At that moment, Sun Mengying stared at Lin Han in a daze, a boundless sense of admiration rising in her heart.
'That's right. The purpose of medicine is to save lives, not to seek fame. Any medical skill that can save a person is a good medical skill. So why should there be any distinction between good and bad, honor and disgrace?'
'Medicine is just medicine!'
'Why does it have to be divided into different ranks?'
Lin Han didn't try to elevate Traditional Chinese Medicine, nor did he belittle Western medicine. In comparison to Zheng Guangyu, he seemed downright noble and righteous.
This made Zheng Guangyu fly into a rage. He retorted, "Such a silver tongue! If you practitioners of Traditional Chinese Medicine were actually any good, why would I be here?"
