As these words were spoken, many people's faces underwent drastic changes, because many of them genuinely loved Traditional Chinese Medicine and seeing it insulted like this incensed them.
"Chen Jingcheng, don't be so full of yourself," "You can insult him all you want, but please don't insult Traditional Chinese Medicine!"
A tall and burly male student stood up, glaring at Chen Jingcheng.
His father was a practitioner of Traditional Chinese Medicine, and having seen his father cure countless patients since childhood, he held deep affection for the practice and would not allow others to trample it underfoot.
"Luo Tong, you must be wishing for death, daring to talk back at me like this?" Chen Jingcheng suddenly burst into a furious rage, staring down the tall male student.
Swish, swish, swish.
In an instant, several of his cronies also stood up, glaring at Luo Tong, ready to teach him a lesson the moment Chen Jingcheng gave the word.
