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Chapter three hundred and fiftieth return gift

Although Ye Feng's words were a good idea, they felt unrealistic to most people present.

After all, Western medicine, also known as modern medicine, has long been deeply rooted in the hearts of the people.

How can today's traditional Chinese medicine, also known as traditional medicine, compete with Western medicine?

In the end, customers have the final say in the market.

Can't you just say you want to see a Chinese medicine doctor and then when someone is sick, you really go to a Chinese medicine doctor and use Chinese medicine?

How easy is it to promote traditional Chinese medicine and leverage the overseas medical market like tea and porcelain in the past?

"Mr. Ye, with all due respect." Someone questioned, "Today's traditional Chinese medicine is really not very competitive. In our local market, it can't compete with Western medicine, let alone overseas, their home territory.

, it’s even more difficult!”

As soon as these words came out, everyone nodded in agreement.

Things that my own family has abandoned, to put it bluntly, are called dross. They want to fool foreigners, but they are not fools.

"You are right!"

Ye Feng also nodded, acknowledging this cruel situation.

"Traditional Chinese medicine has indeed declined. But that was in the past!"

At this point, Ye Feng changed his voice and said solemnly: "Starting from now - starting from me! Traditional Chinese medicine is about to rise and go to thousands of households!"

Hearing this, there were people present who couldn't help laughing.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Ye, I didn't mean to laugh at you. But... the development of anything must follow objective laws. You can't rise just because you say rise, right?"

Ye Feng also smiled and said: "Of course it is not said by mouth. If it can be done by just saying it, then it is called following the words!"

"It's natural for me that any rhetoric is pale and feeble. Therefore, I have prepared a return gift for you today!"

Return gift!?

When everyone heard this, they couldn't help but look at each other, thinking it couldn't be a piece of Chinese medicine, right?

as expected.

Ye Feng ordered someone to take out one hundred "Hunyuan Pills" that had been prepared in advance and distributed one pill to each of the prominent people present.

"This elixir is called: Hunyuan elixir. It can cure all diseases!"

"Just treat it as a return gift and give it to everyone."

"If you believe in me, you can take it back and give it to any sick relatives or friends at home. I guarantee that the elixir will cure the disease."

As soon as these words came out, there was an uproar at the scene.

This little pill can cure all kinds of diseases?

Everyone was surprised and didn't quite believe it.

Even if it can really cure diseases, it would be an exaggeration!

At this time, someone deliberately asked: "Mr. Ye, can even cancer be cured by taking your elixir?"

This was said as if he was deliberately trying to make a point.

Unexpectedly, Ye Feng nodded in response: "It can be cured!"

Hearing this, the man burst out laughing, obviously not believing it.

"Mr. Ye, may I ask if this leg of mine can be cured?"

At this time, another old man sitting in a wheelchair suddenly raised his hand and spoke.

"Mr. Qiu!?"

When everyone saw this, they burst into laughter.

Mr. Qiu is also a famous rich man in Fengtian and the leader of the Qiu family.

But since a car accident a year ago, my legs have become disabled and have gradually receded into the background.

For this leg, Mr. Qiu traveled all over China and abroad, but could not cure it.

Fortunately, there was no amputation, so I could masturbate.

At this time, Mr. Qiu used his own leg to speak on the spot, obviously intending to show up and speak out.

If the other party dares to say that it can be cured, he really dares to eat it.

At this moment, everyone couldn't help but look at Ye Feng curiously, wondering how he would respond.

Should I find an excuse to shirk it? Or should I continue to bite the bullet and say it can be cured?
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