Amidst the noise, Gu Youran stood quietly.
Her slender fingers gently brushed across her clothes, her eyes calm as water: "I'll take it."
The whole place fell silent in an instant, and even the sound of breathing could be heard clearly.
The camera lens was focused on her face, capturing the sharp flash in her eyes.
Gu Youran's eyes suddenly became sharp.
She took a step forward, her voice as cold as ice, but every word sharp as a knife, "But if you lose, not only will you have to kneel down and apologize, you will also have to admit in front of the camera that Country R's Chinese medicine is nothing more than a plagiarism of Chinese Traditional Medicine!"
Fujikawa Hiroki's face turned pale in an instant, as if someone had poured a basin of ice water on him.
His fingers unconsciously clenched the microphone, and his knuckles turned white from the effort.
His eyes swept over the cameras around him. Those lenses were facing him, like countless eyes, waiting to record his failure.
You know, live broadcasts are now available to the whole world.
Admitting it in front of the camera means admitting it to the whole world.
His Adam's apple rolled, and his voice was a little hoarse, "You...!"
Gu Youran stared at him without giving in, his gaze as sharp as a knife. "Why, Mr. Fujikawa, you don't dare?"
She tilted her head slightly, "Or do you lack confidence in yourself?"
Fujikawa Hiroki took a deep breath, his chest heaving violently.
His gaze swept across the entire audience, finally stopping on Gu Youran's face, a hint of ruthlessness flashing in his eyes.
He gritted his teeth and squeezed out the sound, "Okay, I promise you."
His voice was low and slow, as if every word carried weight. "But if you lose..."
He deliberately dragged out his tone, and the air in the conference hall seemed to freeze.
Everyone's eyes were focused on him, waiting for his next words.
"Not only must you kneel down and apologize to our Chinese medicine practitioners from Country R," his voice suddenly rose, with an almost frantic determination, "but you must also add one more thing: you will no longer practice medicine, and..."
His gaze passed Gu Youran and fell on Shi Heng in the guest seats, and a cruel smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.
"Your husband Shi Heng... also has to admit in front of the camera that Chinese traditional Chinese medicine is not as good as R country's Chinese medicine!"
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