"This... how is this possible?" Hu Ding'an looked at Su Yang in shock. "How did you do it? How on earth did you do it?"
Su Yang glanced at Hu Ding'an and said in a cold voice, "This is the so-called 'feudal dross' that you despise, that you think should be discarded, our traditional National Art of Chinese medicine."
"It's impossible!" Hu Ding'an exclaimed loudly. "Chinese medicine is just feudal dross that should have been discarded long ago. Western medicine is the real science. You... how could your Chinese medicine possibly cure him!"
"How could what our ancestors left behind be feudal dross? It's you who went abroad to study for a few years and came back having forgotten your roots. Don't forget, most of your ancestors relied on Chinese medicine for treatment," Su Yang retorted coldly.
"Perhaps, it is Chinese medicine that allowed your kind to survive to this generation, yet now you slander it so. I'd say, you are the real dross!"
