"Who's this girl?"
"She seems to be a staff member of the Jiang family?"
"She's too rude. How dare she speak to Zhang Yanghao like that? She's too arrogant!"
Everyone was shocked when they saw Shen Mange stand up and speak arrogantly to Zhang Yanghao and Zhang Xuanhu. There was an uproar at the scene.
Some of Zhang Yanghao's disciples were enraged and scolded her harshly.
"Shameless boasting! You have no respect for your elders. You're courting death! "
"Little girl, do you want to die?"
"Do you know that if your words are spread outside, you'll be torn apart by Elder Zhang's followers in minutes?"
"Little girl, how dare you speak to my grandfather like that? I think you're asking for a beating!"
Zhang Xuanhu rolled up his sleeves and approached Shen Mange. He looked like he was going to beat her up.
Mo Zhengrong quickly pulled him back and said to Shen Mange, "Miss, don't be unreasonable!"
Zhang Yanghao turned his head and looked at Shen Mange. His eyes widened. When he saw Jiang Tian next to her, his heart skipped a beat. He was so shocked that he almost fainted.
Then, under everyone's gaze, he walked quickly to Jiang Tian. He lifted the hem of his robe and knelt down in front of Jiang Tian. He said respectfully, "Disciple Zhang Yanghao pays respect to Master! Greetings to Madam Mange! "
His face was full of shock and reverence, as if he was a follower who saw a god.
"Disciple Chen Jishi pays respect to Master Kang and Madam Mange!" Chen Jishi's face was also ashen. He quickly knelt behind them.
"Hiss —!"
In an instant, everyone sucked in a breath of cold air.
Everyone looked as if they had seen a ghost in broad daylight. Their eyes almost popped out of their sockets.
How could this be?
Zhang Yanghao was a leading figure in the field of Chinese medicine in Hua Xia. He was the director of the Red Wall Imperial Medical Hall, the chief academic advisor of the Chinese Medicine Association, and the Changjiang Scholar.
How respected was his position?
How deep was his academic foundation?
But at this moment, he actually knelt down and bowed to a kid in his early twenties, and even called him his teacher. This was simply too inconceivable.
"Teacher … What's going on?"
Everyone was confused and confused. They watched in horror as Zhang Yanghao, the leading figure of Chinese medicine, kowtowed to Jiang Tianxing respectfully.
"Get up. However, you're not my disciple, and you're not worthy …"
Jiang Tian's face was calm. He picked up the teacup, took a sip of tea, and said indifferently.
Back then, he had set up an altar in Shennong school, preaching and answering questions for half a month. Zhang Yanghao, as an outer sect elder, had also listened to the lecture below the altar.
In just two short weeks, it was as if he was listening to the teachings of an immortal. He was enlightened and deeply inspired. Many mysteries and difficult problems were solved, and the level of his medical skills improved significantly.
He was deeply grateful to Jiang Tian!
In his mind, Jiang Tian was his teacher, or even a high and mighty immortal.
But Jiang Tian didn't think so. He was very strict when it came to choosing disciples. Only talents, character, loyalty, and many other conditions could be met.
If anyone who received a few words of guidance from him was called his disciple, then he would have too many disciples.
"Master Kang …"
Zhang Yanghao had just stood up, but when he heard the second half of the sentence, his body stiffened. He was anxious and almost burst into tears.
At this moment, he finally understood that Jiang Tian was the son of the Jiang family in Jinling, the grandson of Jiang Changgeng.
He regretted it very much. He had been blinded by hatred and had been rude to Jiang Changgeng. He was afraid that it would be difficult for him to receive guidance from Master Kang in the future!
"Sit down and continue the meeting!"
Seeing everyone's suspicious eyes, Shen Mange didn't bother to explain and directly ordered indifferently.
"Elder Jiang, Master Kang, and Madam Mange, please take the main seat. Everyone, make way!" Zhang Yanghao immediately gave up his seat and said politely.
"That's right, this way please!"
Although Mo Zhengrong found it inconceivable, he also knew that this' Master Kang 'was definitely an expert. Thus, he immediately went along with it.
"I'm fine sitting here. It's quiet! You guys can continue with your work! "Jiang Tian waved his hand and refused.
He had also heard their discussion. It was nothing more than arguing with reason and verifying history to prove that TCM was the origin of TKM. Wasn't it a little too naive? It was like scratching an itch through a boot.
"We would like to ask Elder Jiang, Madam Mange, and Master Kang to give us some guidance!" Zhang Yanghao said respectfully.
Jiang Tian lowered his head and played with his phone. He didn't even bother with Zhang Yanghao.
Jiang Changgeng also tactfully refused.
Zhang Yanghao had no choice but to sit down. Suppressing his uneasy heart, he opened his script and prepared to speak.
Behind him, Zhang Xuanhu frowned and mumbled, "Grandpa, why did you kneel to him? He's just a brat! "
Zhang Yanghao turned around and slapped him. He scolded angrily, "Ignorant brat! Master Kang is the head of the Shennong school. He's a peerless scholar, and his medical skills are unfathomable. Even Zuo Zimu has to call himself his disciple. How dare you speak so arrogantly! "
"Hiss —!"
Everyone gasped. They were so shocked that their eyeballs almost popped out of their sockets. Their hearts were in turmoil.
Their expressions changed as they looked at Jiang Tian.
Shennong school!
What kind of existence was that?
It was known as the origin of TCM. All medical skills in the world originated from Shennong.
The disciples and successors of Shennong were like living fossils.
The people of Shennong school were no longer traditional TCM. They didn't use the four diagnostic methods of looking, listening, questioning, and feeling. Instead, they practiced medicine. They were proficient in making pills, drawing talismans, and the art of blessing. Their medical skills could revive the dead. They were like gods in heaven.
No matter how capable Zhang Yanghao was, he was only an outer elder of the Shennong school. He begged for many years before he was able to join.
However, this person was the head of the Shennong school. He was able to make the head of the Shennong school call him his disciple. Was he still human?
"Grandpa, you're joking, right …" Zhang Xuanhu covered his face in shock. He couldn't help but laugh.
"I'm joking? Bastard, hurry up and kneel down! "
Zhang Yanghao was so angry that his face turned pale. He pointed at Zhang Xuanhu and shouted.
"Grandpa …" Zhang Xuanhu's face turned red as he begged.
He realized that what his grandpa said was true. In terms of seniority and status, he should kneel down to Jiang Tian.
However, Jiang Tian was young, and he was around the same age as him. He couldn't accept kneeling down to Jiang Tian.
"Forget it, let's continue with the meeting. There's no need to bother about these details!" Jiang Tian smiled.
They were just ants. He could crush them with a single palm. There was no need for him to be calculative with them.
The meeting continued as usual.
However, with Jiang Tian present, Zhang Yanghao felt uneasy. Even though he had prepared a speech, he still couldn't help but be tongue-tied. Sweat dripped down his forehead, and he would look at Jiang Tian from time to time to check his expression.
After he finished speaking, everyone expressed their opinions and discussed how to destroy the TKM's application for the Intangible Cultural Heritage.
Suddenly, there was a commotion at the entrance. Someone seemed to be quarreling, and the door of the meeting room was kicked open.
A group of burly men dressed in black, and there were more than a dozen of them, barged in.
Their faces were sinister, and their eyes were cold. They were tall and muscular, and there were dragon and tiger tattoos on their arms. With a single look, one could tell that they weren't easy to deal with.
"Who are you guys? How dare you barge into our meeting room? "Zhang Yanghao flew into a rage and slammed the table.
"We heard that you guys are terrorists from Hua Xia, and you guys intend to destroy the International Medical Exchange. Thus, we intend to kick you guys out!"
The person in the lead was two meters tall. He had a beard and hair that reached his shoulders. He placed his hands on the table and looked down at everyone. He spoke in choppy Mandarin with a sinister smile.
"Nonsense! We're here for an academic exchange. Scram!"
Zhang Xuanhu pointed at the burly man's nose and roared.
"Oh, it's rare for me to see such a gutsy Hua Xia!"
The long-haired man smiled sinisterly. He suddenly grabbed Zhang Xuanhu's finger and flung it upwards.
In an instant, Zhang Xuanhu shrieked in pain. His finger was bent at an abnormal angle, and the crisp sound of bones breaking resounded.
The Zhang Family's medical skills were top-notch, and they had come into contact with some martial artists. Zhang Xuanhu had also learned some martial arts. Although he was only in the Iron Body Primary Stage, it was impossible for three to five burly men to get close to him.
Since Zhang Xuanhu was at a disadvantage, he immediately retaliated with a side kick toward the waist of the long-haired man.
"Trash!"
The long-haired man countered with a kick.
Peng! Bam! The two legs collided.
Zhang Xuanhu was sent flying like a rag doll. His leg was broken, and he couldn't even stand up. He rolled on the floor in pain.
Everyone was dumbfounded by this sight, and panic filled the room.
They didn't expect the South Korean and Korean doctors to be so arrogant as to come knocking on their door.
"Is there anyone else who dares to come up?"
The long-haired man slapped Zhang Xuanhu as though he was swatting an ant.
As he asked, he put his finger on the conference table with a smile.
Only a hissing sound could be heard. Bam! The conference table, which was more than three centimeters thick, was pierced through by his finger as though it was made of tofu.
In an instant, everyone sucked in a breath of cold air. Their hearts shuddered, and cold sweat trickled down their foreheads.
They were capable of saving lives and scolding others passionately.
However, they were a far cry from fighting. This person was clearly an expert, and they weren't a match for him.
"Should we call the police?" Someone asked.
"It's useless to call the police!"
Someone shook his head and pointed to the door, "Did you see that? There are police officers outside, and they're colluding with us. They're waiting for us to make a move, and they'll arrest us! "
"How dare you beat someone up in broad daylight? Is there any law in this world? Is there any justice in this world? "
Mo Zhengrong stood up and slammed the table as he roared, "We're from Hua Xia's Traditional Chinese Medicine Association, an organization protected by the law. We're here to participate in the academic exchange, and I want to inform our country's embassy to protest and condemn you!"
"Do whatever you want!"
The long-haired man sneered and continued fearlessly, "Get out of South Korea right now. Otherwise, I'll beat you up every time I see you!"
Mo Zhengrong instantly understood what was going on. His face paled, and his heart sank to the bottom.
TKM's application for the World Heritage Site was a huge matter, and if Hua Xia interfered and obstructed their application, they would suffer a huge loss. This was something that many organizations were unwilling to see.
A Korean medicine company like Dayu Pharmaceutical Company was worth 200 billion won, and it was normal for them to hire a few fearless criminals to disrupt Hua Xia's TCM delegation.
Even if the embassy were to protest, they might even pursue the matter.
However, TKM's application for the World Heritage Site was successful, and it could be said that they had paid a small price for a huge victory.
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