"Mr. Chen, do these two have the right to question you?" Jared turned his head to look at Chen Zhao.
Chen Zhao looked at Hill Nandes and Anse and asked, "You're here to question me?"
Anse Ronan immediately shook his head. "No, I heard that Mr. Chen had a public lecture here, so I came to listen. I don't have the right to call myself an authority in front of you. I came with the attitude of learning."
Everyone was in an uproar. Gerrard was stunned. "Mr. Anser … Why are you …"
"What? Is there a problem? "Anse Ronan hated Gerrard.
You could have offended anyone, but why did you have to pick him?
The students at the scene couldn't believe it. There was no doubt that Anse Ronan wasn't an authority.
But when Anse faced Chen Zhao, he actually humbly thought that he was not authoritative.
They couldn't believe it. Could it be that Mr. Chen's medical skills were really that high?
Seeing that Anse Ronan was useless, Gerrard looked at Hill Nandes.
Now, he could only pin his hopes on Hill Nandes. "Mr. Hill Nandes, do you agree with him using Chinese medicine to treat neurological diseases?"
"I don't know much about Chinese medicine, but since Mr. Chen said it, I believe it's possible. This time, I resigned from my position and came to UCLA in hopes of becoming Mr. Chen's assistant."
The scene was in an uproar again. Everyone was shocked.
Hill Nandes was known as the God of Scalpel. How could he be Chen Zhao's assistant willingly?
Weren't they here to question this Chinese?
Even Gerrard was shocked. What was going on?
What exactly was going on?
Didn't they agree on this?
Why did he suddenly change his mind after coming here and seeing this Chinese man?
"Mr. Chen, do you mind if we sit?"
"Just don't interrupt me when I'm teaching."
"I'll abide by the rules here," Anse said. "I'm sitting here. I'm a student here."
Anse Ronan and Hill Nandes both sat down. Only Gerrard was still standing there, not knowing what to do.
"Sir, please leave my classroom. Now, immediately, immediately!"
"I'm not leaving. This place belongs to me." Gerrard couldn't accept this result. He lost his mind and threw a tantrum.
At that moment, the members of the boxing club finally stood up.
"Mr. Chen, I'll take him out," Tiger said. "I won't let him cause trouble here."
With that, Tiger and the others dragged Gerrard away, not caring if he was willing or not. They even covered his mouth to prevent him from spouting nonsense.
He dragged Gerrard out of the school building and then threw him on the ground.
"Tiger, why did you betray me? Didn't we agree on this? "
"Do you know who Mr. Chen is to me?" Tiger looked at Gerrard coldly.
"You know him?"
"Mr. Chen healed my hands. He's even my boxing coach. You want me to fight him?" Tiger gritted his teeth and looked at Gerrard.
"He's your boxing coach? Even I can beat him with that body! "Gerald screamed crazily.
At this moment, everyone in the boxing club laughed. They had the same thoughts in the past.
But after that, none of them thought that way anymore.
"Then you can totally try to challenge Mr. Chen, but you need to make yourself a Iron Man suit first."
…
"Okay, that's enough for today. Now, who wants to ask a question?"
"Mr. Chen, I know that not long ago, you performed heart surgery on a patient that was determined to be dead by a high-precision medical instrument. Can you tell me how you determined that the patient was still alive?"
The students were in an uproar again. The instrument determined that the patient was dead, but this person actually came up with the opposite conclusion and even saved him?
"In traditional Chinese medicine, the diagnosis of looking, listening, questioning, and palpation is actually similar to the diagnosis of Western medicine. Of course, the patient couldn't answer my question at that time, but he could still sense it through touch. Of course, not everyone can do this. I'm special in this aspect. I'm more sensitive, so I sensed that the patient was actually not dead."
"How did you do it?" Anse Ronan asked. "How did you do it? How did you do what four doctors couldn't?"
Hill Nandes, who was also good at surgery, obviously knew how complicated a heart surgery was.
Performing the entire set of surgeries by himself was almost equivalent to building a building by himself.
"Actually, it's not as complicated as you think," Chen Zhao said. "Although the four attending doctors failed the surgery in the end, their efforts weren't completely useless. I just accepted their work and corrected the mistakes … Also, this problem shouldn't be related to today's topic, right?"
"Mr. Chen, I have a question," Hill Nandes said, raising his hand.
"Mr. Chen, do you still remember me?"
"Yes, but can you not call me 'sir'?"
"Mr. Chen, not long ago, you treated a patient that I thought could not be saved. The bullet was shot in the head at close range, leaving a lot of debris in the brain. How did you remove the debris? And how did you treat the patient's internal bleeding? "
"I'm afraid I can't answer that."
"Why?"
"It's too complicated," Chen Zhao said. "There's too much about Chinese medicine, and I've only given one lecture. Your understanding of Chinese medicine is too superficial. I can't explain how complicated the surgery was."
"Yes, I was too impatient," Hill Nandes said, nodding.
"Mr. Chen, did you also use Chinese medicine to wake up the vegetative patient?"
"No, it's actually a combination of Chinese medicine and modern medicine. Pure Chinese medicine can't wake up the vegetative patient. The difference between me and you is that I understand Chinese medicine better, so I have another choice when treating patients. That's why I can cure some seemingly impossible diseases or injuries."
At this time, the students who were listening to the lecture at the scene had already understood that the professor in front of them was very skilled in medicine.
At least, he could make the two authoritative people in the lecture bow down to him.
For a moment, the students who hadn't been paying attention in class all secretly asked their classmates or borrowed their notes.
"Mr. Chen, may I know when your next lecture will be?" Hill Nandes asked.
"Depends on my mood."
He really had a personality. No professor in the entire UCLA would dare to answer so willfully.
"Okay, that's it for today. Class dismissed."
Before Chen Zhao could walk out of the classroom, he suddenly saw Jared charge in, pouncing at him with a baseball bat.
"It's all your fault! It's all your fault … You stole everything from me. Go die! "Jared's bat was already smashing toward Chen Zhao's head.
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