The powerful cultivators in the city

Two hours later, the Audi A6 drove to the First Hospital of Jiyang City, the provincial capital, and after entering the hospital, it slowly stopped in front of the inpatient department.

Chen Hao and the middle-aged driver got out of the car.

A group of people were waiting at the door, and when they saw him, they immediately came to greet him.

"Master, you are here."

An old man in a white gown and gray hair came forward and bowed respectfully to Chen Hao.

It was Ling Zhongce.

What?

Others were shocked when they saw him.

When they saw Chen Hao, they thought he was an assistant or an apprentice, and they didn't care. Unexpectedly, he was Ling Zhongce's master.

How is this possible?

This young man is only in his twenties at most.

Moreover, Chen Hao was wearing casual clothes and had no medical equipment. No matter how you looked at him, he did not look like an old doctor.

"Zhongce, where is the patient? Take me to see him."

Chen Hao said.

Everyone's expressions suddenly became interesting.

It was ridiculous for a young man in his twenties to call a famous old Chinese doctor in his seventies.

But Chen Hao called him seriously.

"Master, the patient is now accompanied by his family members and undergoing a full-body MRI scan. It is estimated that it will take an hour to complete. Please wait for a while."

Ling Zhongce said.

Chen Hao nodded.

"Master, let me introduce you. This is my old friend, Xie Yunhui, the honorary dean of the Provincial Hospital of Traditional Chinese Medicine, who is also a national player today."

Ling Zhongce pointed to a wealthy old man who was also wearing a long gown and said.

"Hello, Dean Xie."

Chen Hao extended his hand politely.

"Hello."

Xie Yunhui felt awkward and reluctantly shook hands with Chen Hao without addressing him.

Although he and Ling Zhongce had known each other for many years, he knew that old friends would not lie.

But he couldn't do it like Ling Zhongce, bowing to a young man younger than his grandson in public as a junior and calling him "senior".

"Old Xie, what's your attitude?"

Ling Zhongce said dissatisfiedly.

Xie Yunhui didn't say anything, thinking that it's your business if you want to call this junior master, but I won't, it's too embarrassing.

"It doesn't matter, Zhongce, I'm younger than Dean Xie, we're talking about our own things, don't worry about these details."

Chen Hao naturally understood Xie Yunhui's mentality, waved his hand, and said to smooth things over.

"Yes, Master."

Ling Zhongce glared at Xie Yunhui.

"Master, they are all disciples of me and Old Xie, and they came with us for the consultation."

Then, Ling Zhongce pointed at a group of Chinese medicine doctors behind him, "What are you doing? Come and pay your respects to Master Chen."

The Chinese medicine doctors looked extremely embarrassed.

Although they were disciples of Ling Zhongce and Xie Yunhui, they were all in their forties or fifties, holding important positions in the Chinese medicine departments of various Chinese medicine hospitals and large hospitals. They were leaders at the level of chief physicians, and they were usually very powerful and bossy.

How could they accept suddenly calling a young man in his twenties "Master"?

"Don't you understand what I said?"

Ling Zhongce frowned.

"Zhongce, don't make it difficult for them. Didn't I just say that we should talk about our own things?"

Chen Hao said sympathetically, "Besides, it's not the same as before. Just call me teacher."

"Hello, Teacher Chen."

"Nice to meet you, Teacher Chen."

Ling Zhongce's disciples were relieved when they heard this, and they came forward one after another to say.

Although "teacher" is also a respectful title, it is much better than calling him "grandmaster".

Xie Yunhui's disciples did not step forward, but just nodded to Chen Hao lightly, as a greeting.

They all had the same idea as Xie Yunhui, and naturally did not want to call Chen Hao "grandmaster" in public. Even if they called him "teacher", they felt that it was a demotion.

"Haha, it's 2012, and you're still talking about master and apprentice. If you don't know, you would think that the Qing Dynasty has not fallen."

"Otherwise, why do people say that Chinese medicine has declined? He's only in his twenties, but he's actually a grandmaster. It's really ridiculous."

"That's right, we Western doctors, at this age, probably haven't even finished the theory of undergraduate medicine, let alone clinical practice."

"It seems that Chinese medicine is not only mysterious in theory, but also in the people who study it."

On the other side, a group of Western doctors were stunned and shook their heads and sneered.

The relationship between Chinese and Western medicine has always been antagonistic. Both sides look down on each other. If there is an opportunity to make fun of each other, they will naturally not let it go.

The Chinese medicine doctors all looked unhappy when they heard this, but they kept silent.

After all, they found it hard to accept Chen Hao, the young master who suddenly appeared.

Receive.

"What do you know? With my master's ability, even if all of you are added together, you are not as good as his little finger."

Ling Zhongce looked down.

The faces of the Western doctors suddenly darkened.

"Mr. Ling, we don't know your master."

A middle-aged Western doctor wearing black-framed glasses sneered, "But as we all know, Chinese medicine is empirical medicine, which means that only when you see more patients and for a long time, your level will be higher. Since Mr. Chen is your master, his experience level must be higher than yours, so I would like to ask, Mr. Chen is only in his twenties, how can he have more experience and higher level than you, a famous doctor in his seventies?"

Others looked at Ling Zhongce after hearing this.

They really want to know why Ling Zhongce would worship Chen Hao as his master with his reputation and status.

"Don't you think my master is young, so you look down on him?"

Ling Zhongce sneered: "Then I'll tell you, because my master used acupuncture to cure congenital hereditary heart disease!"

What!

Everyone was shocked.

"Oh my god! Acupuncture can cure congenital hereditary heart disease? Even online novels don't dare to write this!"

"If Mr. Chen really has this ability, why does he need to stay in Donglin City? He has already become a world-class doctor, and it is no problem to win the Nobel Prize in Medicine."

"Mr. Ling, even if you are a national master and a famous doctor, you can't just talk nonsense to praise your master."

Then, all the Western medicine doctors sneered.

They naturally couldn't believe such a thing.

Xie Yunhui also shook his head repeatedly.

He thought that Ling Zhongce had some special reason to worship Chen Hao as his master, but he didn't expect to hear such a ridiculous thing.

"If you don't believe it, you can go to Donglin City to verify it, and I will give you..."

Ling Zhongce had expected everyone's reaction and was about to tell the story of Du Xueqing and her daughter.

"Zhongce, don't engage in meaningless verbal disputes."

Chen Hao suddenly interrupted him and said, "Let's go in. After the patient is examined, we will see the doctor immediately."

Curing congenital hereditary heart disease is far beyond the secular scope. He does not want to spread it and attract widespread social attention.

"Yes, Master, please follow me."

Zhongce heard this, although he was unwilling, he had to stop talking, and together with his disciple, took Chen Hao into the inpatient building.