"Really?"

Hearing Jiang Xiaobai's answer, Isabella asked in surprise.

She was actually ready for Jiang Xiaobai to shake her head, but she didn't expect him to say that she could cure it.

"You're not lying to me, Maurice's injury is not an ordinary injury......

Isabella just wanted to remind Jiang Xiaobai of something, but he directly interrupted her.

"I know, isn't it caused by some weapon with dark and corrosive powers, vampires, werewolves, or something, heck, anyway, there are too many monsters in the West, and I don't know much about it, anyway, I can cure it, you go tell Ogustein, prepare my revenge, and then let all these people who get in the way get out of here for me!"

Because Jiang Xiaobai and Isabella spoke in French, his words were heard by everyone in the room.

"What, boy, you dare to say that we are in the way, do you know who I am, I am Maximilion, the most famous thoracic surgeon in all of France!" a white-bearded old man's saliva was about to squirt on Jiang Xiaobai's face.

"That's it, boy, where did you come from, dare to be so arrogant, Huaxia, Goryeo, Dongyang, do you know medicine, do you know how to see a doctor?" said another old Mediterranean man named Prospel, sneering menacingly.

"Get out of here, imp without knowledge!"

Jiang Xiaobai smiled coldly, "Does the medicine in your mouth refer to the Western medicine that treats headaches and head and foot pain, then I really don't understand it, I understand orthodox Chinese medicine, of course, you don't understand it when I tell you!"

Jiang Xiaobai's words, like a match, completely detonated the audience.

"What, you dare to look down on Western medicine so much?"

You must know that these white coats present are all the most famous doctors in France, and each of them is a top Western medicine master in all aspects, but Jiang Xiaobai denied it, saying that he is a quack doctor who treats headaches and pains.

"What kind of Chinese medicine, is it the kind of Huaxia, it is to take a few needles and prick the patient's body, and then stew some grass root bark and drink it, I think it is even more ridiculous than the witch doctor, it is simply insulting the word doctor!" Maximilion mocked.

"That's right, Chinese medicine is a joke!" said Prospel and the others.

Jiang Xiaobai frowned and looked around with a chill in his eyes.

Isabella was taken aback by Jiang Xiaobai's gaze, and hurriedly blocked in front of Maximilion, and said to Jiang Xiaobai: "Mr. Jiang, I'm sorry, they didn't mean to offend you!"

Swept by Jiang Xiaobai's gaze, Prospel and other famous Western doctors also felt a chill rising behind them, as if they were being targeted by some prehistoric beast.

At their level, of course, they also know that some people in this world cannot be measured by common sense, such as those mutants, they think that Jiang Xiaobai is very likely to be a mutant.

However, out of his inner respect for Western medicine, Prospel still swallowed his saliva and said stubbornly: "What, do you want to use violence to prove your Chinese medicine?"

Hearing him say this, Jiang Xiaobai's eyes lit up, and then he laughed.

"Violence? no, no, no, how could I be such an unreasonable person, I'm going to slap you in the face with facts, are you ready?"

Maximilion held up his weed-like white beard and said, "If you can really prove that Chinese medicine is greater than Western medicine, I am willing to apologize to you, and conversely, if not, we want you to apologize for your arrogant words!"

Jiang Xiaobai's toes were rhythmically tapping on the ground, suddenly stopped, and said: "As you wish, bet on whether I can cure this man you can't cure, but I want to bet bigger, if you lose, I want you to apologize!"

"What about you?" Prospel asked.

"I won't lose, if I lose, I'll go to the Champs-Elysées and run naked, and shout Long live Western medicine! Enough, right?" Jiang Xiaobai said with squinted eyes.

"Okay, I agree!"

"I agree!"

"I agree!"

……

All the doctors present took this bet, in their opinion, it is absolutely impossible for the backward and wild Chinese medicine to cure Morris, who is helpless even for them, and this possibility is even smaller than looking for a needle in a haystack.

"Okay, you just wait to be slapped in the face by me!" Jiang Xiaobai saw that everyone agreed, snorted coldly, and said.

Isabella asked, "Mr. Jiang, do I have to invite them out now?"

She knew that the mysterious witch doctor sometimes did not allow anyone to be present during the treatment, and perhaps Chinese medicine was the same, with its own secret recipe for fear of leaking out.

Jiang Xiaobai shook his head, "No need, just let them stay here and watch it with their own eyes, so as not to cheat and deny it when the time comes!"

"You ......"

Maximilion's white beard trembled with anger.

However, Jiang Xiaobai didn't want to pay attention to him, but directly treated the patient.

I saw his palm, and five silver needles of different lengths appeared in his hand.

Jiang Xiaobai waved one hand, and Morris's body lying in the crystal container seemed to be under magic, levitating.

Whew!

Five silver needles trembled in Jiang Xiaobai's hand, and then shot at Morris's heart, liver, spleen, lungs, and kidneys.

After protecting Morris's five organs with silver needles, Jiang Xiaobai took out two longer silver needles and pierced them directly into the Baihui and Tail points on the top of his head.

With these two stitches, Morris, who was as motionless as a dead man, suddenly trembled, and his chest suddenly lifted high.

"Maurice!" Isabella exclaimed, covering her mouth.

This is the first time since Morris was knocked unconscious that he has reacted to external stimuli.

Maximilion and Prospel's eyes also flashed with doubts, they had tried in various ways, and it stands to reason that Maurice's body should not have any reaction.

However, Prospel still said stiffly: "This is just a normal nervous reaction, just like a frog, he will still react if you call him soon after he dies!"

Isabella's gaze at Prospel was a little unkind, and the latter hurriedly raised his hand and said, "I'm not saying Maurice is dead, I mean ......"

"Shut up!" Jiang Xiaobai roared.

Prospel subconsciously wanted to refute, but under Isabella's cold gaze, he obediently closed his mouth.

With Jiang Xiaobai's fingers twisting rhythmically on the silver needle, the scar on Morris's chest suddenly had a vision, and a puddle of black liquid that emitted a foul smell like tar slowly seeped out of the wound.

"Vomit!" The smell was so foul that one of the doctors couldn't stand it and ran out the door and vomited.

"What is this?" Prospel asked, frowning.

Jiang Xiaobai glanced at him, "Since you asked sincerely, then I will tell you compassionately, this is the lesion in the patient's body!"

(End of chapter)