Chapter 308 Traditional Chinese Medicine is a fraud

Wu Deyong took the conversation and said hurriedly: "Dear Mr. George, Miss Alice, the feasible solution now is to have surgery. Don't worry, I will do this surgery myself. You should know that my teacher can win the Nobel Prize.

gentlemen."

The huge lecture hall also became quiet when they heard this. Wu Deyong could hold the position of director of Maria Hospital, which was not something that ordinary people could do.

He is also a leading medical expert, and he is also a student of Mr. Pitt. With this, the so-called experts on the scene cannot be compared.

After Wu Deyong said this, he also knew what it meant, success or failure was in one fell swoop.

Once it fails, his reputation for so many years will be destroyed.

Perhaps other patients fail, but George Wilson's identity is there and cannot be defeated.

But if the operation is successful, he will be favored by JK and may even gain a lot of wealth and reputation.

George looked at Wu Deyong lightly and didn't say anything for a while, because the previous surgery did relieve his father's symptoms, but his father was already old and there were risks in undergoing surgery.

“What is the success rate of the surgery?”

Wu Deyong's eyes turned, he wanted to lie, but he still didn't dare to look at George's cold eyes.

"Ahem, conservatively estimated, about forty percent."

"Not even half?" Alice screamed in surprise, "What do you think of my father as a test subject, or a big bet for you to win honor?"

"This..." Wu Deyong's cold sweat had already come down.

At this time, the hooked nose came over in time.

"Miss Alice, the success rate of this surgery is actually pretty good. This is just a conservative estimate. President Wu's surgical techniques are even higher than those of foreign experts. Even I am not as good as him."

Alice was silent, and so was George.

If you don't take risks, can there be a better way? It seems that there is no more.

At this time, Wei Feng whispered to Guo Hua: "Which ward is Mr. Wilson in? I want to go over and see."

The hooked nose, ears and thief turned his head and pushed Wei Feng, who was sitting in the second row, and shouted, "What are you, a Chinese, doing?"

Wei Feng frowned and his expression became cold, "I advise you to apologize to me."

"Apology? Joke, do you want to get me slap again, ignorant brat."

Unexpectedly, as soon as the Eagle Nose finished speaking, Wei Feng grabbed the other party's wrist like lightning. As soon as he tried to use force on his hand, the Eagle Nose wrist was completely broken with just a click.

"Ah, ah, my hand!" The hawk's nose screamed in pain, and cold sweat broke out.

"You dare to hit someone, you are lawless. Wu Deyong, did you invite me? Hurry up and knock it out!"

Wu Deyong was also surprised. Just as he was about to come forward to question him, George said lightly: "Friend, what do you mean?"

Wei Feng said impatiently: "Are you stupid? What can I mean? It's just that I want to treat your father. If you want to cure your father, let me see his condition, otherwise, I

I'm too lazy to be sceptical about you."

If Guo Hua hadn't forced himself to come over, he wouldn't have been to this muddy water.

Alice was about to get angry when she saw someone dared to talk to her brother like this, but George stopped her.

"Hehe, friend, since that's the case, I can promise you to see your father, Dean Wu, please send someone there."

Wu Deyong's eyes trembled, his face was as bitter as bitter gourd, and he was paralyzed, and he didn't think Wei Feng could cure Wilson, but he felt very aggrieved by Wei Feng's jam.

But George said so, and there was nothing he could do.

After a while, Wei Feng and Guo Hua came to Wilson's special care unit. Wilson was already in a coma at this time. Wei Feng walked in in a sterile suit, inspected his condition, and touched his limbs again.

I touched and took my pulse for him, and then I had a general understanding of his condition.

"It's OK, I know it in my heart."

When Guo Hua saw Wei Feng go out again, his head is covered in mud. Can this kid be cured?

"Mr. Wei, do you have a treatment?"

"Let's go to the lecture hall to talk."

At this time, the lecture hall was discussing the surgical plan. When the door opened, Wei Feng and Guo Hua walked in.

The hooked nose raised a disdainful smile, "How are you watching? Have you found a way to treat Mr. Wilson? I'll listen carefully."

Wei Feng nodded and said, "Yes, I do have a way to cure Mr. Wilson and make him stand up again."

The Eagle-Hook's nose was stunned. Damn, is there really a way?

"Really, what you said is true?"

Alice and George were also very surprised.

Especially George, with an incredible look on his face, he was actually not optimistic about this kid just now. The only thing he admired was his calm temperament, so he agreed to let Wei Feng take a look at his father.

"Friend, which medical university did you graduate from?"

George said, reaching out to shake Wei Feng, with the difference in attitudes between the front and back.

"I just studied medicine, but I just had some unique insights into Chinese traditional Chinese medicine."

George was stunned, Chinese medicine?

Then he shrank back his hand that was about to reach out.

A hostile light appeared in both eyes and said, "I said, my father's current situation can save his life, thank God, how could it be completely cured? It turns out that you know Chinese medicine, that's normal. Chinese medicine is a deceiving the world and stealing the name

People who only know how to speak big things are, Chinese medicine is just a clever trick."

Traditional Chinese medicine is a scam? Wei Feng's face became a little darker when he heard this. The medical skills he passed down from ancient Chinese medicine, and even magical witchcraft, which can be resurrected to death, and its mystery is endless.

It is said to be a fraud.

"Mr. George, traditional Chinese medicine is not a scam. It is the crystallization of China over thousands of years. Your country has only a few hundred years of history. What qualifications do you have to criticize our Chinese medical skills?"

Alice shook her head and smiled.

"Don't argue, my father's disease can only be controlled by Western medicine. Haven't you discovered that all the people present today are Western medicine? As for traditional Chinese medicine, our JK family has never believed in it. We only believe in precision instruments. It is said that you
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