I Am A Prodigy

Amir published many medical articles during his Ph.D. and caused quite a sensation with them. After graduating, he participated in the research of diseases and medications, as well as creating various medications which resulted in him growing in fame.

“He was the one who researched and created the most effective painkiller on the market, right? It’s amazing.”

“Since he’s here in person, it’s probably yet another era-defining creation.”

“India’s miraculous medications are simply amazing. Whenever I get a scar, I’ll apply their Draigan-ka-Ghoda plaster on it.”

“The Draigan-ka-Ghoda plaster was invented by Amir, with his mentor, while he was studying!”

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The whispers and murmurs continued and everyone looked eagerly at the stage.

At the same time, two figures with surgical masks appeared at the International Medical Association’s entrance. After showing the admission ticket, they entered slowly without much fanfare.

However, the entry of those two figures made the entire International Medical Association lively, as if there was a surging undercurrent in the atmosphere.

Ye Lingchen and Ali waited quietly in the waiting hall, but they could feel a plethora of strange gazes from everywhere—scrutinizing, suspicious, excited, touched, and even mixed feelings.

During that period, many people wanted to come forward and strike up a conversation, but they were all blocked by Ali.

On the other side, Amir finished introducing his medication—much to everyone’s awe—and successfully obtained a patent.

At that moment, his assistant hurried over and whispered a few words in his ear.

“Miracle Doctor Y?”

Amir cocked his brows and his eyes lit up.

“Yes, I just got news that Miracle Doctor Y has entered the International Medical Association and is waiting to have his drug tested.” The assistant nodded and seemed to speak in a cautious tone.

“Could it be the rabies medication that was all abuzz some time ago?” Amir rubbed his nose. “China’s medical achievements are not ranked internationally and Chinese medicine has slipped down to third-rate standard. Could they really have created this kind of medicine?”

“That was in the past. Based on the news that I heard, Miracle Doctor Y’s medical skills are top-notch!” the assistant said solemnly. “Just about a month ago, there were many diseases in China that had been cured by Miracle Doctor Y. Everyone treats him with the utmost praise and respect. It was Miracle Doctor Y who successfully treated wind-heat syndrome flu! I feel like he might shock the world this time!”

“Shock the world?” A trace of disdain flashed in Amir’s eyes.

Was China that delusional to think they could produce drugs that would shock the world?

Medicine was profound and required plenty of valuable experience, accumulated wisdom, and research. India was also a cradle of civilization, and India had a long history when it came to amazing medication. That was the reason Amir could make breakthroughs with the foundations of his predecessors. What else did China have besides the decline of their Chinese medicine?

“I heard that Miracle Doctor Y can cure even cancer!” the assistant took a deep breath and added.

“Hehe, do you think that’s possible?” Amir chuckled. “You’ve been my assistant for years. You have a deeper understanding of some pathologies compared to ordinary people. How could you be affected by this kind of rumors? Cancer has become the bane of this world because of its incurable nature. Can a nobody cure it just by saying he can?”

“But this incident is known throughout China in vivid detail…” A thought appeared in the assistant’s eyes and he seemed uncertain.

“The Chinese are predisposed to exaggerations. They’ll get one or two actors just to achieve the effect and spread the word. We’ve heard these exorbitant claims more than once. It’s not credible!” Amir refuted indifferently, but confidently.

“But since it’s such a coincidence, I’ll just stay and have a look.” Amir’s tone changed completely into a slightly playful one.

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At the same time, similar scenes happened throughout the International Medical Association.

Many countries in East Asia, such as the Sun Nation, also received word of it. Even the drug appraisers onstage were told about Miracle Doctor Y’s arrival.

Everyone had their reasons for choosing to stay and watch Miracle Doctor Y.

The medical appraisal was done swiftly, and with the appraisals concluded one after the other, it was Ye Lingchen turn in no time.

“China’s Miracle Doctor Y? I didn’t expect him to come so soon,” a gray-haired old professor with round spectacles pushed his spectacles and said.

“Maybe he does have what it takes if he dares to boast. China’s medicinal progress has been silent for so many years. Perhaps they might have a breakthrough,” another postdoctoral doctor from Deutschland said.

“It can’t be that easy, right? Once the rabies virus turns virulent, it directly enters the bloodstream and invades the nerves. This disease is incredibly difficult to treat!” A medical expert from the Stick Nation sneered and shook his head.

It was downright ridiculous that he dared to make such bold claims on the Internet and even state that he would not supply the medicine to the Stick Nation.

Medical researchers in other countries nodded too. Those in the medical industry were more aware of the difficulties involved. There were far too many types of diseases, and some could not be cured just by saying it could be cured.

At that point, Ye Lingchen slowly stepped onto the stage.

Someone announced his name, “The eleventh contestant, Miracle Doctor Y, has brought medication that can cure rabies.”

“Miracle Doctor Y?!”

“F*CK! He really did attend!”

“It’s only been three or four days since the news was released! Simply amazing!”

“China is on course to show their greatness!”

“Come on, Miracle Doctor Y! Get an awesome patent for our country!”

The Chinese people present there instantly became excited, and some of the students from China Medical College could not help but stand up, calling Ye Lingchen their teacher.

People from other countries whispered among each other and had doubts. Some never even heard of Miracle Doctor Y but were half-skeptical after learning about Miracle Doctor Y’s deeds.

“It seems as though I’m not the only one who isn’t too optimistic about Miracle Doctor Y.” Amir looked around from his corner with a smile.

Faced with medical experts from all over the world and surrounded by an audience of medical professionals, Ye Lingchen remained calm as he briefly introduced his drug.

It went without saying that the drug’s materials and production steps were not included, only its effect and method of use.

However, following Ye Lingchen’s introduction, the expression of the judges there began to sour, while those of the surrounding audience changed slightly to that of slight disbelief.

One of the old men could not help but stand up and interrupt Ye Lingchen’s introduction. “What you’re saying is completely ridiculous! There aren’t any drugs in the world that would have such an immediate effect, let alone be able to get rid of the disease in one dose. This is completely against science. Extremely absurd!”

The old man’s face was red and he looked extremely angry.

“If it is according to what this kid says, then India’s magical medicine nickname should be given to China,” Amir could not help but chuckle.

The old man who spoke was someone that Amir knew—he was a medical professor at England’s University of Cambridge and had taught a lot of medical experts. It was only after his retirement that he took up the job of becoming a drug appraiser.

His research on drugs was rigorous. Even the slightest amount of adulteration would not be tolerated and he would lash out immediately if he disagreed with anything. Ye Lingchen’s constant boasting had angered him…