Ling Yun smiled.
"A wet-behind-the-ears brat talking big!"
"What? Don't you dare? Western medicine is peerless under heaven, isn't your slogan loud enough?"
Ling Yun's move was precisely to step on Western medicine and prove that apart from his daughter, everyone else's Traditional Chinese Medicine was just superficial fur and unwatchable.
"Who are you, brat!"
Ouyang Zhenhua said.
Song Yili smiled. "Fine then, what's there not to dare? But are you sure Qianqian can participate? How much does she understand?"
She believed in Ling Yun's pill-refining technique, not the little one. She certainly didn't believe the latter knew medicine; she was very clear on how difficult medical skill was.
As long as Ling Yun didn't make a move, she refused to believe the little one could cure the stroke-stricken elder.
"Aunty... I can, oh. Don't underestimate me." The little one said in her milky voice.
"Mhm, go for it, little sister. Win first place and ask handsome uncle for ice cream, mwah..." Beibei was overjoyed.
Apricot Grove Divine Doctor Old Li furrowed his brows. He grew somewhat angry as Ling Yun had stolen all their spotlight, and he wanted to see just how far Ling Yun's farce would go.
Professor Acrylic smiled. "I am looking forward to this match, and I also want to witness a miracle."
For some reason, he chose to trust Ling Yun, and to trust the little one!
The other Western medicine professors successively wore astonished expressions, their gazes toward Ling Yun entirely different.
Since Song Yili had already spoken up, the other two Western medicine representatives also felt it was acceptable. They did not believe the little one possessed such capability.
"Fine, then please let her make a move. Since we believe it's impossible to cure this stroke-stricken elder within an hour, you TCM folks