Morse's words triggered a visible change in Wang Ye's complexion, turning somewhat cold as he looked into Morse's eyes.

Originally, Wang Ye had intended to listen to what Morse had to say, but as Morse spoke those words, Wang Ye instantly lost any interest in hearing what he might say next.

Wang Ye closed the contract he had just opened, his voice containing a hint of iciness, and without raising his head, he said, "Morse, I had thought that even though we are not on the same side, our values were still aligned."

"But now it seems, we don't see eye to eye on certain things."

"So, you can leave now!"

Having said those words, Wang Ye picked up the teacup with one hand without drinking from it, while his other hand flipped through the files sent by various corporations.

Holding the tea without sipping, a signal to show the guest out!

Morse was taken aback, not expecting that having uttered just a few words, Wang Ye was already asking him to leave.

He didn't even get a chance to discuss the official matter.

For instance, the issue of collaborating with Wang Ye.

Although Morse had always prided himself as a gentleman, being dismissed by Wang Ye in such a manner was somewhat displeasing. He took a deep breath, intending to continue speaking to Wang Ye, "Wang Ye..."

In Morse's opinion, up to that moment, he still believed that someone from the Western Medical Association could definitely defeat Wang Ye.

Wang Ye… was nothing but trash after all.

However, because the Western Medical Association received news of Wang Ye being promoted to Third Grade Martial Warrior, they did not want to offend Wang Ye, which is why they sent him to negotiate a contract with Wang Ye instead of the initial head-to-head confrontation.

But unexpectedly, before he could say much, Wang Ye wanted to drive him away directly.

Before Morse could finish his words, his face instantly went pale.

He felt an overwhelming pressure descending on him as if the invisible forces all around had converged upon him, tempting him to sit down on the ground, hunched over.

It was as if... he desperately yearned for the ground.

Even this pressure made Morse feel a strong sense of suffocation.

After a moment, the pressure subsided, and Morse gasped for breath. He looked up at Wang Ye with a sense of palpitations.

However, he realized Wang Ye was still reviewing the files, not even bothering to look directly at him.

Morse's face darkened, knowing that Wang Ye had no desire to talk to him.

The pressure just now was merely a warning from Wang Ye.

If he insisted on staying, Wang Ye wouldn't mind teaching him a lesson through other means.

The Wang Ye who used to spar with him was now far beyond him. If Wang Ye wanted to thrash him, he wouldn't stand a chance to resist.

Morse stood up and cast a sullen glance at Wang Ye before leaving his office.

Su Wanqing stood behind Wang Ye, her gentle hands kneading his shoulders softly, comforting him in a low and delicate voice, "Let it go, it's not worth getting angry over these people."

"That's not an issue."

Wang Ye extended a hand and took hold of Su Wanqing's right hand, which was massaging his shoulder, his expression pensive.

Actually, if it weren't for Morse saying that Traditional Chinese Medicine would eventually fade away in the near future, Wang Ye would have been willing to talk with Morse.

But when Morse uttered that sentence, it directly touched on Wang Ye's bottom line.

That's why Wang Ye had no qualms about driving Morse away mercilessly.

Angry? Hardly. Wang Ye wasn't so petty as to get upset over a trivial person like Morse who didn't understand the charm of Traditional Chinese Medicine and the words they spoke.

Instead, there was a question that Wang Ye pondered over in his heart.

Indeed, as Morse said, we live in a fast-paced society, which means that no matter what people do, they prefer efficiency.

And Traditional Chinese Medicine is admittedly a bit slow.

Moreover, due to reasons like the need for storing materials, just on the basis of cost alone, Traditional Chinese Medicine is much more expensive than Western Medicine, making it pricier at times.

All these reasons combined lead to fewer people using Traditional Chinese Medicine, even in Dragon Country, compared to those who use Western Medicine.

It wouldn't be an exaggeration to say that it's as rare as phoenix feathers and unicorn horns.

Continuing this way, although Traditional Chinese Medicine won't "disappear" as dramatically as Morse claimed, it will indeed gradually lose its influence until it is completely supplanted by Western Medicine.

At that point, Traditional Chinese Medicine will likely have become a niche field in Dragon Country.

Thinking about how Traditional Chinese Medicine, which had been around since ancient times in Dragon Country, could end up as a niche medicine in its own homeland, Wang Ye felt a sense of dread.

Although he didn't join the military department when the square-faced man invited him, that was because Wang Ye had his own things to do.

Just as he told the square-faced man, he really hoped to join the military department; if he could contribute to Dragon Country, Wang Ye wouldn't want to miss out.

And in Wang Ye's view, promoting Traditional Chinese Medicine was also a part of contributing to Dragon Country.

Protecting the ancient culture of Dragon Country.

How to change this situation?

Wang Ye mused, if he could solve this problem, it would be a tremendous leap forward for the development of Traditional Chinese Medicine in Dragon Country.

Wang Ye decided that he should pay another visit to Capital City.

After all, most of the useful groups to him were located there.

And when he went to Capital City, he could just visit Elder Mr. Zhong Feng and discuss with him to see if there were any solutions to the problem.

…

Morse, furious, left Suye Group and got into the car. The driver glanced at Morse, noticed his sour expression, and tentatively asked, "Didn't the talk go well?"

Actually, there was no need to read it from Morse's expression; the very short time Morse spent there was enough to show that the negotiation between him and Wang Ye had not been successful.

However, what the driver didn't expect was that Wang Ye hadn't even afforded Morse the courtesy of a polite farewell; he had just bluntly sent Morse on his way.

This was likely also the reason for Morse's ugly expression.

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