Chapter 2479 - 2270: Honorary Vice President_4
Chapter 2479: Chapter 2270: Honorary Vice President_4
"Why do you speak in such a harsh manner? Can’t an acupuncture doctor be an entrepreneur? Can’t an acupuncture doctor run a company?" Lin Fengchun erupted, hearing Zhao Dinghang and others mock Song Xiaodong, slapping the table as he stood up and spoke to the three of them.
"Listen to yourself, is that something a doctor should say? A doctor is supposed to hang up their shingle to treat people and save lives, not think solely about making money. How are you any different from those money-swindling, unscrupulous doctors?" Zhao Dinghang also got agitated and stood up, pointing at Lin Fengchun’s nose and shouting.
"Is there a conflict between treating people and making money? Do you treat people without charging them?" Lin Fengchun raised his voice, confronting Zhao Dinghang head-on.
"Of course, you charge for treatment, but even when I charge, I know I’m a doctor and adhere to my duties as one. But look at your Minghe School representative here, dressed like a corporate president attending a seminar. Is this an academic attitude?" Zhao Dinghang argued with Lin Fengchun.
"Mr. Zhao, participating in the acupuncture medicine seminar, did the organizers specify a dress code?" Song Xiaodong tilted his head and leaned back, asking Zhao Dinghang.
"It’s not about clothing; it’s about attitude. I feel like, deep down, you don’t consider yourself a doctor, nor do you take this acupuncture seminar seriously!" Hearing Song Xiaodong’s icy mockery, Zhao Dinghang flew into a rage, almost jumping across the table to grab Song Xiaodong by the collar.
Looking at Song Xiaodong’s lazy attitude, finally provoked the acupuncture experts present, who began criticizing him one after another.
"Young man, you’re the owner of a beverage company, why would you insist on attending our acupuncture medicine seminar? You don’t understand acupuncture, and even if you did grasp a few tricks, you shouldn’t use them to treat people. We’re discussing matters you can’t comprehend. I think it’s best you leave quickly, giving your seat to Zhao Dinghang’s disciple Guo Xilong, how wonderful! Consider it a contribution to the acupuncture medical community; we thank you!" a white-haired old man said, shaking his head at Song Xiaodong.
"Indeed, I’ll address you as Mr. Song. This really isn’t the place for you. If you are truly interested in acupuncture, I’ll send you a medical book after you return, allowing you to study it leisurely. But for today’s seminar, I hope you refrain from disrupting things." Another old man spoke to Song Xiaodong.
"Mr. Song, please invite Guo Xilong back. Guo Xilong, after all, is Mr. Zhao’s disciple, has practiced medicine with his mentor for years, and is the next heir of Zhao Sanzhen. Mr. Song, please pass today’s opportunity to engage with the nations’ acupuncture masters to Guo Xilong, ensuring this chance doesn’t go to waste!" Another old man persuaded Song Xiaodong earnestly.
Unmoved by the elders’ disapproval, Song Xiaodong answered Zhao Dinghang’s earlier question: "You’re right. I haven’t taken this acupuncture seminar seriously at all."
"I don’t take the attendees seriously either. Allow me to be blunt, I’m not targeting anyone specifically, but everyone here is garbage." Song Xiaodong glanced around and addressed the elder gentlemen present.
"What did you say? Say it again? You are disrespecting your elders! You show no respect for seniors!"
"Do you have any manners? Everyone present is a respected acupuncture expert, a doctor who has saved countless lives. Being a doctor is an esteemed profession. Even if you’re an outsider who knows nothing, you should have basic respect for doctors!"
"You feeble-minded doctors, claiming it’s a symposium, yet doing nothing more than establishing territories and divisions. Treating and saving lives is a doctor’s duty, yet you elevate acupuncture medicine to resemble a Martial World assembly, dividing schools and ranks; a mediocre doctor remains mediocre even at a hundred years old. Can ranks heal the sick? Zhang Guomin meant well by asking me to guide and direct you, but you’ve squandered his goodwill!"
Chapter 2273 - I’ll Pierce Another Needle
With that, Song Xiaodong walked away.
"Stop right there! Who are you calling a mediocre doctor? Say it again! Watch your words, or I’ll tear your mouth apart!" Zhao Dinghang stood up and was about to rush forward to hit Song Xiaodong, but was restrained by people nearby.
Song Xiaodong listened to Zhao Dinghang’s words, his gaze turned icy, and his hand twitched.
"Ah!" Zhao Dinghang suddenly felt a numbness in his arm, unable to stand, slumping back into his chair, realizing his whole left arm was immobile, a silver needle firmly embedded in his scapula.
Song Xiaodong, with a frigid gaze, had been heading towards the meeting room door. After Zhao Dinghang’s remark, he casually flicked a needle, then steadily walked up to Zhao Dinghang.
"I called you a mediocre doctor, and I repeated it, my mouth’s right here, go ahead, tear it apart!" Song Xiaodong bent down and brought his face close to Zhao Dinghang.
"You! What did you do? My arm won’t move! I have no feeling! What did you do?" Zhao Dinghang, terrified, grabbed his immobile arm with his other hand, waving it before Song Xiaodong.
All present were acupuncture experts, and while they believed acupuncture could treat illnesses, the idea of instantly rendering a person’s arm paralyzed with a single needle is beyond anyone’s ability.
Yet this young man had accomplished it, and from across the conference room table, with his back facing Zhao Dinghang, casually flicking out a silver needle, he had rendered Zhao Dinghang’s entire arm without any sensation.