"What?" Upon hearing that Song Yuhe had been defeated by Park Changmin, everyone present was astounded. All of them stopped cursing Park Mintae and instead looked at Song Yuhe with inquiring eyes.
Park Mintae raised his head and said proudly, "Why? Don't you know about this? Heh heh, your news sure is outdated. Song Yuhe, don't tell me you aren't admitting defeat? "
Song Yuhe's brows knitted even tighter.
"Teacher Song, this …" Miao Hong probed.
Song Yuhe looked at Miao Hong and the others before finally sighing. He nodded and said, "I did lose to Park Changmin."
The moment that was said, everyone drew a gasp. Park Mintae was even more pleased with himself as he raised his head like a rooster and said with a smile, "Not bad. You are still willing to admit it."
Then, Park Mintae looked at the others and said with some contempt, "I forgot to tell you. My teacher is now a guest in Black Mountain City …"
"Black Mountain City? You want to challenge Jiang Yu? "Song Yuhe suddenly thought of something as he shouted.
Everyone's expression turned ugly at once.
Xi Liang said, "The only woman under the three sages of TCM, Jiang Yu? Why is she in Black Mountain City? "
Park Mintae shot a glance at everyone and said arrogantly, "It's fine even if I tell you. My teacher said that after this year, there will no longer be any TCM in the world. We will use our medical skills to prove to everyone that TKM is the best medicine! As for TCM, it's nothing but trash! "
"What shameless boasting. There are countless people who study medicine in China. Do you think the few of you can wipe out China's TCM?" Miao Hong cursed.
Park Mintae laughed out loud and said, "Of course we won't be able to wipe it out, but you Chinese have already prepared a coffin for yourselves. All we need to do is close the coffin lid. In the words of you Chinese, this is called digging one's own grave! "
Miao Hong, Xi Liang, and company were instantly taken aback. Digging one's own grave? What was the meaning of that?
Song Yuhe's expression was livid. The muscles on his face began to tremble as he clenched his fists so tightly that his nails nearly pierced through his skin!
As everyone discussed, Red Boy listened and watched by the side. Seeing how arrogant Park Mintae was, he couldn't bear to watch any further. He secretly looked at Fangzheng who was reciting the scriptures in the temple hall and realized that his ears were twitching. Clearly, he was not reciting the scriptures. Instead, he was eavesdropping because of his good hearing!
Upon seeing that Fangzheng was listening, Red Boy felt relieved. He glanced at Park Mintae with a pitiful look, thinking, Punk, don't go overboard with your smugness or someone will teach you a lesson.
Although that was what he thought, Red Boy was also a little curious. Did the Chinese dig their own graves? What did that mean? Were the Huaxia people that stupid?
Right at this moment, Miao Hong said angrily, "Don't speak nonsense here!"
With his hands behind his back, Park Mintae looked up and shot a sideways glance at Miao Hong. "Nonsense? Seems like you guys still don't understand. Forget it, I came here to watch a good show, but I didn't expect it to be a farce. Since there's nothing to play with this monk, I'll tell you about it. Anyway, now that you know, it's useless. "
Having said that, Park Mintae paused before continuing. "There's a saying you Chinese often say: Once the disciple is taught, the master will starve to death. All of your professions believe in this saying. Therefore, everyone hides what they're best at. They won't hand it over until they die. I believe all of you know if TCM can treat illnesses and how effective it is. China has three medical sages of TCM, and each of them has their own unique skills. If they were to be used, they would be able to compete with Western medicine.
But what did you do? In order to maintain their status, the so-called three medical sages didn't even have many disciples. All kinds of means were hidden in an extremely tight manner. They were all exclusive, with only one disciple per lineage. Even a disciple could only learn the surface and not the essence. As such, a family might prosper, but TCM as a whole would fall into desolation because of such concealment.
After all, treating illnesses and saving lives in the world required more doctors, not just one or two so-called medical sages. If the whole group wasn't good, what was the point of a single person?
Furthermore, many of you seniors, for various reasons, failed to pass down your unique means even at the end of their lives. They would rot in your hands and be taken to their coffins. From then on, the divine skills of traditional Chinese medicine would disappear from the world, pushing traditional Chinese medicine to death step by step.
To put it bluntly, TCM doesn't have a good heritage system. The more time passes, the more incomplete the system becomes. In the end, death is only a matter of time. "
Upon hearing this, everyone's expressions turned ugly. In fact, how could they not know the problem that a foreigner like Park Mintae could tell?
Why did Western medicine spread so quickly? It wasn't only because it was effective. More importantly, Western medicine had a complete heritage system. It was easy to pick up and learn. This created even more fresh blood for Western medicine.
To put it simply, Western medicine had always been a soil. When the soil of Western medicine was done, a forest of Western medicine would naturally grow out of it.
As for TCM, due to the restraints of traditional habits, they pursued a monopoly. The final outcome was that the tallest of trees would attract the most wind. It might look glorious, but it couldn't withstand the harsh days and nights of wind and rain. Death was only a matter of time.
However, knowing didn't mean being able to do it. Therefore, even though many people wailed, hoping that all TCM experts would publicize their knowledge and compile all knowledge into a system.
However, after so many years, it remained the same. It had never changed.
With this in mind, everyone looked at Park Mintae and Song Yuhe. Suddenly, a terrifying thought surfaced in their minds. Following that, their foreheads broke out into a cold sweat!
Xi Liang asked in a panic, "What are you trying to do?"
Park Mintae said proudly, "To accelerate your demise. The three sages have grasped many of the essence of TCM. My master will challenge them, and the winner will continue practicing medicine. But the loser will no longer be able to practice medicine or teach. All the knowledge and the competition will rot in his bones! "
Upon hearing this, everyone's hearts chilled. What they feared the most had happened. All of them glared angrily at Park Mintae. Some even stared at Song Yuhe, their eyes seemingly asking: "How did you lose?"
Song Yuhe's eyes were filled with pain and indignation, but most of it was endless guilt. Song Yuhe wanted to say something several times, but he ultimately held back. With a sigh, he closed his eyes in pain.
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