That’s right, Mr. Ge is the real saint of medical science, and to be called saint, Mr. Ge is the only one who calls him saint.”

Those people continued to flatter.

A hint of pride flashed in Ge's eyes, but he said, "I dare not be called a saint, nor will I do such a thing as seeking fame."

Although Mr. Ge does not have any official position, his qualifications are very old, and even Hu Yuantu is not as good as him in terms of qualifications.

He is the president of the last Chinese Medicine Council and is 98 years old this year.

I am so old that I may not be able to find a second person in the country.

When people get older, they always don’t like what their younger generations do, and they always feel that each generation is worse than the other.

"Ge Lao said it, I think I might as well take off this couplet."

Someone started to make excuses.

Mr. Ge waved his hand, "There is no need. Let's go and see the medical saint and see what he has."

At this time, Ni Bin trotted over and said with a smile: "Why are you here, Mr. Ge? Why don't you say it in advance? I can go to welcome you in advance."

Mr. Ge glared at Ni Bin and said dissatisfiedly: "You still remember that I am the one who doesn't invite me for such a big celebration. I don't think I'm taking this old bone seriously!"

Ni Bin smiled and said, "Where, I just forgot that no one can forget you. The main reason is that you are old and have difficulty moving..."

"snort!"

Mr. Ge pestled the crutch heavily, "Ni Bin, I see you are now floating, and you are actually led by a young man. I saw that the Chinese Medicine Council has lost all your face!"

No matter how much Ni Bin said, he was also a president. When someone scolded him in person, his face suddenly became a little uneasy, "Old Ge, I don't agree with you. It's said that those who are good at it are the first. As long as you have the ability, it doesn't matter who is the leader!"

"Hmph, it's back! It's back! Junior Ni Bin, you dare to talk back now. I recommended you as the president!"

Mr. Ge pestled the crutch on the ground, making his beard tremble in anger.

"I……"

"Hmph, let the Medical Saint get out and see me. I want to see what qualifications he has to be a saint. I really don't know that the world is high! I will never dare to touch the word "saint" until a hundred years!"

Wang Dachun walked out, "Is the old man going to see me?"

Old Ge stared at Wang Dachun and said in disbelief: "What! Are you the Medical Saint?"

He had heard that the Medical Saint was a young man, but he had never expected that he was so young.

Wang Dachun said lightly: "Everyone praises me, I actually don't want to be a medical saint!"

“It’s just nonsense!”

Mr. Ge once again put his crutches heavily on the ground, "The baby who is still stinky and dares to call himself a medical saint, which has completely lost the face of our traditional Chinese medicine doctors!"

Wang Dachun's face also became gloomy, "No matter how I say this, why did I lose all the face of traditional Chinese medicine? I respect you as a senior, and I hope you don't rely on your seniority!"

"Boy, why did you talk to Mr. Ge!"

"That's right, when Mr. Ge became the president, you were afraid you were not born yet!"

"That's right, Mr. Ge said that if you are not qualified, you are not qualified!"

Everyone under Mr. Ge looked contemptuous of Wang Dachun.

Wang Dachun snorted coldly, "What are you? You dare to speak out here. Heroes are not old and have no ambition to live for a hundred years. You flatterers who only know how to make mistakes all day long have never made any contributions to traditional Chinese medicine!"

Wang Dachun knew that some people were dissatisfied. He didn't want to be this medical saint, but someone should always take responsibility.

"you……"

Those people didn't expect that Wang Dachun was so eloquent that he was choked and could not speak.

"Hahahaha... I heard that a saint was born in China, so I'll join in the fun!"

At this moment, a very arrogant and domineering voice suddenly came from outside. The sound was everywhere, making people wonder where the person was hiding.

Everyone's expressions changed, their eyes flashed everywhere, but they didn't see any strangeness at all.

Mr. Ge pestled the crutch heavily on the ground, "Where is a little bitch? Why don't you come out to see something that hides your head and your tail?"

"Hahahaha, as you wish!"

As soon as the words came, three figures quickly flew over from the air. They kicked their feet in the air and stepped on the heads of everyone.

Then they fell in front of Ge Lao and the others. These were three Japanese ronin wearing kimonos and swords behind their backs.

The three of them have such high light skills, which shows that they are.

Wang Dachun and others looked gloomy. These people stepped on the heads of the crowd. This was a naked provocation and insult.

Mr. Ge's face darkened, "Oriental Japanese? What are you here to do?"

"I heard that a medical saint in China has appeared. I came to see the style of the medical saint. Could it be you?"

The Japanese led by Japan spoke, and a small braid was tied on the back of his head. It was Daro Ichishi, the leader of the Japanese Medical Alliance.

Mr. Ge snorted lightly, "Hmph, what does it have to do with you if there is a medical saint here? Don't forget that the traditional Chinese medicine doctors in your country are what we passed on."

"So what? You have an old saying in China that is better than the blue. Now the traditional Chinese medicine of our Great Japanese Empire is booming and is completely above you!"

"Yes, let's see the style of the Medical Saint."

At this moment, three more people came over. The three of them were about fifty years old, all wearing black suits, walking and walking.

Mr. Ge completely regarded himself as his master and said coldly: "Who are you?"

"In the morning of Park Ji-gung, these two are Lee Qi-wen and Han Liuhui. We are from the Great Cold Empire."

Old Ge's face relaxed a little, "Oh? You guys come from afar, please sit inside."

Park Ji-gung waved his hand, "There is no need, may you be the saint of medicine?"

A man beside Mr. Ge snorted: "Nonsense, who is the one here except Mr. Ge, who is worthy of being a medical saint!"

Mr. Ge squinted his eyes and did not deny it. He also believed that anyone present had his own qualifications and had to be called a saint, then he had to be himself.

Ni Bin and others looked ugly, but they didn't say anything. Now they need to be united to the outside world, and it is right to be united temporarily.

Wang Dachun didn't say anything. If someone likes to show off, let him make it happen. Whether he is a medical saint or not is really nothing to him.

Zhizhi Dalang looked at Old Ge, "Didn't I hear that the Medical Saint is a young man? Why is it such an old man?"

Mr. Ge snorted coldly, "What advice do you have?"

Daro Ueshichi said, "I dare not give advice, but I want to ask you for some medical skills."

Mr. Ge said: "You are polite, what kind of medical skills do you want to explore?"

"Of course it's the flying needle technique!"

As Daro Zhizhi said, he waved his sleeves, and dozens of thin silver lights as thin as hair flew out of his sleeves and headed straight for Ge Laofei.
Chapter completed!