Ju Jiahong's fingers tightened slightly around his pen. For the first time, he felt that the man sitting across from him was a true rival, someone capable of conversing with him at the absolute pinnacle of medicine.
"Dampness is viscous and stagnant, trapping and obstructing the clear Yang..." Li Xu's voice continued to echo in the quiet conference room. He didn't pause at the crowd's shock, having entered an optimal state of instruction. His speaking pace wasn't fast, yet every single word landed heavily on their logical minds.
