"Privilege? Mr. Song is about to leave. Originally, I invited Mr. Song to give you all a lesson, but you managed to anger the teacher before the class even started. Think of a way yourselves. You treated good intentions like donkey's liver and lungs. Do you know how long I pleaded with Mr. Song before he agreed to come?" Zhang Guomin spoke more and more angrily.
Zhao Dinghang, Qian Hengbo, Sun Hongmian, and others showed regret on their faces.
Men like the three of them, with their age, seniority, and experience, already stood at the pinnacle of acupuncture medicine's academic research. Further improvement at this height was no easy task.
Today turned out to be a rare opportunity for them to advance their medical accomplishments, yet none of them expected that the person who might bring a qualitative leap to their medical skills and understanding would be a young man, an entrepreneur owning a beverage factory.
Fate played a colossal joke on these acupuncture experts.
