone present to gasp in shock.

"This Dean Su certainly has quite the nerve!"

"Does she really have the ability to cure it? Even if it only slows the progression of the disease by 30%, that would be effective, and it would give the patient a chance to live a few more years!"

People of this era mostly retain a degree of humility, so it's rare to see Su Wanqing speak with such confidence, which makes people believe her a bit more, and they all get excited again.

The central cadre who had rushed here overnight after hearing that the disease could be cured was now even more restless, and asked in a trembling voice:

"Comrade Su, are you serious? Can it really be cured? Is it a method that's already available internationally for prolonging life, or...?"

Su Wanqing shook her head, her tone calm yet firm: "What you're talking about is delaying the inevitable. What I'm talking about is a direct cure, with recovery results basically the same as a normal person."

Before he could finish speaking, the entire room erupted in uproar.

The official froze on the spot, his teacup falling to the ground with a "clatter," and he forgot to pick it up.

Just then, a sharp shout came from behind the crowd:

"Nonsense! Young people these days will boast about anything! Even the world's top hospitals are helpless against this disease, and you, a female doctor in your twenties, dare to say you can cure it?"

The speaker was the thin, elderly traditional Chinese medicine doctor, Old Zhou, Teacher Lin's arch-enemy. He walked out of the crowd cursing, his mustache bristling with anger.

"Let me ask you, are you using Western medicine or traditional Chinese medicine? Western medicine hasn't even developed any effective drugs yet. Those original drugs were developed by foreign countries with billions of dollars invested. Do you think you can develop new drugs on your own?"

Drug development has always been a strength of foreign countries, while China is indeed weak in this area. Currently, all drugs, regardless of their type, rely on imports.

Not to mention now, even for the next few decades, foreign original drugs will be more powerful, after all, they have a lot of human trials.

Su Wanqing wasn't in a hurry and waited for him to finish before speaking: "I agree that there is indeed no specific medicine for this disease in Western medicine."

Old Zhou snorted: "If you say you're using Western medicine, I don't even need to listen to you to know you're a fraud. But if you say you're using traditional Chinese medicine, humph, I've been practicing medicine for decades and I consider myself quite knowledgeable in this area, how come I've never heard of you before?"

As far as I know, you've been studying Western medicine all these years, haven't you? You haven't even taken a patient's pulse or seen their face, yet you dare to say you can cure them? Even those of us who have practiced medicine for decades wouldn't dare to make such a bold claim…”

The experts around him nodded in agreement. After all, Old Zhou was indeed a leading figure in the field of traditional Chinese medicine, and no one dared to contradict him when he spoke.

Su Wanqing waited for him to finish speaking, then leisurely rolled up her sleeves.

"You've practiced medicine for decades but haven't dared to make any promises because your medical skills aren't refined enough and your theoretical knowledge isn't sufficient. Since I say I can cure it, that's my ability."

If you recover, everyone will be happy; if you don't, you can complain all you want.

"I haven't even started treatment yet, and you're already jumping in to give unsolicited advice. Isn't that a bit too hasty?"

As she spoke, she deftly put on her white coat and turned to ask Xiao Wang to hand her the medical kit.

"If you don't believe me, you can watch from the side and learn as you go. You'll see what method I'm using at a glance."

Old Zhou was so angry that his face turned ashen after she retorted in front of everyone, but he couldn't find the words to refute her.

He had practiced medicine for most of his life and was respected wherever he went, but today a junior publicly criticized him for his "poor medical skills," and he almost couldn't catch his breath.

The experts around them looked at each other, none of them daring to speak, all thinking that Su Wanqing was really bold to say such things.

"Fine, fine, fine! You little brat, you're spouting nonsense!" Old Zhou was so angry his beard trembled, and his voice rose eight octaves.

"Today, I've come to assess your professorial qualifications—according to regulations, applicants must complete the treatment of a highly complex case on-site, which I will then test. Since you're so arrogant, here's your test: your objective today is to cure Chen Ling's illness, at least to significantly alleviate her symptoms and substantially improve her quality of life!"

"What?!"

Professor Lin stamped his feet in frustration, his voice trembling, "Old Zhou, you're taking revenge on me! This disease is a globally recognized intractable illness; even the top hospitals abroad can't cure it. Aren't you just making things difficult for me? This isn't a professor's assessment; this is deliberate sabotage!"

He became more and more anxious as he spoke, and beads of sweat appeared on his forehead.

Old Zhou scoffed, "Since this young girl made such a boast, let her try. If she can truly cure or significantly alleviate patients' symptoms, forget about a professorship; I'll personally apply for a national honor for her! I can even publish an apology to her in front of the entire society!"