Chapter 1275: Someone Set a Trap

t department"Boss, I take back what I said. Can I stay"An employee from the research and development department said timidly."Absolutely not!" Ye Bufan said resolutely, "You're all adults, what were y...Facing so many patients coming to the door, Ye Bufan and the veteran TCM practitioners were all delighted. This shows that traditional Chinese medicine has successfully kicked open the doors of the West.

The free clinic began, and everyone brought their best spirits to treat the patients in line.

They had been working non-stop all morning. All the old men present were at the top of traditional Chinese medicine in China. Every patient who came here left happily and full of hope.

As noon approached, the patients waiting in line spontaneously left, giving the attending doctors a break time.

Seeing this scene, Ye Bufan couldn't help but nod secretly. The strained doctor-patient relationship in China in recent years is actually a complex issue with a lot to do with personal quality.

If doctors and patients could practice empathy and understand each other's perspectives, many conflicts could be avoided.

And just then, a commotion arose. A dozen or so toughs with tank tops and tattoos, pushed a white young man covered in blood towards them.

These people ran and shouted loudly, "Doctor, come quickly!"

Ye Bufan raised an eyebrow. These people ran to the square, but they didn't hesitate and ran straight towards the Chinese medicine practitioners of Huaxia. It was obvious that they had a clear purpose.

And it's clear these people are not here with good intentions. They're pushing this battered and bruised individual toward us, their aim is clearly to cause trouble for our side.

If we can't cure this guy, they will definitely take the opportunity to smear traditional Chinese medicine, saying that its effectiveness is all hype.

As for who arranged this, it's still unclear.

As traditional Chinese medicine (TCM) becomes increasingly popular in the US, it will inevitably affect some people's interests and opportunities. It is perfectly normal for them to create trouble for themselves.

"What are you all standing around for Come and save him quickly!"

A tall and muscular black man roared loudly.

Cao Xinghua and others all looked at Ye Bufan. Firstly, they didn't understand English and had to rely on translators when treating illnesses. Secondly, these people were used to leaving everything to him to decide.

"Are you all deaf!"

The black man was obviously extremely displeased, reaching out to grab Lou Baining's arm.

This guy is about two meters tall and weighs over 200 pounds. His dark, big hands are like fans. If he scratched you, Lou Baiming would probably be in trouble at his age.

"Stop!" Ye Bufan took a step forward, casually raising his right hand. The man felt a numbness in his arm and involuntarily let go of his weapon.

The Black man paused for a moment, then shouted: "Hurry and save him! If anything happens to my brother, you'll answer to me."

His expression seemed anxious and concerned, but Ye Bufan could tell that this guy was putting on a show.

Including the injured person lying on the ground, who looked bloody and severely wounded, it was actually just some superficial injuries.

This is obviously a carefully set trap. Whether he treats it or not, no matter what kind of treatment he chooses, trouble will eventually find him.

"China pig, didn't you hear us speaking"

At this moment, a young man with a "killer Matt" hairstyle rushed over and swung his hand to slap Ye Bufan in the face.

"Die!"

As soon as that guy raised his hand, Ye Bufan kicked him in the abdomen, sending him flying several meters away.

That guy knocked over several tables and chairs in a row, and finally crashed into a trash can with a bang.

"Damn it, you dare to hit people!"

As Ye Bufan had guessed, these people had come with a purpose. They now surged forward, surrounding Ye Bufan in the middle.

"Kill him, we don't welcome Chinese pigs!"

A black giant roared, leading the charge with a fist the size of a sand pot, smashing towards Ye Bufan.

Others also responded in kind, pouncing with gnashing teeth and claws. Even the wounded man on the ground sprang up to join the fray.

Seeing this scene, the people around were angry, worried, and some gloated.

Just as there is a world of its own wherever people gather, humans are prone to jealousy, even doctors.

Since the start of the conference, under Ye Bufan's leadership, the TCM delegation has been quite the sensation.

Especially the free clinics of these two days, more patients were treated by TCM than the sum of all other doctors. With increasing reputation, it naturally caused some resentment among people.

Just because of that, many people are hoping that the TCM team will be severely beaten up by these hooligans, especially the young man who has been in the spotlight. They want him to be beaten as badly as possible.

What happened next shocked these people completely. Those hooligans, as soon as they charged forward, flew backwards like sacks of potatoes.

Even before anyone could make out what had happened, all of them were knocked to the ground, wailing and sobbing in misery.

"My goodness, is this the legendary martial arts of China"

"My God, Chinese Kung Fu is not a legend, it really exists..."

"This Chinese man is so amazing, not only is he a skilled doctor, but his martial arts are also incredible..."

The onlookers gasped in astonishment.

And those punks who were knocked down immediately changed their expressions, knowing they were no match. They switched tactics and started wailing on the ground: "Help! Someone help us! He's beating us up!"

As soon as they raised their voices, a group of prepared extras immediately stepped forward and began launching attacks from a position of moral superiority.

"Why are you Chinese people hitting people Aren't you doctors Shouldn't you be healing and saving lives"

"That's right, what kind of doctor is this He doesn't even have basic medical ethics, only knows how to hit people and not save lives..."

"That's right, what gives you the right to hit people Just because you're a medical immortal doesn't mean you're above the law Our country doesn't welcome you, get out of here..."

Ye Bufan had a faint sneer on his face. These people were really well-prepared, with black and white all waiting here.

He ignored the clamoring of those around him and stomped down on the chest of the black man with his foot.

"Well, who sent you"

"A citizen of the Han Dynasty, you dare not…"

The Black man had originally wanted to say a few more harsh words, but just as he got to that point, he felt the foot on his chest as if a mountain were pressing down.

Suddenly, I felt like I couldn't breathe. I even heard a cracking sound coming from my ribs.

Feeling the powerful killing intent radiating from Ye Bufan, he had no doubt that the other party would really crush him with one foot.

He was just an ordinary thug, not a death row inmate. He immediately confessed when faced with the threat of death.

"I said, I said, it was...it was Jerry who sent me..."

A flash of cold light passed through Ye Bufan's eyes. It turned out to be the little mouse he had met last night.

At that moment, an alarm sounded, followed by two American police cars pulling up.

The car door opened, and seven or eight security guards jumped out. These people were tall and strong, looking menacing as they surrounded Ye Bufan and his companions.

"Who did this Come out here!"

A burly leader, pointing at the wailing hoodlums scattered on the ground, bellowed.

"It's over for this young man, it's over. I'm afraid he's going to have a hard time this time…"

The people around started gossiping again.

"It was me."

Ye Bufan said calmly. settle the score with you once and for all."Blank glared disdainfully at the crowd around him. "Now I order you to drop your weapons, or I'll have this little girl's face scraped right off."Although...