Representative Jin Huaijie of Country H stared at Zhu Yanyi for a long time before speaking slowly. "Miss Zhu, that is incorrect. We call it Han Medicine because we are citizens of the Great Han."
"May I ask," Zhu Yanyi said, her voice calm but sharp, "how many years of history does Country H actually have? Do you want us to bring five thousand years of Chinese history to your country?"
Zhu Yanyi did not seek trouble, but she was not afraid of it either. At only fourteen years old, she could use her age as a shield. If anyone complained, they would look foolish for arguing with a child. Gu Jingtian and the others could not speak so bluntly, but Zhu Yanyi voiced exactly what they were thinking.
"Also," Zhu Yanyi continued, adopting a teaching tone, "What is the Great Han? When our Han Dynasty existed, your country was still hiding in some obscure corner. You might shamelessly claim nine thousand years of history, but I must say, you are overthinking it. When your 'immortals' appeared nine thousand years ago, did you consider our Emperor Pangu splitting heaven and earth? Did you consider our Goddess Nuwa creating humans and the world? Without them, there would be no day or night. Do not deceive people with fabricated timelines. We speak of recorded civilization. Please go back and verify your facts before speaking."
Zhu Yanyi made an expression of exhaustion, which made Gu Jingtian and the others struggle hard to suppress their laughter.
"You, you…" The representative from Country H was speechless.
Zhu Yanyi patted her cheeks. "Actually, Chinese people are very modest. We do not boast about our tens of thousands of years of experience. If we did, we might scare you. So, do you want to summon your non-existent ancestors? Of course, if you can truly bring your ancestors out to prove it, I might believe you."
Ancestors were mythical figures; they could not simply appear. Yet, the representative found no way to refute her.
Seeing that the point was made, Zhu Yanyi’s expression turned serious. "Regardless of the country, every nation has its own unique medical traditions. This is undeniable. Each country should preserve and pass on its own medicine. As long as you do not try to belittle others, no one will criticize your practices. Every medical system has its characteristics and strengths. The only common goal of all medicine is to benefit humanity."
"Miss Zhu, well said!" George began clapping enthusiastically. Other delegates, realizing the truth in her words, joined in the applause.
"Thank you. Seeing everyone clap makes me shy," Zhu Yanyi said, acting modest.
"If you are shy, brew another pot of tea for us," Karl said, finishing his cup in one gulp.
"That is not tasting tea; that is gulping like a cow," Deng Qing complained.
"Regardless, I love Chinese tea," Karl smiled.
"Very well, I will brew a pot for everyone," Zhu Yanyi agreed with a smile. "You can also share your insights on your own medical practices. This is an exchange conference, and I believe we should focus more on communication."