Chapter 2945

Chapter 2945: Perfectly Humiliating the Enemy

"Four of you, I don't know your names, but that doesn't stop me from speaking." Yan Xiwan’s tone was calm.

Yan Xiwan looked at the four men. "I have learned a bit of everything. I studied the Western medicine you are proud of, and also the traditional Chinese medicine of my country. In my heart, whether it is Western or Chinese medicine, as long as it can help people get rid of pain, it is the best medical art."

Yan Xiwan lowered her eyes slightly. "However, I know that if I defeat you with Western medicine, you will surely say, 'Western medicine comes from the West; it is your Western specialty.' So, for now, I will not use Western medicine. Of course, if you insist I use it, that is another matter. First, I will use Chinese medicine."

Yan Xiwan looked at one of the four men. "Your eyes lack luster, your eye circles are dark, and your pupils have blood vessels. This means you did not sleep well at night. Your cheeks are narrow and dull, with dark shadows, indicating dehydration, which means kidney deficiency."

Yan Xiwan paused. "I suppose you know this yourself, after all, you know your own body best. Some things just feel powerless. Besides kidney deficiency, your stomach is also poor. There is a dark shadow between your eyebrows, and knots in your small intestine, indicating chronic gastroenteritis. Am I right?"

The Westerner listened to Yan Xiwan’s words, stepped back a few steps, and looked at her with disbelief in her eyes. "How did you know?"

"The most basic part of our Chinese medicine is observation, listening, questioning, and pulse-taking. I only used the most basic 'observation' technique on you. By looking at your face, I can judge the diseases inside your body. Otherwise, do you think I am talking nonsense?" Yan Xiwan did not seem afraid of scaring this Westerner.

The Westerner’s eyes were full of terror and disbelief. "How is this possible? It is unscientific."

"What is science? What is unscientific?" Yan Xiwan said lightly. "You have instruments now, so you say Western medicine is so good. But you must know that in ancient times, you also had no so-called instruments. Back then, you used shamans. You have merely lost your traditional medical arts, and coincidentally, Western medicine rose again, leading to today’s Western medicine."

Yan Xiwan looked serious. "I just said, whether it is Western or Chinese medicine, as long as it can relieve the suffering of the people, it is good medical art. Do you think I am lying?"

The corners of Yan Xiwan’s mouth curled up slightly. "Unfortunately, you do not understand. So today, I will use Chinese medicine to tell you that there are many types of medical arts in this world."

Then Yan Xiwan pointed to another Westerner. "This person has a triangular mole growing at the corner of his eyebrow, which means he has athlete’s foot."

"Cough, cough." That man was startled by these words. "Do not talk nonsense."

"Whether it is nonsense or not, aren’t you clearer than me?" Yan Xiwan then pointed to another one. "This person bends his fingers when talking to others, which means he has cervical spine problems."

"It is too magical." That person did not speak anymore. He knew his own body. He had just had a health check-up recently, so he naturally knew what illnesses he had.

"As for this one." Yan Xiwan looked at the only Oriental among the four. "The corners of your mouth turn down, and thick saliva is produced when you speak, indicating pharyngitis. When you breathe through your nose, you have sinusitis."

"How is this possible?" This Oriental was also shocked.

Yan Xiwan shrugged slightly. "I have not even taken your pulses yet. Just by looking at your faces, I know what ailments you have. I am afraid that after taking your pulses, you will have even more diseases."

"We do not want to see a doctor anymore." The Westerner who had athlete’s foot said directly.

Yan Xiwan glanced at that Westerner and said lightly, "Whether you see a doctor or not has nothing to do with me."

Indeed, it had nothing to do with her. Yan Xiwan was just using today’s opportunity to let people see how to be a true healer.

"I am merely stating your physical problems as a healer. Healers do not lie to patients. If you are sick, you are sick; if you are healthy, you are healthy." Yan Xiwan remained calm.

"You are using witchcraft. Absolute witchcraft, not medical art." One of the Westerners shouted.

A trace of mockery appeared at the corner of Yan Xiwan’s mouth. "What is called witchcraft? What is called not medical art? Do you think that only diseases diagnosed by machines and cured are medical art?

What is called science? What is called unscientific? Do you think that what science cannot explain definitely does not exist?

If so, your God has never appeared, and you cannot explain why you trust your God. Then why do you not overthrow this God that science cannot explain?

Do not blame it on unscientific reasons or blame others’ abilities just because you do not know."

Yan Xiwan’s words were very sharp. She did not show any politeness because the people in front of her were Westerners.

"Our country has a very good idiom that can absolutely describe you. That idiom is 'a frog in a well.'

Do you know what this means? It is actually very simple. A frog is at the bottom of a well, so when it looks up at the sky, it only sees the sky at the well’s mouth. Therefore, it thinks the sky is only as big as the well’s mouth. You are like this frog right now."

"I protest! You are insulting me!" Another one shouted.

"What is called insult? When the Eight-Nation Alliance entered our capital and stole our national treasures, that was an insult. When you say others are insulting you, please wipe your own bottom first."

Yan Xiwan spoke very directly.

However, it was undeniable that such words made the others sitting nearby feel particularly satisfied.

Yan Xiwan raised her eyebrows and looked at the four men. "Of course, in terms of medical art, if you still want to challenge, you can. But you need to apply again. You are destined to lose this time."

Yes, destined. Whether due to time rules or the Chinese medicine Yan Xiwan displayed, they were already shocked.

Yan Xiwan looked at her watch. "I have chatted with you for so long. It is almost eleven. Tell me, do you have any other questions?"

(⊙o⊙)… The problem was big. They did not want to lose like this.

Yan Xiwan looked at the four foreigners with a kind expression. "Don’t worry. If you fail the exam, you can retake it. If you cannot participate in this competition, you can join the next one. So you can still apply for a new competition. I am a very easy-going person, but that is it for today."

Yan Xiwan had already crushed the four foreigners with Chinese medicine. Combined with her displayed strength, the students present understood that they should not retreat just because the opponent was a foreigner. Foreigners were just ordinary people, differing only in nationality.

As long as you grasp the truth, you can make them dig their own graves.

That is what Yan Xiwan did today.

The four foreigners wanted to act shamelessly, but Yan Xiwan was not like others who would pamper them because they were foreigners. Instead, she had the attitude of "my territory, my rules."

So if they wanted to compete again, they could only follow Yan Xiwan’s wishes and challenge again. No, apply again.

"Aren’t you afraid they will spread rumors?" In the cafeteria, Old Yuan asked curiously, watching Yan Xiwan eat happily.

"If I let them go, would they not spread rumors?" Yan Xiwan asked in return.

These foreigners would do anything if they had a chance to step on others to elevate themselves.

And Yan Xiwan was the person who would absolutely not give them that opportunity.

Old Yuan paused and smiled bitterly. He realized that he did not see things as clearly as Yan Xiwan.

Probably due to the lingering effects of the past, foreigners were viewed with more respect now. In some places, everything about foreigners was valued even more than that of their own countrymen.

Thinking of this, Old Yuan looked at Yan Xiwan, who was eating enthusiastically. "Are you actually curing the Chinese people?"

Curing the disease of worshipping foreign things.

Yan Xiwan naturally understood the meaning in Old Yuan’s words. "I did not originally think so. It is just that those foreigners sought their own death. They challenged me but were late. If I did not step on them a few times, I would be letting myself down."

Yan Xiwan picked up a chopstick of food for Old Yuan. "Master, hurry up and eat. The food in our cafeteria tastes quite good."

Old Yuan hummed, picked up his bowl, and took a bite. "You did not give them face today. Aren’t you afraid they will turn hostile?"

"If they turn hostile, let them. I have never been afraid." Yan Xiwan looked indifferent. "Whether it is Western or Chinese medicine, I will accept it."

"Why did you use Chinese medicine to deal with them?" Professor Feng asked.

"If it were a normal competition, I planned to use both Chinese and Western medicine simultaneously. This would let the public understand that both Chinese and Western medicines are good. But in today’s situation, if I used Western medicine, they would seize on one point: that Western medicine came from the West."

Yan Xiwan smiled lightly. "Actually, they do not know that so-called Western medicine was also passed from Eastern shamanistic medicine."

Seeing Old Yuan and Professor Feng’s confused looks, Yan Xiwan explained, "Shamanistic medicine is a type of witch doctor medicine, and witch doctors are one of our traditional medical arts. It can also be considered Chinese medicine."

"According to what you say, does that mean Western medicine evolved from Chinese medicine?" Professor Feng asked.

"Theoretically, yes." Yan Xiwan nodded. "But based on the nature of foreigners, let alone them not knowing this history, even if they knew, they would choose to deliberately forget it and say their medical art is Western medicine."

Yan Xiwan took another bite of rice. "So today, I specifically used Chinese medicine to suppress them. Because Chinese medicine is our country’s traditional medical art, and they have always looked down on it, I will let them know the mystery and power of Chinese medicine."

Hearing Yan Xiwan’s words, Old Yuan and Professor Feng finally understood why Yan Xiwan chose Chinese medicine to deal with those foreigners.

"However, I am afraid their challenge letter will come again in two days," Old Yuan said.

"Soldiers block soldiers, water blocks earth. I am really not afraid of them challenging me with medical art." Yan Xiwan said lightly. "My usual low profile does not mean I will let people bully me."