Just as the old woman was leading Chu Mo toward the ward.

An elderly doctor in a white coat came out and said to the old woman with a serious expression:

"Madam Yang, although I don't agree with you making the old general drink that medicinal wine, I have no right to stop you."

"However, before that, I hope to be relieved of my status as the attending physician, otherwise I cannot bear the responsibility if any problems arise."

The scene was completely silent.

Joint consultations do exist, but they require mutual recognition among doctors.

Otherwise, who will be responsible if something goes wrong?

Even if the patient's family doesn't pursue the matter, it still has a significant impact on the doctor's reputation.

As a top authority in cardiovascular and cerebrovascular diseases in China, Jiang Shaokun has very few people who are qualified to conduct joint consultations with him.

Moreover, his aversion to traditional Chinese medicine is well-known throughout the medical community.

And the medicinal wine we're about to drink comes from an unknown young man.

This reaction is not hard to understand.

"Dr. Jiang, could we wait and see before making a decision?"

"Don't worry, drinking the medicinal wine is the Yang family's decision. Anything that happens has nothing to do with you. The Yang family can assure you of this."

Yang Jian made the request with a sincere expression.

Jiang Shaokun is an authority in this field; if Chu Mo's medicinal wine doesn't work, he'll simply abandon the project...

That old man really had no way out.

"Yes, Dr. Jiang, you can't just stand by and watch someone die."

The middle-aged woman looked anxious, and the others also tried to persuade her.

To put it bluntly, people still lack confidence in Chu Mo's medicinal wine.

Even though the old lady decided to give it a try, no one wanted to block the road.

If the medicinal wine doesn't work, Jiang Shaokun is their only hope.

Looking at the frowning Madam Yang, and then at the people around her, the old doctor said proudly:

"I've always believed that traditional Chinese medicine is superstition, and given General Yang's current condition, taking medicine haphazardly is a grave mistake..."

"Do you have a better way? If not, why not give it a try?"

Yang Zhengming looked annoyed and couldn't help but retort.

"Yang Zhengming, who told you to be rude to Dr. Jiang? Get out of here right now!"

The middle-aged beauty was furious, her mature and voluptuous body trembling slightly with rage.

Zhang Shaokun's face was grim, but since the other party was the eldest son of the Yang family, he couldn't afford to lose his temper.

Seeing that his mother was really angry, Yang Zhengming opened his mouth, but ultimately said nothing more.

But Ouyang Gang's face was ashen. He hadn't intended to say anything more, but now he could no longer contain his anger.

"Jiang Shaokun, don't think that just because you've studied abroad a little, you can look down on the treasures left by our ancestors."

"Traditional Chinese medicine is profound and has a long history; you have no right to comment on it!"

Jiang Shaokun was also provoked by him and couldn't help but laugh arrogantly:

"What a joke! Observation, auscultation, inquiry and palpation? Are they as precise as instruments? What about invigorating qi and nourishing spirit, balancing yin and yang? Where do qi and spirit come from in the human body? And what are yin and yang anyway?"

At this point, Jiang Shaokun looked at him with disdain and arrogance.

"Take General Yang's illness for example. His cerebral blood vessels were so severely atrophied and blocked that, apart from taking anticoagulants and some antiplatelet aggregation drugs, there was no solution in the world."

"You claim that medicinal wine can cure it? Are you suggesting that your Chinese medicine is some kind of magic pill? Humph, feudal superstition only kills people!"

Although the people present did not agree with this statement, they had to admit that Western medicine was indeed more effective than traditional Chinese medicine.

In many ways, it is incomparable to traditional Chinese medicine, which is a major reason why they lack confidence in medicinal wine.

But these words instantly enraged Ouyang Gang, turning his face red with anger. His refined and scholarly old face was now filled with fury.

He followed his master from a young age, learning everything from identifying and dispensing herbs to memorizing prescriptions and conducting consultations, and has been engaged in traditional Chinese medicine for decades.

This was his life's work, and even more so, his belief.

Now he is being questioned and humiliated to his face. How can he bear it?

The old man, his body trembling, stared at Jiang Shaokun through gritted teeth, and said, word by word:

"Jiang Shaokun, do you dare to make a bet with me?"

"As long as it's related to medicine, there's nothing I wouldn't bet on."

Jiang Shaokun looked proud; as an authority on cardiovascular and cerebrovascular diseases, he had that confidence.

"Alright, if the medicinal wine doesn't work, I will resign from my position as president of the Chinese Medicine Association and never treat patients again!"

"But if it works, you must publish an apology to all Chinese medicine practitioners in the world!"

Upon hearing this, everyone was greatly shocked; the stakes were simply too high.

If he loses the bet, Ouyang Gang will almost certainly lose all his honors.

Yang Jian hurriedly stopped him:

"Uncle Gang, it's normal to have differing opinions, there's no need to make such a big fuss."

"That's right, Brother Ouyang. No matter what outsiders think, my Yang family believes in you."

Madam Yang was also deeply moved, and then continued:

"Besides, Dr. Jiang doesn't have a better solution for the old man's illness, does he?"

"Even if the medicinal wine has no effect, it is understandable. If you give up treatment because of this, it would be a great loss to patients all over the world."

The old lady's words implied that she was speaking up for him.

There's nothing you can do, Jiang Shaokun. Even if the medicinal wine doesn't work, it doesn't mean that traditional Chinese medicine is ineffective.

Others hurriedly tried to dissuade him, but secretly marveled at his plight.

It's surprising that Ouyang Gang, who is known for his good temper, could have such an explosive moment.

Some people have gained a little more confidence in medicinal wine because of this.

But most people simply believe that Ouyang Gang was so angry that he said such things.

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