The True Heiress Is The Real Bigshot novel Chapter 394

Chapter 394: 371 Slap in the Face, Ying Zijin: I’m Here 【1 Update】_3

Chapter 394: 371 Slap in the Face, Ying Zijin: I’m Here 【1 Update】_3

Alchemy is a secret, possessed only by a few.

Hearing this, the male student sneered contemptuously, “If Chinese medicine is stronger than Western medicine, why bother inviting us over? Just stick to your Chinese medicine and don’t ask for us.”

Doctor Nora’s expression darkened as she barked, “Shut up.”

The student’s words came to an abrupt halt, and he looked up sharply, “Doctor!”

“I’m sorry, it’s my fault for lack of discipline. This student is right, Chinese medicine is indeed formidable,” Nora coldly glanced at the male student, “I am very fond of Chinese medicine, hence why I often visit Hua Country. It’s just a pity that when it comes to Chinese medicine, I truly have no great talent.”

“Doctor, I didn’t say anything wrong,” the student was still reluctant, “If Chinese medicine is so powerful, why would Hua Country want to introduce our Western medicine?”

“Not to mention anything else, I just want to ask, can Chinese medicine make this little white mouse come back to life, hopping around?”

He had always looked down upon Hua Country, even more so upon Chinese medicine.

Nora completely lost her temper, “Shut up, say one more word, and you’re out. And apologize!”

The male student kept his mouth tightly shut, unwilling to utter a single word of apology.

Below the podium, Feng Yue was furious, rolling up his sleeves, prepared to step forward.

“Feng Yue, you big fool.” Teng Yunmeng beside him grabbed him, lowering her voice, “We only know biology, not medicine.”

Hearing this, Feng Yue calmed down.

Just with their knowledge of biology, they were not capable enough to treat a little white mouse.

The other students were also furious.

The male student felt quite smug, whistling triumphantly to himself.

He knew they couldn’t refute him.

But just then, the girl stood up.

She pushed back her chair and walked up to the podium.

Teng Yunmeng was taken aback, “Zijin?”

Ying Zijin’s lashes drooped as she put on gloves, lifting a faint white mouse, “Doctor, may I borrow this one for a moment?”