Chapter 12

Yebufan turned his head and saw a girl in her twenties standing at the door. She had a delicate face, a tall and slender figure, and a ponytail, exuding a spirited and graceful aura.

"What are you doing? Don't you know that my grandfather is a critically ill patient and can't be touched casually?"

The girl walked in with a face full of anger. She was He Tianqi's daughter and He Changqing's granddaughter, He Shuangshuang.

He Shuangshuang had a very stubborn temperament. She had studied abroad in M country for three years but, upon returning, did not follow the family's arrangement to join the company. Instead, she took the civil service exam and became a police officer, now serving as the deputy captain of the criminal investigation team.

"Shuangshuang, why are you back?" He Tianqi stepped forward and said, "This is Doctor Yebufan, who has come to treat your grandfather."

"How old is he? Can he treat my grandfather? Has he even graduated from medical school?"

Seeing that Yebufan was even younger than herself, a look of disdain flashed across He Shuangshuang's face, clearly not taking him seriously.

He Tianqi said somewhat awkwardly, "Shuangshuang, mind your manners. Doctor Ye is a traditional Chinese medicine (TCM) doctor."

"TCM? What a joke. TCM is unreliable to begin with, let alone a young TCM doctor."

He Shuangshuang had received Western education since childhood and had returned from studying abroad in M country, so she had no regard for TCM.

She continued, "Dad, let me introduce you. This is Doctor Gao Haisheng, a cardiopulmonary specialist invited by my friend from the capital."

Only then did He Tianqi notice a middle-aged doctor in his forties standing at the door, with four or five assistants in white coats behind him, carrying various medical instruments.

He Shuangshuang continued, "Doctor Gao is a Ph.D. from M country and a top internal medicine expert in the capital, with unique research in cardiopulmonary diseases. He has published over twenty papers in journals hosted by the World Medical Association.

Just a few days ago, Doctor Gao received an invitation from the World Medical Association and will soon become a member.

This time, Doctor Gao has set aside many tasks to treat Grandpa in his busy schedule."

Hearing the string of titles, He Tianqi hurriedly stepped forward and said, "Doctor Gao, thank you for your trouble."

Gao Haisheng nodded proudly and said, "With me here, there's no need to look for other doctors, especially those so-called TCM doctors. Can those herbs and tree barks really cure diseases?"

Hearing this, Yebufan's face immediately darkened.

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You can act all high and mighty, but you don't need to disparage TCM.

Cao Xinghua's face also turned extremely ugly. As someone who had dedicated his life to TCM, he naturally couldn't tolerate others looking down on it.

He Shuangshuang paid no attention to their expressions and turned to Gao Haisheng, saying, "Doctor Gao, I entrust my grandfather's illness to you."

"Don't worry, I will definitely provide the most advanced treatment in the world for the old man."

After saying this, Gao Haisheng instructed his assistants to take out various medical instruments and began a series of examinations on He Changqing.

He Tianqi looked at Cao Xinghua and Yebufan somewhat awkwardly, "Uncle Cao, I'm sorry. You know this girl's temper; she speaks without considering others. Don't take it to heart.

Please rest for a moment, and we'll ask you to treat my father after they finish."

These words were polite, but everyone could see that he had chosen Gao Haisheng over Yebufan.

"Since someone is treating the old man, we'll leave first."

Yebufan, having inherited the ancient medical school, aimed to save lives, but doctors also have their dignity and never beg to treat patients.

Since the He family didn't trust him, there was no need for him to stay.

As he turned to leave, he was pulled back by Cao Xinghua.

"Little Ye, don't leave in a hurry. From my perspective, these people definitely can't cure Old He.

Over the years, Old He has seen many Western medical experts, but they have had no solutions. We will still need your help, Little Brother Ye."

He was very dissatisfied with the He family's behavior, but given the life and death of an old friend, he couldn't afford to be too particular.

Yebufan said, "Old Cao, it's not that I don't give you face. I always treat patients based on our connection, and I never beg to treat anyone."

Cao Xinghua said, "Little Ye, if we leave, it will be like admitting that TCM is inferior to Western medicine, making those people even more arrogant.

What we should do now is to cure Old He and use our medical skills to show them, to make TCM proud."

These words moved Yebufan. TCM was declining, and as an inheritor of the ancient medical school, he should indeed do something for TCM.

You, Gao Haisheng, think you're so great, a Western medicine expert, and famous throughout China? I'll show you what true ancient TCM is today.

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Thinking this, he decided not to leave and stayed with Cao Xinghua.

He Tianqi was very surprised by Cao Xinghua's attitude toward Yebufan, not knowing what this young man had that made Old Cao value him so much.

On Gao Haisheng's side, he and his assistants completed one examination after another for He Changqing, and finally, the reports were gathered in his hands.

Looking at the results, his frown deepened.

He Shuangshuang asked anxiously, "Doctor Gao, how is my grandfather's condition? Is there any hope?"

Gao Haisheng sighed and shook his head, saying, "It's too late. Prepare for the funeral."

He Shuangshuang asked urgently, "What? Doctor Gao, can't you think of any other ways?"

She had the closest relationship with her grandfather and naturally didn't want to see him pass away.

He Tianqi also said anxiously, "Doctor Gao, you are an expert in cardiopulmonary diseases. Please think of a way.

We, the He family, are willing to bear any cost to cure my father."

Gao Haisheng shook his head and said, "I'm sorry, I am an expert, but I can't cure every disease.

The old man's illness has been too long, and his age and declining physical functions make it impossible for even a god to help. Prepare for the funeral."

He Tianqi and He Shuangshuang were both disappointed. Deep down, they didn't want to see this outcome.

At this moment, someone said, "So this is your Western medical expert? After studying in M country for so many years, all you learned is how to tell patients' families to prepare for the funeral?"

The speaker was naturally Yebufan, who was indeed dissatisfied with Gao Haisheng's approach. He had just boasted so much, looking down on everyone, acting like a divine doctor.

But in the end, he had no solutions and told them to prepare for the funeral. What kind of doctor is that?

"Kid, what are you talking about?"

As a top internal medicine expert in the capital, Gao Haisheng was always flattered wherever he went. When had he ever been scolded like this?

He said angrily, "Doctors are not gods. Not all diseases can be cured. The patient's condition is severe, and it's not my incompetence; no one can cure it."

Yebufan sneered, "No one can cure it? Who gave you the courage to say such things? Can you represent all doctors in the world?"