"What if… there's a problem with your master's prescription?" Chu Feng said calmly.
Those words sent everyone into an uproar.
Fu Nanhua hurriedly took a look at Huang Shengshou and Chu Feng's prescriptions and compared them. Five minutes later, he sighed and said, "You've lost, Old Master Huang."
Huang Shengshou's expression instantly darkened.
Everyone in the audience was dumbstruck. Fu Nanhua continued, "Chu Feng is right, Old Master Huang. There is a problem with your prescription."
Everyone was instantly in an uproar again.
Each of the top four physicians in the country had their own specialties, and Huang Shengshou's specialty was his prescriptions that had been refined through the generations.
How could there be a problem?
Huang Shengshou remained sullen for a moment before he burst out laughing again. "Are you saying there's a problem with my prescription, Ol' Fu? When I was three years old, I memorized A Treatise on Colds. When I was seven, I could recognize and name one hundred species of herbs. When I was fifteen, I was already diagnosing patients and writing prescriptions on my own. Now I'm seventy-five, and after treating tens of thousands of patients, I've never made a wrong diagnosis even once. What's the problem with my prescription?"
While the doctors in the audience were whispering to each other, Huang Shengshou took another step forward and continued to speak arrogantly, "Moreover, my prescriptions have been handed down from my great-grandfather. Back then, emperors and nobles used them. Now, the aristocrats and officials in Yenching and Di Du use them. If there were a problem with my prescriptions, how could they have endured for centuries?"
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