Chapter 684


    Arabe went on, "Compared to modern medical treatments, traditional medicine is more clear-cut,


    more proactive, and without any side effects."


    Once she dropped this bomb, the entire ss of neurology students broke out in apuse. She''s too


    good!


    Way to go, Arabe!


    Before, they were always getting crushed by the surgery students during ss.


    Who would''ve thought that the tide would turn with Arabe''s arrival. Now they could hold their heads


    high too!


    Audrey was left speechless by Arabe''s words, utterly embarrassed.


    "Seems like Arabe''s been hitting the books hard on this topic. Yeah, the medicine Arabe


    mentioned does indeed belong to traditional herbal medicine, and the cold capsules are indeed a mix


    of two medicines. Well said, Arabe. Audrey, you''ll have to step up your game after ss. You may sit


    down now."


    Audrey sat down awkwardly, at which point her friend Chloe couldn''t help but stand up and say,


    "Professor Lambert, I have a question for Arabe."


    Professor Lambert could clearly see the rivalry brewing between the surgery students and the


    neurology students, or, to be more precise, their animosity toward Arabe.


    "Arabe, you make traditional herbal medicine sound like the bee''s knees. I''ve had a cold for six days


    now, but why hasn''t the traditional herbal medicine worked? Are you misinformed about traditional


    herbal medicine, exaggerating its effects, or is it just not as effective as modern medicine? After all, you


    major in neurology, so you are not an expert in the traditional herbal medicine."


    This question was clearly a jab, but Arabe simply responded nonchntly, "Who knows what you''ve


    been eating with your meds?"


    Taking a pack of medicine every day was one thing; taking it every three days was another. Who knew


    if she''s been eating something that interfered with the medicine?


    Chloeughed out of frustration. "I bet all Arabe can do is talk the talk. When ites to treating an


    actual illness, she probably doesn''t know jack."


    "Do you really need to overthink such a simple issue?" Arabe looked at her with interest and asked,


    "You want to get better? Come up to the podium."


    Chloe froze, as did the rest of the ss. What was Arabe up to?


    They were all puzzled.


    "What, are you scared?" Arabe smirked at her.


    "Who said I''m scared?"


    Even though she had no idea what Arabe was nning, she figured she wouldn''t do anything


    outrageous in front of everyone.


    Seeing the two students approach the podium, Professor Lambert stepped back with interest. He was


    curious to see how Arabe would handle this.


    "Give me your hand," Arabe said casually.


    Chloe reached out her hand. Was Arabe going to take Chloe’s pulse? Did she even know that?


    Arabe ced her hand on Chloe''s pulse, then turned to Professor Lambert.


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    When the bell rang earlier, she saw Professor Lambert bring in an acupuncture kit. Now she asked


    politely, "Professor Lambert, may I borrow your acupuncture kit?"


    Professor Lambert: "Sure, it''s on the desk."


    Acupuncture? Arabe nned to treat Chloe''s cold with acupuncture? Wasn''t she majoring in


    neurology? How can she master the medical skills of other countries?


    Had she lost her mind? Was she really a talent?


    Chloe quickly pulled her hand away. "Are you a doctor? You are a neurology major. Can anyone just


    perform acupuncture?"


    "You said you wanted to get better, right?" Arabe quickly disinfected a silver needle with alcohol.


    Seeing Chloe hide her hand behind her, too scared to reach out, Arabe grabbed her hand directly,


    disinfected a spot on the radial side of her thumb near the nail with an alcohol swab, and promptly


    inserted the needle.