Seeing Mrs. Nicolas's attitude towards Ye Haochuan had greatly changed, Edward felt both jealous and annoyed.
He, a renowned neurologist from the West, world-renowned, when had he ever been suppressed by a mere practitioner of Traditional Chinese Medicine from Huaxia?
"All right." After a brief glance at the patient, Ye Haochuan had already figured it out.
"What? That's it?" Edward, who had been skeptical of him, suddenly challenged.
Everyone present turned their astonished gazes to Edward.
"Traditional Chinese Medicine emphasizes looking, smelling, asking, and feeling the pulse! You didn't even take his pulse, yet you brazenly claim you can cure Mr. Nicolas? Absurd, I will file a formal protest with your Haishan Health Bureau!" Edward arrogantly stated.
Mrs. Nicolas began to waver due to Edward's words, and she hesitated, "Doesn't Traditional Chinese Medicine always involve taking the pulse before diagnosing an illness?"