First Town, National Higher Medical College.
Ernst was inspecting the new school. Its leaders introduced the school's situation, while personnel from the Ministry of Health accompanied him.
"Your Highness! Why does this so-called medical school have nothing to do with us? I don't think our techniques are inferior!"
"Hmm, and you are?" Ernst looked doubtfully at the person who had suddenly raised this question before him.
"This is Mr. Li Ji, a former member of the Far East medical delegation. He now serves as an adviser to East Africa's Ministry of Health," Health Minister Belgrade said.
"No wonder. Mr. Li Ji, you may raise any questions you have. If they can be resolved, I will naturally help you resolve them."
Li Ge said, "The contributions Far East medicine has made to East Africa over these past years are plain for all to see. While we cannot claim that we are necessarily better than Western medicine, our achievements are certainly not insignificant. So why has this school not adopted even a trace of Far East medicine?"
So that was it? Ernst smiled and soothed him. "Mr. Li Ji, do you understand medicine?"
Li Ji said, "Naturally. This is how I make my living."
Ernst said, "Then can you explain the principles of Far East medicine through science?"
Li Ji said, "This... Your Highness, you are making things difficult for me. Far East medicine originated in a manner entirely different from Western medicine, so naturally it cannot be linked to so-called science."
Having spent so long in East Africa, Li Ji knew what science was: an entire system of theories. Yet he could not forcibly match yin and yang and the five elements to the so-called science of the West.
Ernst shook his head. "You have misunderstood the concept. In truth, whether