“Dr. Martin, why don’t you introduce yourself?” Myers said, his energy palpable as he spoke.Charles Martin rose from his seat, briefly glancing in Joseph’s direction before addressing the room.“Hello, everyone. I’m Charles Martin. It’s an honor to be here, and I look forward to working with all of you,” Martin said, his tone polite and composed.As he finished speaking, applause broke out—but only from one side of the room. Joseph instinctively started to clap but quickly noticed that no one around him was joining in. The applause was coming exclusively from the Modern Medicine faculty. His side—the Traditional Chinese Medicine faculty—remained silent.Feeling awkward, Joseph stopped clapping and glanced around, his expression puzzled.“Mr. Wilson, a little tip—this side of the room is for the Traditional Chinese Medicine faculty, while the other side is for the Modern Medicine folks. We don’t usually get involved in their affairs, and they wouldn’t appreciate our applause anyway,”

"Fine." Lincoln sat back down, though his expression remained stormy. "You, arrogant boy! Since you claim to cure what modern medicine cannot, then tell me—what illnesses can Traditional Medicine treat that we cannot?" He punctuated his demand with another slap to the table, his voice dripping with hostility. Joseph, however, remained unflustered, his composure like a still pond. "Shall I give an example?" he asked, his tone light but deliberate. "Go ahead. But if you fail to provide a convincing example, you’ll regret it," Lincoln threatened, his anger barely restrained. "Very well," Joseph said, his voice steady. "Let’s take, for instance, the condition both you and Vice Director Gray suffer from—baldness." "The condition you cannot cure, but I can." His words hung in the air for a moment, as the room fell eerily silent, everyone processing the unexpected turn of conversation. Then, like a dam breaking, muffled laughter erupted throughout the room. "Hahaha… Oh, this is too