Dashing Student-Chapter 605, How About a Match?

The student was rendered speechless, his lips parted slightly, his throat as if grasped by an invisible hand, struggling to make a sound, but he was ultimately unable to articulate a rebuttal.

A fine layer of cold sweat, like pearls, seeped from his forehead, slowly sliding down his cheeks, and his whole body was ill at ease as if sitting atop scorching coals.

It was at this oppressively stifling moment.

Aida Ryuzo's piercing and sharply sarcastic voice, like a cutting blade, came from the entrance of the dissection room: "I heard that your school didn't even make it into the top eight in the international anatomy competition last year?"

"You can't even discern the basic vagus nerve; it's truly disappointing!"

The face of the dissection room manager turned instantly red as a ripe tomato, veins on his forehead popping out like wriggling earthworms.

His hands were clenched tightly into fists, fingernails digging deep into his palms, almost to the point of drawing blood.

He tried desperately to retort, but his throat seemed blocked by a ball of cotton, only managing to emit a few muffled and powerless hums.

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Despite feeling strong aversion toward these Japanese, he had to admit that in certain specialized medical fields, Japan indeed has an advantage that cannot be overlooked or underestimated.

Aida Ryuzo's gaze was as sharp as a hawk's, with a look of scrutiny and disdain, scanning over the faces of the students present.

A mocking cold smile played on his lips, the curve reminiscent of a demon's, cold and filled with malice: "You call yourselves a medical college with this level of skill?"

His voice was not loud, but it struck like a hammer, severely hitting everyone's heart, stirring a wave of sourness and indignation within them.

These icy and highly provocative words heightened the tension in the room, like a bowstring stretched to its limit, about to snap at any moment.

The air was filled with a suffocating anger, as if a single spark could ignite the entire place in an instant.

Even a few hot-tempered students had already clenched their fists, their knuckles cracking from the pressure as they squeezed them together.

Their eyes burned with raging fury, and despite the risk of severe punishment from the school, they were ready to severely teach these uninhibited, shamelessly insulting people a lesson.

Just when the atmosphere was fraught with tension, on the brink of erupting.

Chen Nan took a deep breath and stepped forward with a firm stride.

His movements were unhurried and resolute, like a towering mountain, instantly stabilizing the uneasy situation in the room, as if injecting a calming antidote into the chaos.

"Traditional Chinese Medicine has a long and profound history; it cannot be denigrated by your one-sided words." Chen Nan's voice was clear and resolute, like a crisp birdsong in the mountain forest at dawn, or a steadfast rock in tumultuous waves, powerfully dispersing the thick tension in the air.

"The use of Rhino Horn Powder is strictly regulated in modern medicine, and it is more commonly referenced in the texts of traditional medicine."

His eyes were bright and fearless, directly confronting Kobayashi Yuki and Aida Ryuzo, his gaze conveying undeniable confidence and determination, with no hint of retreat.

"And our medical wisdom, passed down for a thousand years, how could it be summarized simply by the use of medications?"

Chen Nan paused for a moment, his gaze sweeping over everyone's faces like an invisible ruler, and stated emphatically: "As for average life expectancy and international medical rankings, these involve many complex factors and cannot become the sole basis for negating the value of Traditional Chinese Medicine."

"Every country's medical system has its unique aspects; one should not generalize from a biased perspective."

Kobayashi Yuki and Aida Ryuzo exchanged glances, a flash of surprise evident in their eyes, as they had clearly not expected Chen Nan to respond so calmly and logically.

Kobayashi Yuki's eyebrows slightly furrowed, like willow leaves caressed by a spring breeze, her fingers unconsciously stroking the exquisite cuff of her kimono, as if pondering her next move deep within her heart.

But they were not ready to let it go at that.

Aida Ryuzo snorted coldly: "Well spoken, but how then do you explain your defeat in last year's anatomical competition?"

His voice carried a thick provocation, his gaze sharp as a blade, aiming straight at Chen Nan, trying to find a flaw in his response.

Chen Nan remained unruffled, his demeanor calm and assured, a confident smile on his face like the warm sun of spring dispelling the surrounding gloom: "The result of one competition does not represent our overall standard."

"Anatomy is just one part of the medical field. We pay more attention to the comprehensive development of medical knowledge and the holistic understanding of life."

"Moreover, we have learned our lessons from that experience and are continuously improving and forging ahead."

The ever-silent Sato Kenichi finally spoke up, his voice deep and indifferent, like a chill wind emanating from the depths of an ice cellar: "You're quite the orator, but facts speak louder than words."

"If you really have the strength, then show some actual results."

A sharp instinct stirred in Chen Nan's heart, as keen as a hound catching a scent, sensing the subtle shift in Sato Kenichi's words: "Well then, let's engage in an academic exchange."

"Let's take clinical case analyses that integrate Traditional Chinese Medicine and modern medicine as an example, to learn from each other and progress together."

As soon as he said this, everyone present was taken aback, as if time had frozen at that moment.

The eyes of the medical students lit up with hope, those bright glimmers akin to twinkling stars in the night sky.

They knew full well Chen Nan's capabilities; if they could seize this opportunity to fully showcase the unique charm of Traditional Chinese Medicine, they might just reverse the current adverse situation.

In the crowd, people whispered to each other, a buzz of conversations ensued.

Some clenched their fists, knuckles trembling slightly with excitement, their eyes full of anticipation for the exchange.

Sato Kenichi slightly narrowed his eyes, his gaze sharp as a dagger sweeping over Chen Nan's face, attempting to penetrate his inner thoughts.

After a moment of silence, the corners of his mouth slowly curled into a cold smirk, that smile like a venomous serpent lurking in the darkness, filled with danger and challenge: "An academic exchange? Interesting."

"But as it's a contest, there should be a stake, right?"

Chen Nan's expression remained composed, his gaze as calm as still water, showing no sign of disturbance: "What stake do you have in mind?"

Sato Kenichi pulled out an ancient copper token from his chest, the token engraved with the characters "Beichen," the script bold and powerful, its edges worn heavily by the years, the mottled traces telling of its long history.

He weighed the token lightly in his hand, a hint of provocation in his tone: "This is the heirloom token of the Beichen One Sword Style. If you win, it's yours. But if you lose..."