But when Lin Sanshou took the microphone and began to speak, the tone suddenly changed. He immediately asked a question to an expert sitting in the front row.

"I heard that your college's laboratory has recently achieved a certain result. Could you please publish the specific experimental steps?"

The expert immediately panicked upon hearing this. Their college was counting on this to secure more research funding. Besides, the research wasn't even fully completed yet. What if someone else stole the credit if it was published now?

"Why should our research be made public?"

"Why are you asking now, 'On what grounds'?"

These two short sentences silenced the entire hall. Everyone present understood what Lin Sanshou was trying to say.

Li Chu, who was sitting next to him, smiled slightly, reached out and took the microphone from Lin Sanshou. He couldn't let his uncle bear the pressure alone, as he couldn't handle it either. He should take over himself.

Besides, the old man is getting on in years; what if he gets seriously ill from anger?

When Li Chu took the microphone, everyone on the stage and the experts in the front row turned their attention to him, eager to hear what he had to say.

"Ahem, esteemed leaders and comrades, let me share my thoughts on this matter."

First of all, I definitely support the idea of ​​traditional Chinese medicine going global. As a doctor of traditional Chinese medicine, I certainly hope that traditional Chinese medicine and herbal medicine will continue to develop and prosper.

His remark about being a traditional Chinese medicine doctor brought a slight smile to everyone's face, and some even laughed out loud.

Even the leaders on the podium just smiled and shook their heads.

You're quite the big shot as a traditional Chinese medicine doctor.

Li Chu stopped talking, picked up his cup and took a sip of water. Seeing that it had quieted down, he continued.

"I just saw a lot of people laughing. Am I wrong? Putting aside the question of who I treat, I am indeed a traditional Chinese medicine doctor. I make a living with my skills, okay?"

Okay, let's not talk about that anymore. Let's continue what I was saying earlier. Some comrades have said that European and American countries are more technologically advanced and wealthier than us. Letting them get involved would allow traditional Chinese medicine and herbal remedies to develop faster and better.

In many areas, our country is indeed not as advanced as developed countries in Europe and America. This is a fact, and I do not deny it.

But is this our generation's excuse for handing over what has been passed down for thousands of years?

I just saw that almost all the experts and scholars sitting in the front row have returned from studying abroad. I would like to ask you, do those European and American countries share some of their scientific research results with us?

Those of you who were just shouting that science has no borders, you're just talking nonsense. Science and technology may indeed have no borders, but they are still developed by humans, and they still need humans to realize them. Does a human have no borders?

Please think before you speak in the future. Even children understand this; don't make a fool of yourselves here.

No one expected that Li Chu, who had been speaking calmly and breezily, would suddenly erupt.

Vice Minister Cheng, sitting on the platform, raised his hand and gently touched his forehead. He knew this guy would never take things lightly; if he didn't say something, he wouldn't be himself.

A vice minister next to him turned his head and glanced at the senior leader sitting in the middle, giving him an inquiring look, as if to ask whether he should interrupt Li Chu's speech.

The big boss shook his head slightly without showing any emotion. He knew this was inevitable from the moment he invited Li Chu to the meeting, but this was exactly the effect he wanted. Some people were jumping around too excitedly, wagging their tails too fast for their master.

As for the experts and scholars in the front row, some were dismissive, some turned around and glared at Li Chu, and some blushed like monkey bottoms, lowering their heads and embarrassed to look at others. At least they had some sense of shame.

After Li Chu finished speaking, he was prepared to be stopped and beaten, but surprisingly no one stopped him.

He glanced towards the podium to make sure no one would stop him, and then continued speaking.

"Whether it's traditional Chinese medicine or Chinese herbal medicine, it's all passed down from generation to generation by our ancestors. When we think of traditional Chinese medicine, we think of our country. Is there traditional Chinese medicine abroad?"

Even if there are any, they're probably of Chinese descent, and they wouldn't amount to anything locally. So why do foreigners need to interfere in setting standards for Traditional Chinese Medicine? Shouldn't these standards be whatever we say they are? Like now…”

At this point, Li Chu stood up and pointed to an expert in the front row who had been shouting the loudest.

"As far as I remember, this expert is the vice dean of a medical school in Shanghai."

I told you that you have vertigo, which is what Western medicine calls high blood pressure. All the TCM doctors here can feel it by taking your pulse and will come to the same conclusion.

So what we're talking about is the standard. Does that mean this standard is invalid, and only what foreigners say can be considered a standard?

Why is it that we've studied these things for thousands of years, while foreigners can just glance at them and set standards?

And those prescriptions, how many of them are treasures of our nation, and you just gave them away to foreigners with a few words?

If you really do that, you'll be a traitor, ptooey! You're nothing but a traitor!

At this point, Li Chu tossed the microphone he was holding to a staff member standing in the aisle next to him, and then sat down casually.

The man he had just yelled at was now turning pale and red in turns. Suddenly, he closed his eyes and slid off the chair.

The meeting room erupted in chaos. No one expected such a thing to happen. Even the leaders on the stage couldn't sit still and called for someone to take a look. If there was a real problem, things would get really messed up.

Even Li Chu was taken aback. He quickly patted the person in front of him on the shoulder and whispered a few words in his ear. The person turned around and looked at him in surprise.

"It's alright, you can go ahead. I'll take responsibility if anything goes wrong."

The man nodded, stood up, took an acupuncture needle from Li Chu's hand, and walked over.

He returned in less than two minutes, a look of admiration in his eyes.

"Dean Li, how do you know he's faking it? How could you see it from this far away?"

Before Li Chu could answer him, Lin Sanshou spoke first: "Tch, if someone like him were so easily angered, he would probably be dead by now. How could he still be alive?"

Li Chu smiled without saying anything, took the acupuncture needles from the man's hand, wiped them with a cotton swab, put them back into the needle bag, and placed them in his satchel.