"I see."

The old dean muttered to himself, a look of having learned something.

The blond doctor admired Lin Yang even more.

"I was narrow-minded before."

As the old dean spoke, his back hunched even lower, and he seemed to have aged considerably.

"We will apologize and disband the Anti-Chinese Medicine Alliance as agreed."

"Please don't be angry about what happened before, Dr. Lin."

The old dean's eyes were sincere and his tone was solemn.

Lin Yang waved his hand with a faint smile.

The former hospital director exclaimed, "I used to think you were just putting on an act, Dr. Lin, but now I realize you're a true master."

"We will put the video of your treatment online, which will serve as proof for you."

Is this alright for you?

Lin Yang nodded in agreement and left.

The old dean stared at Lin Yang's departing figure, unable to recover for a long time.

A few days later, news of the Anti-Traditional Chinese Medicine Alliance disbanding and publicly apologizing to Lin Yang, along with news of Lin Yang treating and saving lives, was uploaded online.

The match between Lin Yang and the Anti-Traditional Chinese Medicine Alliance was already attracting a lot of attention, and this news came out as soon as it was released.

'Lin Yang single-handedly defeated the entire anti-traditional Chinese medicine alliance.'

'The title of "Divine Doctor Lin" has been proven once again. Who doesn't know that Lin Yang is a miracle doctor now?'

Countless entries about Lin Yang grew wildly, like weeds after spring, becoming more and more numerous.

As the news spread rapidly, Lin Yang's name also came into the view of some well-known doctors in China.

"Lin Yang? He seems to be quite popular lately."

An old doctor who has been famous in the industry for many years stroked his gray beard and looked at the trending topics with a smile.

"I'd like to see if you're really telling the truth."

Similar images and words appeared simultaneously in various parts of China.

In just one week, Lin Yang received more than one letter of request to join the fight.

"Dean Lin, these all appeared in the last few days. Should we take them back?"

Xiaoya looked at Lin Yang with a troubled expression, holding a stack of letters of request to join the fight that were almost as tall as her.

Lin Yang was also having a bit of a headache, ever since he won the contest against the Anti-Traditional Chinese Medicine Alliance.

These things have never stopped.

"Same as always, politely decline."

Lin Yang took a deep breath and replied.

Since returning from the Traditional Chinese Medicine Alliance, Lin Yang has been constantly busy.

The sheer number of patients who come seeking his expertise is enough to give Lin Yang a run for his money.

Not to mention some stubborn guys who sent him challenges and, when he didn't reply, came to his door.

"Ring ring ring".

Just then, Lin Yang's phone rang.

Lin Yang took it out and saw that it was the name of the hospital receptionist. A bad feeling welled up in his heart.

"Dean Lin."

Lin Yang heard the somewhat embarrassed voice from the receptionist.

"What happened?"

Lin Yang asked calmly.

"I'll talk to him!"

Another, slightly aged voice suddenly appeared.

The receptionist's refusal was unsuccessful, and after a brief commotion on the other end of the phone...

The aged voice clearly reached Lin Yang's ears.

"My surname is Yang, and I'm also a traditional Chinese medicine practitioner, just like you. I'm here today for no other reason than to express my dissatisfaction!"

"I've worked my whole life and never achieved the fame you've gained in the last couple of days!"

"Since you're unwilling to accept the challenge, then I'll have no choice but to come knocking on your door, hahaha."

The old man on the other end of the phone laughed heartily.

Lin Yang twitched his lips.

"I'm so sorry, I'm not taking on any challenges lately. The hospital is just too busy. How about I reimburse you for a trip?"

The elderly man on the other end of the phone loudly refused.

"My only hobby in this life is traditional Chinese medicine. I'll wait for you at the door. I won't leave until you come."

Lin Yang took a deep breath, just about to say something.

There was another bout of chaos on the other end of the phone.

"Lin Yang, my surname is Fan, and I am also a traditional Chinese medicine practitioner. Like Old Yang, I am waiting to fight you!"

"And me, although I am a Western doctor, I am not afraid of traditional Chinese medicine."

"And no matter what you compete in, I'm capable of fighting you!"

After another period of chaos, the phone was finally returned to the receptionist.

The receptionist's voice trembled with tears.

"Dr. Lin, there are too many people here, I can't ask them to leave."

After the receptionist finished speaking on the phone, a group of old men started chattering again.

Some comforted the receptionist, telling her not to cry, that they weren't there to extort money; they were just there to cause trouble for Lin Yang.

Some sneered, saying that Lin Yang, a grown man, was such a coward that he didn't even dare to meet her.

According to Lin Yang's statistics.

There are at least five old men who have spoken so far, not to mention those who haven't spoken yet.

"I understand, I'll be right there."

Lin Yang gently comforted the poor receptionist.

"What's wrong?"

Xiaoya looked over with concern.

As Lin Yang put on his white coat, he told Xiao Ya about the situation over there.

Xiaoya was surprised for a moment after hearing this, but then became even more worried.

"So what should we do now?"

"There are so many people, and they are all elderly."

We can't just throw them out violently like we did with those internet celebrities before.

Lin Yang rubbed his temples.

"Since they want me to prove my strength, then I'll just prove it to them once."

After finishing his sentence, Lin Yang had already gotten dressed and quickly went out and downstairs.

A group of old men were waiting for Lin Yang at the front desk.

Lin Yang roughly counted them; there were at least a dozen.

"You finally came out, kid."

"You're even harder to invite than me. Today, a few of us old guys will come and see what you're capable of."

The old expert surnamed Fan, with a bald head, looked at Lin Yang with a fierce fighting spirit.

Lin Yang remained fearless and smiled, saying, "Alright, if I win, please tell everyone and my colleagues that I, Lin Yang, will focus on treating patients and saving lives from now on, and will no longer engage in competitions lightly."

"No problem, we old guys are well-known in the industry. If you can beat us..."

“Those small fry will naturally not dare to come looking for you again,” said an expert surnamed Yang.

Lin Yang looked at the group of elderly people with a headache and smiled, "There is no distinction between superior and inferior medical skills; it's all about treating illnesses and saving lives."

"You are all established experts, why compare yourselves to a junior like me?"

Hearing Lin Yang's obvious refusal, the experts exchanged glances and whispered among themselves.

The elderly expert surnamed Fan impatiently squeezed out of the crowd and faced Lin Yang directly.

"What nonsense about no winners or losers! I'm going to compete with you. How can you, a young upstart, lack the fighting spirit of us old folks?"

"If you say you're scared, we'll naturally consider letting you go."

Another senior expert spoke up proudly.

Lin Yang naturally couldn't admit that he was afraid. He sighed softly and swept his calm gaze across everyone: "I'm just afraid of discouraging you."

"What a joke! Do you think we renowned doctors in the field would actually lose to you?"

An old Chinese medicine doctor with dyed black hair said angrily.

Lin Yang lowered his head and pondered for a moment.

"I just had a few seriously ill patients arrive here, and I'm about to go see them."

"How about we have a competition to see who can cure the patient?"