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

Chapter 149 The Debate Between East and West

The doubts and criticisms were numerous, filled with arrogance and prejudice.

These foreigners did not know Chen Wen, nor did they understand China, but their inherent sense of superiority made them instinctively deny all achievements from the East.

good stuff?

It must have been stolen or robbed; it could never have been something you created yourself.

A formidable figure?

They're not Chinese, they're definitely of mixed race, or even Western immigrants.

"What are these guys talking about? Why does it sound so unpleasant?"

Huang Feihong couldn't understand bird language, nor did he know what those people were saying, but he instinctively felt that it wasn't anything good.

Sun Yat-sen looked extremely embarrassed and quietly translated the discussions to Wong Fei-hung.

"What! They actually dared to humiliate Brother Chen! To insult our medical skills!"

Upon hearing this, Wong Fei-hung's anger flared up instantly, and he instinctively clenched his fists.

He remembered what had happened at the dock.

The two foreign captains also used a similar tone to humiliate them.

Unexpectedly, in this medical hall that is supposed to be a place for academic exchange, these well-dressed, sanctimonious foreign doctors...

Deep down, he's no different from those pirate captains!

Whenever they see something good about the Chinese people, their first thought is not to acknowledge it, but to slander and deny it, and they want to trample on them!

He couldn't help but mutter a few curses under his breath.

"Master Huang, please calm down, please calm down—"

Sun Wen's embarrassment deepened.

In fact, it wasn't just these foreigners; even deep down, he himself had his doubts back then.

Chen Wen, who was previously unknown, suddenly produced so many astonishing prescriptions.

It looks very strange no matter how you look at it.

It's not just foreigners who are suspicious; even many Chinese people are suspicious.

On the stage.

Chen Wen listened to the increasingly noisy doubts and ridicule from the audience, but his expression remained unchanged and he remained calm.

He even waited until the murmurs subsided slightly before asking, "Where's the evidence?"

These words quickly spread throughout the venue, silencing the noise.

Many people were stunned for a moment, not understanding what he meant.

Chen Wen smiled and continued, "Those gentlemen who questioned me earlier, accusing me of theft and forgery, and everyone else who shares the same opinion, please produce your evidence!"

He surveyed the room with a calm gaze: "I can tell you right now that I have never kept the patents and methods for these drugs a secret from any person or country."

"I would even welcome everyone here to use your most advanced laboratories and best equipment to gather the top chemists and biologists to try to replicate it."

"I assert that you cannot do it!"

Everyone present nodded subconsciously upon hearing this.

As doctors, they knew best just how amazing the medicines from Po Chi Lam Pharmaceutical Factory were.

More expensive than an equivalent amount of gold!

Who wouldn't be envious? Who wouldn't want to copy it?

However, no one has successfully replicated penicillin!

This is why these Westerners try every means to deny Chen Wen's achievements.

Chen Wen had long seen through these guys. His voice suddenly rose, and he shouted angrily, "Without any evidence, based solely on your arrogance and prejudice, you have openly slandered my character and accused me of theft in an international academic setting!"

"Who were the ones who raised their voices in question just now? Please step forward."

"I will immediately file a lawsuit against you in the International Court of Justice for defamation!"

Upon hearing this, the faces of those who had been shouting the loudest just moments before instantly changed.

One by one, they quickly lowered their heads and shrank their necks, no one daring to utter another sound.

They knew perfectly well that their words were purely an expression of prejudice and had no basis whatsoever.

And Chen Wen's current fame, wealth, and potential influence.

If we really take this seriously, it will definitely be enough to make them pay a huge price!

even.

Chen Wen doesn't even need to lift a finger; as long as he spreads the word, there will naturally be people eager to curry favor with him.

The venue fell silent instantly.

The atmosphere was somewhat subtle and tense.

Seeing this, the host on stage quickly stepped forward to smooth things over, chuckling awkwardly, "Uh—Mr. Chen, please calm down. Everyone was just joking to lighten the mood; there was absolutely no intention to offend."

Please don't mind.

"We are very much looking forward to hearing your insights on drug development. Please begin."

"

Below the stage were all the attendees from China, including Wong Fei-hung and Sun Yat-sen.

At that moment, I felt a surge of heat rushing up my chest, and my fingers trembled with excitement.

That was so satisfying!

In the past, on such occasions, they could only silently endure the foreigners' disdain and ridicule, feeling frustrated and having nowhere to vent their anger.

Nowadays.

Chen Wen's few words, spoken lightly, were like a resounding slap in the face.

Those arrogant guys were silenced!

They had never felt so triumphant!

Chen Wen neither agreed nor disagreed with the host's attempt to smooth things over, but simply nodded slightly, just about to say something.

At this moment, an elderly foreigner stood up on the other side of the hall: "Gentlemen, please be quiet. I have something to say in a fair manner."

All eyes turned to him.

"I believe Mr. Chen's words," the old foreigner said firmly. "I believe that Mr. Chen developed those miraculous drugs himself."

"This is not surprising, because Mr. Chen used the most advanced pharmaceutical science concepts and technologies from the West to achieve this breakthrough!"

"He is an outstanding Western medicine doctor!"

As soon as he said this, many foreigners in the room nodded, their faces showing expressions of "I see," and "That makes sense now."

Some even whispered their agreement: "That's right, Mr. Chen must have received a good education in the West and mastered advanced methods."

"That makes sense; he was an outstanding Western medical scholar."

Sun Yat-sen translated these words to Wong Fei-hung in a low voice.

"What! A bunch of robbers! A bunch of—"

Upon hearing this, Huang Feihong's anger, which had just subsided, flared up again.

I instantly understood the foreigners' intentions.

Seeing that they could not accuse Chen Wen of theft, they immediately changed their story and insisted on classifying Chen Wen as a Western doctor and attributing the crime to Western science.

In this way, it is still the foreigners who are more powerful.

The East simply produced a good student who was good at learning!

He clenched his fists in frustration, but didn't know how to refute it.

Chen Wen usually treats patients by taking their pulse and prescribing medicine, which is the traditional Chinese medicine approach.

However, the methods of preparing those medicines are indeed different from those of traditional Chinese medicine.

In truth, deep down he was also extremely confused about whether Chen Wen was a practitioner of traditional Chinese medicine or Western medicine.

On the stage.

Chen Wen smiled after hearing the old foreigner's praise.

Instead of immediately refuting him, he posed a seemingly simple question: "So, I would like to ask you all, in your opinion, what exactly is Traditional Chinese Medicine and what is Western Medicine?"

This question caused a moment of silence in the room.

Soon, a short, scrawny Japanese man sitting in the front row stood up, his face radiating undisguised superiority, and loudly proclaimed in broken, broken English, "Is there even a question? Western medicine is rigorous and verifiable!"

"And traditional Chinese medicine? It's nothing but ignorant witchcraft! They eat grass roots and tree bark, some even eat feces and minerals! Backward! Barbaric! Dirty! It doesn't deserve to be called medicine at all!"