Dandy Pill God-Chapter 213: Why Don’t I Give It a Try?

The man in the suit finished speaking and then planned to leave.

But before he could take a few steps, he heard the white-haired old man he was with, suddenly say to a member of the crew nearby:

"Do you have any acupuncture needles here? Or even the needles of a syringe would do—do you have any? If so, please hurry up and bring them to me."

Upon hearing the white-haired old man’s request, the crew member was momentarily stunned.

He looked up at the white-haired old man and then at the man in the suit who had stopped, finally shaking his head in resignation: "Sorry, we don’t have either of the two items you mentioned right now."

After a pause, the crew member continued, "However, I can help you look around for them, would that be okay?"

"Mm, that’s fine, but make it quick."

The white-haired old man nodded, and just as he was about to give a few more instructions, he saw the man in the suit suddenly pull a face down fiercely, pointing at the white-haired old man and accusing:

"What are you doing? Trying to use that unscientific Traditional Chinese Medicine again? There are too many people like you in this world who don’t understand science, insisting that TCM is some form of medicine, but I think it’s complete nonsense!"

"I’ve already made it very clear just now, this patient’s condition is very dangerous, besides rushing to save him, there simply is no other way, but you still want to use acupuncture. Can you take responsibility if something goes wrong?"

The sudden movement from the man in the suit stunned everyone present.

None of them had expected that, as a Huaxia person, the man in the suit would say such a thing.

The white-haired old man was particularly infuriated by the man in the suit, pointing at him, he shouted angrily: "What are you talking about? What do you mean TCM has no scientific basis? How exactly did you study our country’s history?"

After catching his breath, the white-haired old man spoke again: "Just because Western medicine cannot perform emergency treatment, does not mean Traditional Chinese Medicine can’t either, you are just making things more difficult for me!"

Saying this, the white-haired old man turned his head to look at the crew member who spoke before, sighed, and said: "Hurry up and help me find those things, it might be too late if we wait any longer."

"Okay... okay..." The crew member seemed still somewhat in shock, instinctively replying.

By this point, he wasn’t sure the white-haired old man really had a way to treat the unconscious elderly man.

But given the situation, he clearly didn’t have much time to consider; the train wouldn’t reach the next station for at least another half an hour, and if they continued to delay, the unconscious old man obviously wouldn’t be able to last that long.

So, after only a few seconds of consideration, he decided to help the white-haired old man look for what he needed.

However, in the next moment, much to everyone’s surprise, the man in the suit suddenly stretched out his hand, blocking the crew member’s path.

His face was grim, his brow furrowed deeply, carrying a boundless rage, he glared at the crew member and scolded:

"Did you not hear what I just said? That unscientific thing called Traditional Chinese Medicine, you can’t trust in it! As a practitioner of Western medicine, I must be responsible for the patient, so I am not going to stand idly by and watch you gamble with the patient’s life!"

The man in the suit spoke with conviction, as if at that moment, he had become the messenger of justice.

He stood firmly at the door of the small room, not letting anyone in or out.

Seeing the situation, the white-haired old man and everyone else could not keep their patience any longer, regardless of how good-natured they usually were.

"Damn! You’re not capable of treating the patient yourself, yet you stop others from saving him, what kind of logic is that?"

"Talking about TCM lacking scientific basis, as a Western medicine practitioner who supposedly has scientific basis, why don’t you treat the patient yourself?"

"Exactly! All talk and no action, it seems to me that you’re the one being irresponsible here, what nonsense, you’re practically committing murder!"

At the moment, the surrounding people were making a ruckus and casting blame toward the man in the suit.

Even so, the man in the suit seemed unfazed by the crowd’s words. He simply stood there, preventing the crew member from leaving.

"Excuse me, could you please move aside?"

Right then, a stunningly beautiful girl dressed in casual denim burst through the crowd and arrived at the entrance of the small room.

Following her was a handsome young man whose hands were casually "inserted" in his pockets.

The girl noticed the man blocking the door and slightly furrowed her brows, politely saying, "Sir, please step aside for a moment. We need to go inside."

The man in the suit glanced at the girl, a flash of astonishment crossing his eyes, but he responded, "Sorry, there is a patient inside. It’s not convenient for others to enter."

Hearing the man’s words, the girl looked up at him and replied, "We came here to help. I just heard someone mention that someone inside might need silver needles. Luckily, my friend has some, look..."

"We don’t need this unscientific stuff! Please leave, and it’s best to stay away from such useless things in the future."

The man in the suit grimly cut her off mid-sentence, bluntly refusing her.

"Mengyun, why waste words with him? Let’s just go inside."

The young man standing behind the girl now appeared slightly cold.

He shot a glance at the man in the suit, and without waiting for another word, he simply stretched out his hand and pushed him aside, then pulled the girl with him and directly entered the small room.

The two who had just appeared were none other than Zhu Fei and Tang Mengyun, who had come here after hearing the train announcement.

"Thud thud thud..."

The man in the suit, shoved by Zhu Fei, lost his balance completely and took several steps back, nearly falling over.

Anger surged across his face, and he was about to go after Zhu Fei and Tang Mengyun but paused right at the entrance of the small room, meeting Zhu Fei’s cold gaze.

"What? Looking for trouble? Get lost!"

As soon as Zhu Fei finished speaking, he saw the room door suddenly flung toward him.

With a "bang," the door was shut forcefully, nearly hitting the man in the suit in the face, which infuriated him instantly.

He looked at the tightly shut door, a flash of fierce anger in his eyes, and then he turned and left.

...

Inside the small room, the elderly man with white hair and others looked at Zhu Fei and Tang Mengyun who had just entered, all wearing a look of surprise and suspicion.

Zhu Fei knew what they were thinking and wasted no time, directly taking out a box of silver needles from his person and placing it on a small tea machine.

Then, he looked at the elderly man and smiled, "Sir, how confident are you about treating this patient? Do you need my help?"

The elderly man was taken aback, then he gave a bitter smile and shook his head, "I was somewhat hopeful, but after such a delay, sigh..."

"Oh, so you mean you aren’t very confident now?"

Zhu Fei still had an easy smile as he addressed the elderly man, "Since that’s the case, why don’t I give it a try?"

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