"You! You are simply uneducated!"

Hong Yan didn't hold back for a moment, and asked Yang Xiaole to say such words that challenged the authority, relying on the old and selling the old. This hat was put on Mr. Murong. Basically, he wanted to be in a rhythm that he did not want to continue in the field of traditional Chinese medicine.

"My education is only shown to educated people. People like you who talk nonsense, talk to me about your education!"

A good party and a good speech suddenly turned into a quarrel between two people. Hong Yan was caught in the middle. He didn't want to help the other side, but his master. He was really afraid that Yang Xiaole would be unreasonable.

If you want to settle accounts with yourself, help Yang Xiaole, the master can't explain it either.

In the end, Hong Yan could only smile bitterly and step back, silently leaving the middle seat for the two of them to come out. If you want to make a fuss, just keep arguing. It's not his person who's being lost anyway.

"This Yang Xiaole is really unruly, talking to an old man like that!"

"That's right, Mr. Murong is a highly respected man. If he hadn't been so angry, how could he have had such a heated argument with a junior in public? He would have lost all face."

Most of the sounds around him were unpleasant. Although most of them were directed towards his master, Hong Yan didn't feel that he was very nice. It was true that Yang Xiaole would retaliate for his anger, but it was also true that he was kind to others. Last time he was beaten by him.

After working for a while, he actually went to the dean specifically to ask him to give him an extra annual leave.

It was also from that time that his view of Yang Xiaole changed a bit, so it was precisely because he understood Yang Xiaole's character that he hated the disparagement he heard from others even more.

"You all should be quiet. If you don't want to be scolded by my master, you'd better keep your mouths shut."

Hong Yan gave the person who was still discussing behind him an unfriendly look, and the other person immediately fell silent. Regarding this doctor who could only be seen in the emergency room of the hospital, there were inexplicable rumors outside that he and his master

Just like that, all he sees is curing illnesses and saving people, but his temper is so bad that he explodes!

The old man and the young man argued for a long time, and it ended with the old man almost being so angry that he spit out a mouthful of blood. Yang Xiaole said that he had been thirsty for a long time, asked the waiter for a glass of water, drank it, and planned to leave.

"Stop!"

Yang Xiaole paused, looking at the old man whose chest was still rising and falling, not even breathing, he raised the corner of his mouth and said with a smile: "What? Mr.

Do you want to have another two rounds with me? But I’m very sorry that I can’t accompany you anymore.”

"Wait a minute, this is a party. Since you are here, you should take part in it. Old man, I haven't quarreled like this with anyone in several years. I really appreciate your personality."

ha?

This sudden wave of compliments not only confused Yang Xiaole, but also made the people around him even more shocked. Is it so weird that he could receive praise from an old gentleman even after a quarrel?

Only Hong Yan shook his head and seemed relatively calm. This was not the first time he had seen this. The old man and his friends also exchanged words from time to time. If they didn't bicker, it seemed like life would be no longer fun.

Forced to stay, Yang Xiaole also regretted his idiotic behavior just now. If he had known it, he would have just left. But now it is better, the image is gone, and in the end he will be forced to stay to attend this boring party.

It's really boring to listen to an old man talking about his glorious past.

Yang Xiaole was there drinking with a glass of wine. Seeing his posture, Hong Yan was worried that he might get drunk by accident, so he kindly reminded him, but he received a look like he was looking at an idiot.

"I'm afraid you still don't know my reputation as a man who never gets drunk after a thousand cups, right?"

Hong Yan closed his mouth consciously. He really didn't know, but Yang Xiaole had never shown this skill in front of the outside world. It's better to say that every time he drinks, he will automatically use his spiritual power.

Dilute the alcohol so that you won't be too obviously drunk.

I don’t know how much time passed. Yang Xiaole had eaten and drank enough. Now he just needed to find a place to sleep. This boring speech was over. He even saw many people holding pens and papers.

He kept recording something and smiled sarcastically: "You really have never seen the world."

"What do you know? You are just a nouveau riche who is a half-way monk. How can you understand this kind of thing?"

The person who wrote the record began his ruthless ridicule without even raising his head. Indeed, in their eyes, Yang Xiaole was just a nouveau riche. Even if he had a little reputation before, it was all the result of the medical team behind him. You know

, one of the youngest medical professors in China is already working in his company.

"Tch," Yang Xiaole looked at what he wrote on the paper with disdain. Since others were rude to him, there was no need for him to be polite to others.

"Why

, the person looks pretty decent, but it’s a pity that he has such a good body. He is only in his early twenties, right? You have suffered from mild renal failure at such a young age. According to your physical condition, I am afraid that you will be diagnosed with kidney failure in less than two years.

I had a kidney transplant."

"You! Don't talk nonsense!"

Yang Xiaole's voice was not quiet, and there were a lot of people paying attention to him, so many people heard what he said and cast sympathetic glances at the man, who suffered from kidney failure at a young age.

"Don't listen to his nonsense. What does he, a nouveau riche, know?"

The man's face turned red with anger, and he couldn't speak clearly while pointing at Yang Xiaole. Although no one believed in Yang Xiaole's medical skills, a man with kidney failure was still a good source of conversation and a laughing stock.

"Well, I was so nervous that I couldn't speak. And looking at you, did you have a stutter when you were a child? It was only corrected in recent years."

Secrets were exposed one after another. The man could only be angry and forget that these were unknown things. Only people in his own family knew about them. How did Yang Xiaole know?

"Not bad. It seems that you have some foundation. Do you want to consider becoming my disciple?"

Hong Yan didn't believe that these were coincidences, and although Yang Xiaole had a bad temper, he still had a good character and would not make up these lies to entertain everyone.

When the people around him heard that Hong Yan wanted to accept Yang Xiaole as his apprentice, they suddenly looked bad. Except for a businessman, most of the people who came today were more famous doctors. They all wanted to learn from this legendary god of Chinese medicine.

It was hard to get acquainted with his disciples, but he ignored them and looked at the upstart in a different light. As expected, he was all snobbish.

"Forget it, I stay in the hospital every day like you. I don't want to lose my hair at an early age."

Yang Xiaole sneered. Hong Yan's ability to work hard was obvious to all. He could work late shifts for a week. If it weren't for his young body and some capital, if he were at the age of his master, he would have died suddenly.

Some unknown night.

"Okay, it's up to you."
Chapter completed!