I don't want to say much, but I want to tell this trashy show one last thing: don't think Ling Zhenfei is easy to bully. You've set me up and brought me here on purpose, and I know your intentions. Defeating me won't be that easy."

As soon as Ling Zhenfei finished speaking, the faces of the four people, including Xia Shan, changed.

"Ling Zhenfei, you country bumpkin, how dare you curse me! Well, I won't hold back anymore. Our Western Medicine Council won't let you get away with all this. We will strip you of all your titles.

From now on, no hospital will allow you to treat patients. The medical community will not recognize your status. If you dare to treat anyone again, it will be unlicensed practice, and we will call the police to arrest you."

Ge Zifeng said, "That's right. Our Traditional Chinese Medicine Council also shares the same attitude. We absolutely won't let you deceive people under the guise of traditional Chinese medicine, nor will we recognize your qualifications as a doctor."

Ling Zhenfei laughed, "Do you have that authority? Who do you think you are? You can't even manage your own wife and kids, let alone stop me from treating others."

Song Qiuming said angrily, "Without the support of our hospital, I don't believe you can treat any illness. Traditional Chinese medicine can't perform surgeries. How are you going to give that girl a skin transplant?"

"That's right. Huaxia has no historical record of performing cosmetic surgery, let alone treating such severe burns. Who are you trying to fool? If you want to scam money, don't do it under the banner of traditional Chinese medicine. We don't want you to tarnish our reputation."

Li Huiyu said, "That's right, under our call, the public will soon see your true colors and won't be fooled by you."

Suppressing her anger, Xia Shan continued to host the show, "You all made good points. I don't believe in any Divine Doctor. Since Ling Zhenfei claims he can cure such severe burns, how about we make a bet?"

Ling Zhenfei laughed, "Sure, let's make a bet. How do you want to bet?"

Xia Shan said, "If you can cure that girl's burns without skin grafting and make her face look normal, you win. Otherwise, we win."

Ling Zhenfei nodded, "Okay, what's the stake?"

Xia Shan said, "If you lose, you will never treat anyone again, and never mention anything about being a Divine Doctor."

Ling Zhenfei nodded, "Okay, but if I win?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Ge Zifeng and the others laughed, "How ridiculous, do you think you have a chance to win?"

"Exactly, you must be dreaming to think you can win."

"We'll see how you handle it then."

Ling Zhenfei remained expressionless, "What if I win?"

"You simply cannot win."

"Exactly, just admit defeat now."

Ling Zhenfei coldly asked again, "What if I win?"

Xia Shan and the others looked at him, not expecting him to be so stubborn. Turning such a severely burned girl into a normal person seemed impossible.

"If you win, you can ask anything of us," Xia Shan said.

"That's right, state your demands now,"

"Each of us is willing to accept one demand from you. It doesn't matter."

Ling Zhenfei nodded, "Fine, you said it yourself."

"Yes, we said it. Now state your demands. Anyway, we've stated ours."

Ling Zhenfei nodded, "Alright, Song Qiuming, I've heard you are the chairman of the Western Medicine Council. If I win, I want your position."

"What, someone like you wants to be chairman? Keep dreaming," Song Qiuming scoffed.

Ge Zifeng laughed, "Mr. Song, you're wrong. Without dreams, how is one different from a salted fish? Agree to his terms and see what happens."

Song Qiuming laughed heartily, "Fine, if you can cure that girl, then the chairmanship of the Western Medicine Council is yours."

Ling Zhenfei nodded and turned to Ge Zifeng, "I also want to be the president of the Traditional Chinese Medicine Council. Can you give up that spot?"

Ge Zifeng laughed, "Sure, if you turn that girl into a normal person, the presidency of the Provincial City's Traditional Chinese Medicine Council is yours."

Ling Zhenfei nodded and turned to Song Huiyu, "You are the least important here. You are neither a chairman nor a president. Making a tough demand of you is pointless."

Song Huiyu, obviously despising Ling Zhenfei's words, raised his eyebrows, showing his disdain.

Ling Zhenfei thought for a moment, "If you lose, you must post fifty tweets praising me, and you cannot delete them."

"Fine, even a hundred tweets would be okay. Or even ten thousand," Song Huiyu said confidently, knowing Ling Zhenfei couldn't possibly complete this task.

"Fine, as you wish," Ling Zhenfei said, then turned to Xia Shan.

"If I'm not mistaken, you aren't married yet?"

Xia Shan nodded, "Don't even think about making me marry you. Even though you can't succeed, don't even think about it."

Ling Zhenfei laughed, "Even if you wanted to marry me, I wouldn't accept. You are too ugly. You'd be more suited to be a maid."

Xia Shan was furious, "Cut the nonsense, state your demand quickly."

Ling Zhenfei said, "As I said, you will be a maid. If I win, you will wear a maid's outfit and personally wash my feet."

Xia Shan exploded in anger, "You... fine, since you can't possibly do it, I agree."

Ling Zhenfei nodded, "Good, we have a deal. I will cure Lele and let you see."

Xia Shan regained her composure as the host, and said, "Friends online must have heard clearly, this was originally an interview, but it has turned into a bet.

Everyone should have heard the stakes clearly. If Ling Zhenfei can turn the severely burned girl into a normal girl, then we lose, otherwise, he loses.

If Ling Zhenfei loses, he will no longer use traditional Chinese medicine or Divine Doctor's banner to scam money. If we lose, each person has agreed to one condition from him.

The president of the Traditional Chinese Medicine Council will give up his position to Ling Zhenfei, the chairman of the Western Medicine Council will do the same, and Mr. Li Huiyu will post at least fifty tweets praising Ling Zhenfei.

As for me, I will wear a maid's outfit and wash Ling Zhenfei's feet. Everyone heard clearly, and we ask the netizens to act as witnesses. Alright, that's the end of today's show. See you next time."

The show ended, and Ling Zhenfei stood up to leave. At that moment, he heard Song Qiuming shout from behind, "Kid, pack your things and go back to your village to farm. Don't come to the city anymore."

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