"Exactly."
Looking at Gong Zhengqi's expression—as if he had just seen a ghost—Zeng Yunjun finally nodded in satisfaction, revealing the answer.
Gong Zhengqi was completely dumbfounded, feeling his entire worldview take a massive hit.
"But... but Dean Li is a pure practitioner of traditional Chinese medicine," Gong Zhengqi stammered a retort. "He's great at acupuncture, great at pulse diagnosis, and great at writing prescriptions—we all admit that. But that was a ruptured spleen! It was a purely Western surgical procedure that required cutting the patient open and searching for blood vessels to suture amidst a pool of blood. As a traditional Chinese medicine doctor, he's probably barely even been to a dissection table. How could he possibly..."
Zeng Yunjun looked at him and suddenly smiled, a hint of emotion in his expression.
