Yin Tian's voice wasn't loud, but it was not soft either, enough for everyone present to hear.
"Huaxians, what did you say!"
"Apologize! You apologize to us right now!"
"Such a young age, yet speaking so unpleasantly!"
The crowd glared at Yin Tian in anger.
"Enough."
Yin Tian waved his hand impatiently, "Do you Westerners have medical skills? Without those devices, can you even treat illnesses?"
"Do you know what 'observation, listening, questioning, and pulse-taking' means? Do you understand the concepts of 'external syndromes, deficiency syndromes, excess syndromes, and heat syndromes'?"
"Still have the face to stand here criticizing me — don't you find it laughable?"
"Exactly!"
Murong Liuli also nodded in agreement, adding her voice, "Back when we in Huaxia were practicing medicine and saving lives, your ancestors were still chewing up leaves and pasting them onto wounds!"
Yin Tian glanced at Murong Liuli with surprise, not expecting Murong Liuli to be so aggressive.