"Zhang Zhaoyuan, you... you're alright!"
The Surgery clinical students said sheepishly.
They hadn't expected such a big misunderstanding.
The Traditional Chinese Medicine class students were smug, thinking that even if their medicine couldn't cure people, it certainly didn't kill them.
"A bunch of ignorant people who know nothing, yet they create such a fuss here."
"Exactly, they know nothing and just spout nonsense. Their hair is long but their knowledge is short."
"Do you even understand what national essence is, what real acupuncture is? If you don't, stop ranting here and go back to your Surgery clinicals."
"Right! It's simply bullying!"
This time, the students of the Traditional Chinese Medicine class finally had an advantage. In the past, they had often been despised and scorned by these people. Now, it was their turn to strut proudly; this feeling was exhilarating.
It was as refreshing as a serf turning over to sing.
