Martial Arts Across the Heavens: Becoming a Martial God Starting from the Big Boss in Tangshan

Chapter 147 International Medical Conference

A few days later, at the venue of the International Medical Conference.

The meeting was held in a Western-style building within the concession, a tiered assembly hall.

Huang Feihong followed Chen Wen in and looked at the neat rows of chairs, the tall podium, and the bright gas lamps, finding it all quite novel.

But as he scanned the attendees in the hall, the novelty on his face was quickly replaced by a complex sense of melancholy.

As far as the eye can see, almost all the faces are those of foreigners with high noses and deep-set eyes.

They were all dressed in smart Western-style dresses, and they were talking in all sorts of gibberish.

Occasionally I see a few people with yellow skin.

Huang Feihong was overjoyed and nodded to the other party in greeting.

The man returned the greeting politely, but when he opened his mouth, he started babbling in gibberish; he turned out to be a Japanese!

Huang Feihong's smile froze, and he sighed helplessly, feeling even more frustrated and upset.

Seeing his dejected look, Chen Wen couldn't help but laugh and said, "Don't look like that. Our traditional Chinese medicine has been passed down for thousands of years and has its own unique features. It's not that we're really inferior to others."

"It's just that in the last hundred years or so, foreigners have taken advantage of machines and new research methods to get ahead and temporarily leave us behind."

"But even though we have fallen behind in some areas, traditional Chinese medicine still has advantages in some aspects."

He paused, his gaze sweeping over the room full of foreigners, and continued, "There are hardly any Chinese people here. The problem isn't the quality of their medical skills, but rather that we don't have a voice in the country."

"They set the rules, they control the channels for expression, and they even organized this conference, so naturally they wouldn't let you have a seat."

"However, even so—"

Chen Wen looked at Huang Feihong and smiled, "Didn't the Westerners' medical conference specifically invite us?"

Huang Feihong was taken aback, but then he realized what was happening.

Yes!

Regardless of what these foreigners thought in their hearts, they had to admit the miraculous effects of Baozhilin's medicines and Chen Wen's achievements in medicine!

This invitation itself is proof of our strength.

The frustration in his chest dissipated considerably, and he straightened his back a bit.

Just then.

A gentle voice came from the side, speaking in Mandarin with a slight Cantonese accent: "Excuse me, gentlemen. I overheard your conversation just now and was deeply inspired. May I ask if it would be possible to make your acquaintance?"

Huang Feihong turned around and saw a man smiling and bowing.

The man was wearing a dark blue robe and had a pigtail braid.

Having finally encountered a fellow countryman, only to find him dressed so grotesquely, Huang Feihong was at a loss for words, unsure whether to be happy or disgusted.

But when he saw the person's face clearly, he suddenly froze.

"Xie Si? How did you get in? And there are two of you? What are you up to?"

The man in the long robe was also taken aback, a look of surprise on his face: "Xie Si? Brother, you must have mistaken me for someone else. I am not Xie Si at all."

Huang Feihong was even more bewildered, and turned to Chen Wen, asking, "Brother Chen, what's wrong with Xie Si? He—"

Before he could finish speaking, he suddenly noticed that Chen Wen's expression was extremely strange.

It was a mixture of amusement, a hint of mischief, and—an undisguised excitement?

Since Huang Feihong met Chen Wen, he had never seen such rich and intense emotions on his face.

Chen Wen was usually very calm. No matter how miserable the people were or how hateful the enemy was, he remained emotionally stable.

What's going on right now?

In a flash, Wong Fei-hung himself suddenly realized what was happening.

No! This person isn't Xie Si!

After Xie Si joined them, he cut off his queue, just like the other Blood Flag Army brothers!

Although the person in front of me looks seven or eight parts like Xie Si, his temperament is completely different. He is more composed, his eyes are more profound, and he has a braid trailing behind his head!

He quickly clasped his hands in a fist and bowed to the man in the long robe, saying apologetically, "I am truly sorry! I was blind and mistook you for someone else. I hope you will forgive me."

"May I ask your esteemed name, sir?"

The man in the long robe smiled slightly, cupped his hands again, and said in a manner that was neither humble nor arrogant, "It's alright, it's alright. My name is Sun Wen, courtesy name Yixian. May I ask who you two are?"

Wong Fei-hung quickly cupped his hands again: "So it's Mr. Sun, my apologies for my rudeness. I am Wong Fei-hung."

"I never expected that at this foreign medical conference, besides us, there would also be traditional Chinese medicine practitioners present."

Sun Wen looked slightly embarrassed and coughed lightly, saying, "Master Huang, you misunderstand. I studied Western medicine overseas."

Huang Feihong's expression of relief froze instantly, then turned into deeper helplessness and dejection, and he nodded subconsciously.

Sun Yat-sen, however, became interested and sized up Wong Fei-hung: "So you are Master Wong Fei-hung from Foshan! The manager of Po Chi Lam! I've heard so much about you!"

"And your factory's medicines, I've heard a lot about them overseas, they're truly remarkable!"

After his experience with Nalan Yuanshu, Huang Feihong knew that his family's pharmaceutical factory had already become famous both at home and abroad.

Even the emperor wanted them to be his imperial physicians.

He simply said calmly, "Mr. Sun, you flatter me. I merely wish to alleviate the suffering of the people and do my part in this small way."

His nonchalant reaction, however, gave Sun Yat-sen a jolt.

He was well aware of the sensation and controversy that Baozhilin and those miracle drugs had caused in the Western medical community while he was overseas, and their value was immeasurable.

Unexpectedly, one of its founders was so nonchalant, regarding fame and fortune as fleeting clouds.

He secretly admired this magnanimity.

Sun Yat-sen turned his gaze to the young man beside Wong Fei-hung who had been smiling and silent.

This person was younger, with short hair, wearing a dress, and had a calm demeanor.

Sun Yat-sen suddenly remembered another rumor he had heard.

Baozhilin belongs to the Huang family, but the prescriptions that shocked the West were actually written by a younger manager surnamed Chen.

A thought struck him, and he tentatively cupped his hands in greeting, asking, "Master Huang, could this gentleman—perhaps Mr. Chen Wen, the other owner of Po Chi Lam?"

Upon hearing this, Wong Fei-hung smiled and replied, "Sun Yat-sen, Chen Wen. Mr. Sun, Brother Chen, your names are quite a coincidence."

Chen Wen smiled slightly, and instead of cupping his hands in greeting, he extended his right hand forward.

Sun Yat-sen was taken aback for a moment, then realized that this was a Western handshake, and quickly extended his right hand to shake it.

The moment their hands clasped together.

Chen Wen leaned forward slightly and said clearly in a very low voice that only the three of them could hear, "Chen Wen, leader of the Blood Flag Army."

Sun Wen's hand trembled violently, his pupils contracted sharply, and he stood up abruptly from his seat!

His sudden movement was quite large, even causing the chair to move backward, making a harsh scraping sound.

On the podium at the front.

The foreign scholar was proudly introducing his new discovery when he was suddenly interrupted.

He pushed up his glasses with displeasure and looked at Sun Wen: "Sir, do you have some different opinion on my research conclusions?"

All eyes in the room instantly turned to him.

Sun Yat-sen's face paled. Realizing his lapse in composure, he quickly forced a smile and waved his hands repeatedly, explaining, "I'm so sorry! I just suddenly remembered an important personal matter. I lost my composure. Please continue, please continue!"

As he spoke, he awkwardly sat back down.

A few low snickers and whispers came from the surrounding area, but soon everyone's attention returned to the podium.

Sun Yat-sen sat back in his chair, his back already covered in a layer of cold sweat.

He looked at the two people beside him again, his expression extremely complicated.

It was a mixture of extreme shock, uncontrollable excitement, and instinctive vigilance and panic.

He looked at Chen Wen, who still had that playful smile on his face.

Sun Yat-sen was in a state of utter confusion.

On the one hand, he found it hard to believe that the famous Cheung Chee Lam manager, who was sought after by the imperial court, was someone who was renowned both at home and abroad.

Could it be that infamous leader of the Blood Flag Army, who killed officials and rebelled?

This is utterly absurd!

On the other hand, this statement is too shocking. Who would dare to impersonate the leader of the rebels?

This is the big crime of beheading!

Moreover, why did they specifically tell me this? Could it be that my identity has also been exposed?

Is this a test? Or a trap?