Lu Fan's words immediately diffused the awkwardness, causing everyone to burst into laughter.
Principal Meng, seated in the audience, smiled faintly, greatly appreciating Lu Fan's wit. He had some preparations in mind; nearby, several patients found from the hospital were ready. If necessary, he would have them come up, allowing Lu Fan to treat them on the spot, just like last time. He believed that had been very effective! However, he was more eager to witness Lu Fan's impromptu performance.
Lu Fan smiled slightly. He recognized the student who had spoken earlier; it was Cai Xiao, a senior fellow student studying Traditional Chinese Medicine. Due to the decline of TCM in recent years, not many people studied it, with only two or three classes each academic year. Therefore, even though they weren't in the same class, Lu Fan had some impression of him.
"Principal Lu! I heard that just six months ago you were still a junior fellow student in our school. In just a few months, have you truly mastered it? How did you achieve this?" Cai Xiao clearly didn't want to let Lu Fan off the hook and continued to question him.
Teacher Xu Hongye's subtle hints were one aspect. As a senior, seeing a junior fellow student who had dropped out midway suddenly become a principal filled him with a sense of defiance.
"Talent!" Lu Fan said smugly. "I have to admit, a few months ago you were still my senior. But my talent is just a little bit stronger than yours! So, now I stand on the podium, and whether you can graduate depends on your future efforts! Of course, I'm not saying you're stupid!"
*Swish*... Cai Xiao's face instantly turned ugly. He wanted to retort but found himself unable to.
"This kid actually didn't graduate!! And he became a principal without graduating!?" Jiang Ruoxin, seated not far away, pushed her glasses up. It seemed she really needed to re-evaluate this scoundrel!
"Hahaha! Lu Fan! Then tell me, why do many people say TCM practitioners are just quacks and fraudsters?" At this moment, two people suddenly walked in from the auditorium entrance, laughing loudly and shouting.
Upon seeing them, Lu Fan felt a surge of annoyance. One was Deng Mian, the Vice Principal of the Western Medicine Department, and the other was Yang Xiwen, an Associate Professor in the Western Medicine Department. They were quite high-ranking figures in the school, second only to Principal Meng Jun. In fact, in some matters, Meng Jun had to defer to them. This was because Meng Jun was from the TCM Department!
Normally, teachers in Western Medicine were considered more influential. This was because the TCM students in the entire medical college only comprised a few classes; all the others studied Western Medicine. Consequently, the salaries and benefits for Western Medicine teachers were relatively higher, leading them to adopt an arrogant and condescending attitude towards TCM teachers.
It was no wonder that TCM culture had suddenly declined at a certain point. Although it was a medical cultural heritage passed down through thousands of years in China, many Chinese people did not recognize their own cultural traditions, which seemed to have become a trend.
The appearance of these two individuals caused Meng Jun's expression to darken. He had originally hoped to leverage Lu Fan's medical skills to bring about some improvement for TCM. After all, it was a cultural heritage of China spanning thousands of years, and as principal, he had the obligation and responsibility.
"Of course, it's because they don't understand TCM, and some people, driven by greed, deliberately smear TCM culture!" Lu Fan said, his expression slightly grim.
"Deliberately smear? Hmph! Are you implying we are those people?" Deng Mian snorted coldly and then said, "Then tell me, what is it that we don't understand about TCM? How have we smeared them? If you can't explain one, two, or three points, then you, the honorary principal, should get out immediately!"
Deng Mian had always been somewhat resentful of Meng Jun. Now, Meng Jun had appointed two honorary principals for the TCM department, Xu Hongye and Lu Fan. Xu Hongye was understandable; after all, he had spent his entire teaching career in the college. But Lu Fan, a student who hadn't graduated, why should he be an honorary principal? That monthly salary of ten thousand yuan was just disguised poverty relief! Wouldn't it be better to spend it on drinks?
"Hmph! I say you don't understand, and you truly don't! Do you know where the extraordinary meridians and eight collateral vessels of the human body are? Do you know how many acupoints there are in the human body? Do you know the function of each acupoint on the human body?" Lu Fan's lips revealed a hint of disdain as he spoke calmly.
"Nonsense! This is just another trick used by charlatans to deceive people. It's useless. It can't cure any illness." Deng Mian immediately interrupted Lu Fan, shouting loudly to the crowd.
"Yes! It's all deception!" Yang Xiwen chimed in from the side.
"You say what I'm saying is deception, then do you dare to come up on stage?" Lu Fan suddenly said to Deng Mian and Yang Xiwen.
"What? What is there that we dare not come on stage for? Do you dare to hit someone in public? Hmph!" Deng Mian and Yang Xiwen immediately walked onto the stage. In front of numerous students and teachers, he didn't believe this kid would dare to hit anyone. However, if he could provoke this kid into hitting him, that would be even better; he could directly get rid of this kid. To promote so-called TCM here? Hmph! Not a chance!
"Hahaha! Why would I hit someone! I just want to use Vice Principal Deng and Professor Yang to explain the profundity of TCM to everyone and prove that TCM is not a fraud." Lu Fan suddenly burst into laughter.
"Hmph! How will you prove it?" Deng Mian snorted coldly, secretly calculating that no matter how eloquently he spoke today, they would expose his deception and drive him out of the medical school.
"Esteemed teachers and fellow students! Although I study TCM, I do not reject Western Medicine! However, the ancestor of Western Medicine is actually our most famous ancient Chinese physician, Hua Tuo."
"You're talking nonsense...!" Before Lu Fan could finish speaking, Deng Mian stepped forward, intending to interrupt him. However, the moment he opened his mouth, Lu Fan suddenly flicked a surge of energy, rendering Deng Mian speechless. Not only was he unable to speak, but he couldn't even move.
Yang Xiwen beside him was stunned. Why had this person stopped talking mid-sentence? As he was about to ask, he suddenly felt something hit the back of his head. His face instantly turned ashen with shock because he, too, was unable to speak or move.
"Don't tell me you don't believe it; that would be self-deception. Because Hua Tuo scraped bone to remove poison for Guan Yu and wanted to trepan Cao Cao's skull to remove epilepsy, these are stories passed down for two thousand years, known to adults and children alike.
However, what I want to say is not to delve into the origins of Western Medicine. Instead, I want to talk about Hua Tuo's diagnostic methods. Hua Tuo, relying solely on TCM's observation, listening, questioning, and pulse-taking, could determine that Cao Cao had epilepsy in his brain. This is the brilliance of TCM. I suspect no Western medicine practitioner can do this! And trepanation, even with today's advanced technology, no one can do it, right? Is that correct, Principal Deng and Professor Yang? Can you do it?"
After speaking, Lu Fan gave a cold smile, glancing at Deng Mian and Professor Yang, and suddenly asked, "Principal Deng, Professor Yang, am I correct? Of course, you don't need to answer, because I know you'll definitely say: Hua Tuo didn't do it either. Because Cao Cao didn't agree."
Deng Mian and Yang Xiwen were desperate to curse, but for some reason, they couldn't. They wanted to move but were unable to. Only their eyeballs rolled around frantically. They cursed inwardly: "Damn it all, why don't we need to answer?"
Lu Fan smiled faintly, completely ignoring Deng Mian and Yang Xiwen. He turned to address the audience again, saying, "Advanced equipment is a good thing. It can detect many illnesses. But it also conveniently becomes a tool for the greedy!
Illnesses that could originally be diagnosed with observation, listening, questioning, and pulse-taking now require hundreds, thousands, or even tens of thousands of yuan for examination fees! This is what I mean by being driven by greed! Equipment is developed to benefit the people, but it has become a tool for some to enrich themselves.
So, let's not even discuss whether Hua Tuo could have performed trepanation. Let's first talk about whether Hua Tuo could truly diagnose epilepsy in Cao Cao's brain. Is TCM really that magical? If it's so magical, why has it declined so much today? I will now conduct an experiment, and everyone will see."
Lu Fan then walked up to Deng Mian, grinning, "Hehe! Director Deng! I'll need your cooperation now."