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Dr. Sun walked in the front, with his back straightened much straighter than usual, his chin slightly raised, and his gray beard glowing silver in the sunlight coming in from the window. The aura radiating from the inside out made everyone present slightly moved.

Wang Dazhuang walked in the middle, standing there neatly in a dark gray T-shirt, black trousers, and half-worn sneakers.

His expression was very calm, and his eyes swept over the faces of the people in white coats at the long table. He was neither humble nor arrogant, and was not as calm as a young man in his early twenties should be when facing a group of leading figures in the field of traditional Chinese medicine.

Sun Feifei walked beside him, half a step slower than him.

She hesitated for a moment when she came in. Wang Dazhuang glanced at her with encouragement before letting her cross the threshold and stand beside her.

Sitting at the head of the long table was a white-haired old man, nearly eighty years old. The wrinkles on his face were as deep as knife carvings, but his eyes were still clear and lively.

Wang Dazhuang had seen his photo on the photo wall at the corner of the stairs before. Zhang Zhongyi, Taishan Beidou in the field of traditional Chinese medicine, a nationally renowned veteran traditional Chinese medicine doctor, half of the people here are his students.

Zhang Zhongyi's eyes paused on Sun Feifei, nodded slightly, then moved to Wang Dazhuang, looking up and down.

His gaze was neither urgent nor slow, just like an old Chinese medicine doctor putting three fingers on the chest when checking the pulse, pressing lightly and hard, raising and pressing, not missing any detail.

Doctor Sun stood next to the chair and cleared his throat.

"Professors, of these two, one is my granddaughter Sun Feifei, and the other is the genius doctor I mentioned to you just now, Wang Dazhuang, who cured my granddaughter in just two or three days. He was educated by the common people and did not go to medical school for a day, but his medical skills are even inferior to mine. If you don't believe it, you can take a test on him."

The inner hall was quiet for a moment.

All eyes were focused on Wang Dazhuang.

There was curiosity, scrutiny, suspicion in those eyes, as well as a hint of "I want to see what this young man is capable of" tit-for-tat.

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