Summit Farmer
Chapter 314 - 313: Hosting

Chapter 314: Chapter 313: Hosting

After receiving Peter Brown’s definite response to the challenge, the French official left.

Watching the official’s departure, Dael Smith looked at Peter seriously: "The Higher-Ups have a clear attitude on this matter, hoping that you can defeat Nigel Harrison in the challenge. You should know that since Nigel Harrison issued the challenge, the whole world is paying attention to this. If you fail, it will be a blow to traditional Chinese medicine."

"I think Harrison represents the Opposition Party that wants to discredit their country’s Prime Minister, but the bigger reason is that they don’t want to see the development of Chinese medicine, right?" Peter thought of this problem as his mind turned.

Dael Smith nodded: "Indeed, this is a key issue. Traditional Chinese medicine has always been weak compared to Western medicine, which has shown faster effects, allowing Western medicine to develop greatly. Now, your success in treatment is also a shock to Western medicine. Some people do not want Chinese medicine to develop, and they also look down on it. So, your pressure this time will be immense."

Peter also knew about this situation and nodded slightly: "Current practitioners of Chinese medicine have not learned much knowledge. Unlike Western medicine, which relies more on memorization, Chinese medicine is different. A lot of knowledge requires practice."

"Yes, now many people are short-sighted and play with health products, not caring at all about how much knowledge they have learned."

"They’ve chosen a good opportunity this time, to hit the French Ruling Party and use this incident to strike down Chinese medicine."

Peter just smiled and said: "Since I am participating in the competition, I will take it seriously."

"What do you need? I will have someone prepare it for you."

Peter thought for a while and said: "You write down some ingredients, and let someone help me buy them."

As he spoke, Peter found a piece of paper and began writing on it.

"Cabbage, radish, pumpkin..."

The more Dael Smith looked, the more puzzled he became, his eyes widening as he watched Peter write.

Soon, Peter finished writing and handed it to Dael Smith with a smile: "Since I am responsible, I will take responsibility to the end. I will also take care of their meals."

"Are you treating them?"

"Exactly, I want everyone to see a new aspect of pharmacology; treatment is not only through taking medicine, but also through eating vegetables."

This time, even Dael Smith couldn’t help but hesitate: "Is it really feasible?"

"Don’t worry, it’s a live broadcast, and my treatment will be very fast. Isn’t it just a hundred people? Just relax."

Sigh!

Dael Smith didn’t know what to say.

Smiling, Dael Smith said: "What you’re worried about is their food issue, right? To get to their point, they can barely get out of bed, and are in the late stage of illness, with only a few days left to live. They are literally being kept alive with nutrient solution injections. What can they eat?"

"Don’t worry, if I say they can eat, then they will be able to eat. I will also prepare the food for them to eat at that time."

"Just get prepared."

"Alright, prepare more silver needles for me. With all this hassle dealing with a hundred people, you might as well prepare a hundred sets of needles for me, and I’ll treat all of them at once."

Dael Smith shook his head, feeling that Peter is not taking this competition seriously.

Watching Dael Smith walk out, Peter also showed a smile on his face. This competition is a real opportunity for him to become famous, and if he does well, the gains for his Dao Source will be enormous.

Thinking of Dao Source, Peter looked up at the stele. Now, the number on the stele has more than twenty thousand points.

Seeing more points generated, Peter knew that the reason for the slow increase must be that many people were still doubting him, which required him to gain more trust.

Not bad, with another twenty thousand points, Peter thought. With these twenty thousand points, his Spiritual Roots would grow even more, which would definitely benefit his Cultivation.

However, it is evident that the growth is not too fast, likely because many people simply don’t believe in him.

Going to his computer and browsing for a while, Peter saw that the internet was flooded with reports of Nigel Harrison challenging him; of course, there were also many reports of the French Prime Minister’s cooperation with the Hua Nation to fake Chinese medicine publicity.

Reading the numerous comments, Peter could only shake his head. After all, he was not well-known, so a lot of people questioned him. They simply couldn’t believe he would be more skilled than those world-renowned doctors, and there was a lot of criticism!

With all kinds of discussions, Peter casually glanced through them before closing his computer.

Now he has a better understanding of foreign elections, as they really can do anything to attack their opponents.

At this time, Peter did not have time to refine the Dao Union Pill, so he had to take out books and study French non-stop.

Through learning, Peter’s French level is now very high, fully capable of understanding and conversing. He was going to meet the French Prime Minister today, so Peter wanted to familiarize himself with the language of the country as much as possible.

As time passed, Ella Johnson, Peter’s homeroom teacher at the Traditional Chinese Medicine University, also called. Not knowing what to say, Ella was unclear about how much knowledge of Chinese medicine Peter actually had, as he had barely attended class.

"Peter, how did you get involved in such a big event again?"

Peter Brown also felt somewhat depressed, "Who knows? I just treated one person, and now I’m trapped in this situation. I can’t even get out if I want to!"

Ella Johnson laughed and said, "Some people can’t become famous even if they want to, but you, on the other hand, have a lot of people who want you to become famous even when you don’t want to."

"Yeah, I don’t know why these people have set their sights on me!"

"Peter, just do your best and don’t feel too much pressure. After all, Nigel Harrison is a top doctor, and he just won the Nobel Prize."

Knowing that Ella was comforting him, Peter still expressed his gratitude, "Thanks, Sister Ella. Don’t worry, I will defeat him."

Ella Johnson laughed and said, "Now all the students in the class worship you. I think even if I tried to re-elect a class president, no one would agree. Oh, you!"

Peter also laughed and said, "I’m still their class president?"

"Yes, they said it’s an honor to have you as their class president. They can use your name as a selling point when they go out later. If you win this time, our class will be even more glorious!"

Ella Johnson started laughing while mentioning this.

Peter also found it amusing, "Since everyone trusts me so much, I will do whatever it takes to win this victory. Otherwise, I would be letting everyone down!"

Peter arrived at the place arranged by the French Prime Minister Bruce Sanders.

As soon as Peter entered, Bruce stood up happily and hugged him, "Peter, I’m so happy to see you. If it weren’t for you this time, I would have been done for!"

Bruce’s wife, Rosie Evans, also stood up and said gratefully, "Peter, your medical skills are amazing. I can hardly believe what I saw. It’s outrageous that Nigel Harrison is challenging you!"

Peter smiled and greeted them both in French.

"You speak French?"

Both of them looked at Peter in surprise.

"I can manage basic conversations. Let’s communicate in French."

"Great, Peter, you are such a smart person. You know everything."

Everyone sat down and talked while eating Western food.

After some chatting and expressing their gratitude to Peter, Bruce’s expression turned serious, "Nigel Harrison is a tumor expert and a world-class Surgery Master. He may not perform surgery on all one hundred patients. He will use his medicine to control the deterioration of the cancer. Although it cannot completely cure, it can prolong life. I know your medicine is precious, but without it, will your silver needles be enough?"

Being an experienced person, he quickly pointed out the crux of the matter.

Peter nodded and said, "No matter how good his medical skills are, it’s impossible for him to perform surgery on a hundred patients in a single day. This is a tactic targeting me."

"It’s good that you understand. He never intended to operate on everyone. He just needs to control the patients and not let them die within a week. As for you, you don’t have enough medicine. He believes that your needles alone cannot control the disease. If there are many deaths in your group, as long as there are more survivors in his group, he will be considered the winner. You should know that he is using his own invented medicine to treat patients. He has an advantage in this regard. If you want to use medicine, your prescription will be known to everyone."

Peter quickly understood his concern. If Peter loses, it would cause some trouble for him. The opposition party would take advantage of this situation to discredit them, causing a significant blow to their side.

"Mr. Prime Minister, rest assured, I can cure it without using medicine this time. There’s no problem."

"Oh! Peter, do you have an even better solution?"

"Of course, he’s just suppressing the symptoms, and what I want to do is to cure them completely!"

"Great, if it really can be done like this, it will completely break the atmosphere they’ve created!" Hearing Peter’s confidence, Bruce nodded, "In that case, I might be able to set up a trap and start a craze for Traditional Chinese Medicine."

"China’s traditional Chinese medicine industry is developing, and I won’t let anyone suppress it easily, not even Nobel Prize winners!"

After chatting for a while, Rosie Evans smiled and said, "Peter, you are welcome to visit our country. It is a beautiful place."

"I will go when the time is right."

"That would be great. We will definitely make you feel at home!"

Peter looked at Bruce and said, "Let me diagnose you again."

After checking Bruce’s pulse, Peter smiled and said, "You’re recovering very well. In two more days, you will be fully recovered, and the tumor in your brain will be gone. Everything will get better."

Bruce laughed heartily, "I have never felt as good as I do now. They said that my tumor had worsened and wanted to cover it up with Traditional Chinese Medicine. They just wanted to attack me in the election. As long as you can defeat Nigel Harrison, people will know that I am genuinely better even if I don’t say anything!"

There was such a thing!

Peter gained a deeper understanding of various tactics used during election campaigns. There really was no tactic they wouldn’t use.

Dining here was simple; it was not like the large spread of dishes in China. When Peter saw that a Prime Minister like Bruce ate so simply, he sighed a bit about some Chinese officials who indulged in extravagant feasts.

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