After being reborn as a male god, you want to rip off my vest

Chapter 953 Can Chinese medicine do it?
Chi Mian never thought that Xibenlinghua would come after him.

Chi Mian suddenly realized why Jun Yeqian didn't want to see Xibenling flowers so much...

Jun Yeqing nodded when he saw the two of them.

In the noisy meeting place, Chi Mian said softly, "Miss Xiben, you are in good health, so don't come to such a crowded place. Go back."

Xiben Linghua raised her eyebrows: "I'm coming, if you can come, of course I can!" She glanced at Chu Yunluo on the stage, touched the jade pendant on her chest, and said triumphantly: "Say No, I can help him later."

The principal on the side laughed for a while, where did this girl come from?

She said help?
The debate competition is the business of those few people, and has nothing to do with the audience.

On the stage, when Chu Yunluo saw Jun Yeqing sitting next to the principal and looking at her, her heart suddenly settled down.

Chu Yunluo whispered in Yang Qi's ear: "Work hard, don't mention Xu Anya's signature when the time comes, I will arrange for you to have dinner with her!"

When Yang Qi heard it, his whole body seemed to have been beaten with chicken blood.

Xu Anya, who was sitting below, looked at Chu Yunluo on the stage in bewilderment. Why did she feel like she was sold by Brother Luo?

The host announced the start of the debate.

Shen Qingyuefang believes that Western medicine should replace Chinese medicine, which is a dross left over from history.

This point of view made the entire Chinese medicine school explode.

If Chinese medicine is replaced, what will they rely on for food in the future?
Yang Qi, who had been beaten to death, suddenly performed extremely well, answering all Shen Qingyue's questions with reason and evidence.

After all, Shen Qingyue is not a professional doctor, and she was unable to answer because of Yang Qi's professional rhetorical question.

"What does it mean for Yang Qi, a professional student, to bully a girl? Even looking at Shen Qingyue's face, he won't feel sorry for him?"

Jian Yu, who was sitting with Qi Wenjing, sneered, and said: "Then what does it mean that Shen Qingyue invited master students to bully our college students? I feel sorry for my Brother Luo!"

"I can't agree with the other party's point of view. Not all the things left over from ancient times are dross, and Chinese medicine is not..." Yang Qi talked carefully.

The debate competition lasts about forty minutes and an hour.

The debate on both sides was extremely motivating.

The old professor of the School of Traditional Chinese Medicine suddenly breathed a sigh of relief, and said, "Yang Qi played well this time, it doesn't look too bad."

Many students of the School of Traditional Chinese Medicine couldn't help but nod.

Fortunately, Chu Yunluo did not implicate senior Yang Qi and the others.

Chu Yunluo didn't say a few words at all, Yang Qi and another glasses senior were all responding fiercely.

Shen Qingyue glanced at the smiling Chu Yunluo, and couldn't help feeling nervous, so she immediately looked at Zhou Yang.

Zhou Yang is her big killer.

During the time for free questioning, Zhou Yang moved his microphone, suddenly looked at Chu Yunluo and said, "Three arguments against the other side, may I ask your point of view that modern Chinese medicine is the inheritance of ancient medicine? Is that right?"

Jun Yeqing in the audience flickered slightly, his eyes fixed on Chu Yunluo.

Chi Mian on the side couldn't help but said: "This is a set."

Chu Yunluo nodded: "Yes."

The corner of Zhou Yang's mouth slightly raised, "Inheritance is for progress. Isn't Western medicine the result of the inheritance of ancient medicine? The good replaces the bad, it has always been like this."

Zhou Yang paused, and asked with a smile: "Medical medicine pays attention to examples. There are three arguments against it. If there is a patient with a heart attack in front of us, Western medicine can immediately rescue it. Can Chinese medicine do it?"

There was an uproar in the audience, and the face of the old professor from the School of Traditional Chinese Medicine turned black.

In front of thousands of people present, Chu Yunluo nodded, "Yes."

(End of this chapter)