Chapter 631: The Artistic Ancestor, In Which Country Is It Really!_1

Hearing Mr. Jin’s words, the expressions of everyone present turned exceedingly ugly.

This guy is too arrogant!

Especially since what he said was so unpleasant to hear!

First, he shamelessly claimed the ancient medical arts belonging to Huaxia as his own and had the audacity to say that Huaxia’s ancient medical arts were actually stolen from Bangzi Country!

"Do you have no shame at all?"

A doctor couldn’t hold back and furiously cursed at Mr. Jin, "And what about the ancient medical arts being a tradition of Bangzi Country? Where is your face?"

"When Huaxia’s ancient medical arts were taking form and establishing a system, your ancestors were still playing in the mud pissing themselves!"

"Exactly, a puny little country not even the size of one of our provinces, how can you have the nerve to stick out your big face and say such things?"

"It’s no secret that Bangzi Country has stolen things from other countries."

A person let out a cold laugh, staring dead at Mr. Jin, "First it was the writing system, then it was celebrities, and even our Huaxia traditional festivals. What haven’t they stolen?"

"It would be fine if they just stole, we could treat it as a joke. But Bangzi Country? They don’t just steal, they also proclaim it all over the world, turning the blame around. Isn’t that completely dishonoring and betraying one’s master?"

"Exactly!"

The crowd was filled with righteous indignation, truly infuriated by the arrogant Mr. Jin, "Still claiming our Chinese characters belong to your country. If it weren’t for your forefathers begging for it from us, what history would your country have?"

"That former vassal state has now become a mad dog, starting to bite its master. Have you forgotten the stele erected in your country that records your achievements?"

Listening to the surrounding people’s words, Mr. Jin actually seemed very calm on his face.

"Heh..."

He let out a light chuckle, "As expected, the weak can only bark like dogs, incapable of anything else."

"What use is all that you’ve just spouted?"

"My words still stand, ’Today, I will let you all open your eyes wide and see clearly what true Chinese medicine is!’"

Everyone fell silent, their faces wearing sneers of contempt as they stared at Mr. Jin.

They wanted to see how Mr. Jin was going to show them what Chinese medicine is all about.

Even Yin Tian straightened up with interest.

He had not expected Mr. Jin to be a doctor—seemingly quite a capable one at that.

Seeing that no one was speaking anymore, a look of triumph appeared on Mr. Jin’s face.

"Sir Pu."

Mr. Jin turned his head and called out to someone behind him.

Soon, everyone saw an elderly man with white hair and beard walk out.

The crowd: "..."

Having seen Mr. Jin strut and look down on everyone, they had thought Mr. Jin was going to personally show his skills, but in the end, he called for someone else to come up!

"Sir Pu?"

Someone scrutinized the old man, a hint of doubt flashing in their eyes.

Then, the person’s body suddenly tremored, "Sir Pu... Could it be that man!"

"Which man?"

A few people around immediately asked aloud.

"Pu Yisheng, the one who studied Huaxia’s ancient medical arts from a young age, acclaimed as the number one Divine Doctor of Bangzi Country, Pu Yisheng!"

The person wore a look of horror, clearly not expecting Mr. Jin to have invited this individual!

Pu Yisheng?

Yin Tian blinked; he had also heard of this man.

Pu Yisheng’s medical skills were indeed superb, so much so that even his master had personally commended, saying it was not easy for Bangzi Country to produce such an individual.

Nowadays, Pu Yisheng was even considered a national treasure by the people of Bangzi Country.

The reason Bangzi Country dared claim that Huaxia’s ancient medical arts originated from Korea, was because of Pu Yisheng!

"Humph~"

Mr. Jin let out a soft snort, then walked over to Pu Yisheng, his face full of respect, "Sir Pu, please take action and show these ignorants what true ancient medical arts are."

"Let them know where the ancient medical arts truly originated!"

Compared to Mr. Jin’s flamboyance, Pu Yisheng was obviously much more composed.

However, his face still bore an expression of contempt, treating everyone else as if they were beneath him.

Pu Yisheng, supported by Mr. Jin, stepped onto the stage.

He squinted his eyes, his gaze sweeping across the ten patients, not lingering on any of them for more than ten seconds.

Afterward, Pu Yisheng said dispassionately, "Such minor ailments, you actually dare to bring them to me?"

Hearing Pu Yisheng call these ailments that had confounded everyone mere trifles, the faces of the crowd turned even uglier.

"Then please, Sir Pu, enlighten them, and let them understand, which country is truly the ancestor of medical arts!"

Mr. Jin spoke with glee.

Pu Yisheng stood there, his voice steady, effortlessly deriving the entire treatment plan for all the diseases.