Since he couldn't count on others, he could only count on himself.
Indeed, in the afternoon, the TCM experts from China were slain by Park Changmin and his disciple. However, Park Mintae didn't take part in the afternoon's competition. Clearly, his medical skills were no longer able to compete with China's elites. This left Park Mintae somewhat disappointed. However, when he saw Park Changmin sweep through his opponents, he still raised his head proudly like a proud rooster.
A day later, the Chinese side was filled with gloom and lamentation.
On the contrary, South Korea was filled with cheers.
There were even some countries' television stations that began cheering for South Korea.
The country had no way of interfering in such a medical competition organized by the people. All they could do was watch helplessly. In this way, people all over the world seemed to have seen the fall of traditional Chinese medicine. They looked at the ancient civilization of Huaxia with a special gaze. Some felt pity, some sighed, some sympathized, some felt sorry, and of course, some gloated.
This day was called the Black Day by Chinese TCM students. It was a black day with no hope at all!
However, there were always exceptions. While others were crying, some people were laughing.
"Song Yuhe! That's enough! You've been laughing the moment you arrived. What are you laughing at? "Jiang Yu was so angry that he nearly smashed the teacup in his hand at Song Yuhe's face.
Song Yuhe looked at the news broadcast in front of him that was reporting the defeat of TCM and continued laughing. "Of course I'm laughing at the laughable people."
"What do you mean? Do you think we're laughable? "Jiang Yu's eyes nearly spewed fire.
Song Yuhe said indifferently, "Jiang Yu, follow me somewhere in three days. You will understand."
"Song Yuhe, what are you up to?" Jiang Yu asked, perplexed.
Song Yuhe smiled without answering.
Jiang Yu frowned and said, "I don't have the time to waste with you. Three days? In three days, I'm afraid all the TCM doctors in China will have to seal their needles and scram. When that happens, TCM will completely wither away. "With that said, Jiang Yu let out a long sigh as he wore a gloomy look.
However, Song Yuhe said with a smile, "Don't worry. TCM won't fall. In fact, TCM will soar."
Jiang Yu looked suspiciously at Song Yuhe, thinking, Is this fellow crazy?
Song Yuhe shook his head and didn't say a word. Instead, he got up and said, "In the next few days, I'll visit those defeated fellows. In three days, I'll bring all of you to a place. You will naturally understand what I mean. As for now, I'm going to have a drink and have a good rest. By the way, don't count on those old fellows. They don't have any competitive genes. "
Jiang Yu was stunned. Then, he smiled bitterly. She obviously knew who the old fogeys Song Yuhe mentioned were. They were a bunch of old TCM doctors in their eighties or nineties, with some even being more than a hundred years old. These people were extremely knowledgeable, but they had cold personalities. They thought nothing of the riches and splendor of the world, so they spent their days wandering around like wild cranes. Their job was to take care of flowers and grass, cure the sick and save people. These people did not pursue fame and wealth. They had their own set of inheritance methods, and it was as if they were wandering outside the world.
In fact, Jiang Yu, Song Yuhe, and the other TCM sage, Wang Yukun, were all disciples of the same master. However, they couldn't even find their own master …
Shaking her head, Jiang Yu wished to say that Song Yuhe had gone mad, but she still felt some anticipation. No matter how great the hope was, at the very least, it was still hope. It was better than despair.
In the following days, Song Yuhe visited the doctors who had been defeated by Park Changmin and Park Mintae. Indeed, Song Yuhe's words piqued the curiosity of these people. Coupled with Song Yuhe's reputation, these people decided to follow Song Yuhe to take a look. They wanted to know what that hope was!
The next three days were a disaster for China's TCM doctors. Batch after batch of TCM doctors charged forward, but all of them returned in abject defeat.
The Huaxia audience, who were originally excited and cheering them on, started to fall silent. Some people were crying, some were drinking, and some were cursing. Instantly, the streets and alleys were filled with a baffling sense of repression! This was a hundred times stronger than the repressive atmosphere of the World Cup defeat! It was as if everyone had a knife hanging over their heads, as though it would cleave down at any moment. Then … a part of the nation would be gone.
On this day, the hotel's business was especially good, but no matter how crowded the hotel was, there weren't many people talking.
Even the crazy bars appeared a little dull. Many people weren't talking or laughing. All they did was drink!
If someone took a closer look, at this moment, whether it was an official or an ordinary person, whether it was a traditional Chinese medicine practitioner or a western medicine practitioner, whether it was a white-collar worker or a blue-collar worker, whether it was a boss or a worker, whether it was an educated person or an uneducated person, whether it was a bar owner or a fighter …
On this day, everyone's eyes shimmered with a glint. It was a glint of anger, a glint of repression that was about to erupt like a volcano in their hearts! It was a kind of grief and indignation with despair, and despair with endless grief!
Some people were crying, while others were silent.
However, there was something that seemed to be silently rising …
On the same day, many people in South Korea were cheering. They surged onto the streets, shouting Park Changmin's name as though he was a hero. However, there were also a group of people who were cursing them, saying that they were the victory of the thieves and the decline of the world's morals. South Korea was also in chaos …
However, Park Changmin ignored all of this. Instead, he looked into the distance at the distant mountains. By the side, Park Mintae still wore a look of confusion. He couldn't figure out why the challengers had all lost. They had already obtained the final victory, so why couldn't Park Changmin be happy?
"Master …" Park Mintae asked.
Park Changmin shook his head and cut him off. "Stay here and watch the mountains."
With that said, Park Changmin left again.
Park Mintae wore a blank look. Watch the mountains again?
Three days passed. Three days later, Park Changmin and Park Mintae boarded a car sent by the South Korean embassy and headed for the airport under countless angry gazes. There was nothing they could do about it. Any car they found would immediately be rejected the moment they saw a South Korean. No matter how they pleaded, it was useless. Even after the competition ended, once the government personnel left, they had to rely on the embassy to deliver their food. This was because they couldn't buy any vegetables. They couldn't buy food no matter how much money they spent! They even suspected that they would starve to death if they stayed here for a few more days. Therefore, Park Changmin and company ran to the airport in a sorry state and prepared to return home.
It was unknown if he had run too fast, but Park Mintae suddenly exclaimed as he held his stomach and squatted on the ground, motionless.
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