Chapter 404 Anti-Traditional Chinese Medicine Federation
He looked at Xiao Wen fearfully, not daring to continue acting wildly.
Qin Fan patted Yin Tao on the shoulder, picked up a leaflet from the ground and read it.
He smiled lightly and raised his eyebrows.
He had heard of this anti-TCM association before. It was a spontaneous organization organized by a group of so-called returnees.
Under the banner of science, they advertise to save the public and spread advanced modern medicine.
Establish yourself as a great image of being upright and advocating science.
Then they try their best to smear Chinese medicine, oppose Chinese medicine, and wish to completely eliminate Chinese medicine.
I thought this anti-TCM association was just a clamor on the Internet platform.
Unexpectedly, they came to make trouble in front of Bian Que Medical Center.
In fact, the battle between traditional Chinese medicine and Western medicine is not about who is better and who is worse as seen on the surface.
On a deeper level, it is a matter of profit capital.
From the time it was introduced to China to modern times, Western medicine dominated by Western capital markets has dreamed of unifying the world.
In recent years, China has vigorously supported traditional Chinese medicine, and traditional Chinese medicine has made remarkable achievements in various aspects.
This has touched the cake of certain interest groups.
For example, last year, for children's diseases in Haizhou, the treatment cost of traditional Chinese medicine hospitals was only one-third of that of western medicine, and there was no case of death.
For example, Qin Fan performed willow bone setting on Ma Fangfei's father.
If it is popularized on a large scale, how will the Western capital market harvest leeks?
You have put the predators behind Western medicine in such a difficult position.
That's why he came to provoke such a crazy and arrogant person.
Zhu Zhengyuan, Liu Weiqi, Qu Wenxuan and other veteran Chinese doctors who have been practicing Chinese medicine for decades.
After reading the other party's flyer, they were so angry that they blew their beards and stared.
The crowd of onlookers grew larger and larger, and gradually became crowded.
Even the patients in the hospital came out.
On the other hand, when those five people saw this situation, not only did they not give up, but they were overjoyed.
What they want is this sensational effect.
Moreover, they are going to attack Bian Que Medical Center today, because Bian Que Medical Center is now the representative of folk traditional Chinese medicine in Haizhou City.
They took the opportunity to distribute the leaflets in their hands and preached from time to time.
Because there is a certain person on the flyer who has been treated by traditional Chinese medicine, which not only has no effect, but also delays the optimal treatment time, etc.
As for whether it is true or false, maybe only they know.
"Young man, are all the examples you mentioned above true?" someone asked the young man distributing leaflets.
"It must be true. If you don't believe me, just call and ask." The young man who handed out the flyers said confidently.
In fact, most people are not bored enough to seek confirmation.
Even though the other party was so sure, most people were half-convinced.
Then, the middle-aged man wearing glasses began to speak passionately.
"These are all real examples we collected, and there are many more that we cannot write down one by one."
"We only have one life, don't delay treatment like them and end up regretting it for the rest of your life."
"Can I ask, what do you do?" someone asked again.
The middle-aged man wearing glasses took out an ID from his pocket.
"Don't worry, I am a professor at the University of Western Medicine and an educated person. I will not deceive you about this kind of thing."
"We are saddened that the broad masses of the people are still kept in the dark."
"No matter what era it is, traditional Chinese medicine is still continuing the most primitive treatment methods."
"Using grass roots, tree bark and insects to make medicine is a symbol of backwardness and ignorance."
"You have to believe in modern science. Only Western medicine represents the progress of mankind and is currently the most advanced medical treatment."
They spat and explained to the onlookers, looking like saviors.
He has no scruples in verbally criticizing Chinese medicine.
However, the opinions of the public are also various.
"Why is Chinese medicine not good enough? Failure to treat it well can only be a matter of the doctor's level."
"There are also many diseases that Western medicine cannot treat. Besides, doctors are not omnipotent."
A middle-aged man onlookers commented objectively.
Then, someone talked about their own feelings.
"Yes, the cost of Western medicine is too high. It is difficult to get a cure for a common cold without a hundred and eighty yuan. Now if you can't afford a serious illness, it can easily cost tens of thousands or hundreds of thousands."
"If everyone is like Bian Que Medical Clinic, traditional Chinese medicine is very good. It is not only low cost, but also has few side effects."
Some people who believe in traditional Chinese medicine nodded.
However, someone immediately stood up and objected, "The current Chinese medicine is not good at all. I have old rheumatism, and taking Chinese medicine has no effect."
"Yes! Traditional Chinese medicine is too slow, and there is no time to treat it," said a young man.
“Traditional Chinese medicine is indeed too mysterious, making us feel confused and unreliable,” someone else said.
At this time, an old man stood up and spoke out.
"Let me tell you, a relative of mine once suffered from a tumor, and Western medicine was preparing to perform surgery."
"The first time I opened my mouth, I asked my relatives to prepare the surgery fee of 150,000 yuan."
"I have no choice but to switch to traditional Chinese medicine for treatment. I have been taking traditional Chinese medicine for half a year. What do you think the result will be?"
"What happened in the end?" the person next to me asked curiously.
"Finally I went for a check-up and the tumor disappeared," the old man said.
"You are not a supporter of Chinese medicine, are you? You are deliberately trying to put money on the face of Chinese medicine!" Someone interjected.
The old man was not angry, but laughed.
"Hahaha, I'm here to support you. If you believe it, you'll believe it. If you don't believe it, no one will ask you to believe it!"
This kind of discussion is of various kinds, and there are different opinions. Some praise Chinese medicine, some denigrate Chinese medicine, and some even criticize Chinese medicine.
This is like a pool of water, it is not clear to begin with, and now the Anti-TCM Association is deliberately trying to confuse it.
Qin Fan stood on the small steps of the medical center.
"Everyone, please be quiet, don't crowd, and prevent stampedes."
His voice seemed to be very penetrating, reaching everyone's ears clearly.
The noisy scene suddenly stopped.
They all looked at Qin Fan, wanting to see what this little Chinese medicine doctor was going to say.
The people distributing leaflets also stopped.
Qin Fan pointed at the eldest middle-aged man in the Anti-TCM Association.
"What is your name?"
"My surname is Wang, and you are the youngest Chinese medicine practitioner in Bian Que Medical Clinic?"
The middle-aged man named Wang glanced at Qin Fan and raised the corners of his mouth.
"Oh, it's Mr. Wang. I can tell you my name. My name is Qin Fan."
Mr. Wang sneered and said, "Are you still going to shut our mouths and stop us from talking?"
"Hahaha, that's not the case." Qin Fan said with a smile.
"I see that you are almost in your fifties. You must have read a lot of books."
Mr. Wang did not answer, but slightly raised the corners of his mouth.
To say that the books he read, it would be an understatement to describe him as a man of learning and wealth.
The young man who just wanted to hit Yin Tao gave a thumbs up in a show-off tone.
"Haha, it goes without saying that this is Mr. Wang Baoguo who returned from studying in the United States."
"Graduated from New York Medical College in the United States, his teacher was Walter Raphael, an internationally renowned scientist who won the Nobel Prize in Medicine."
Suddenly, there was a burst of discussion among the onlookers, although they didn’t know what Watt Raphael looked like.
But most people have heard of scientists and the Nobel Prize.
It seems really awesome.
Qin Fan said with a smile: "So that's it. I really read a lot of poetry and books."
Wang Baoguo was also full of pride.
He returned from studying abroad and settled in Haizhou, where he devoted himself to promoting Western medicine and researching life sciences.
Being deeply educated in the West, he was even more resistant to traditional Chinese medicine.
He has sworn to eliminate traditional Chinese medicine as his own mission. It seems that he is a representative of modern life science.
"Mr. Wang, you have read a lot of poetry and books. Can I ask you a few simple questions?"
Wang Baoguo glanced at Qin Fan.
His expression was very arrogant, "Are you asking? I hope my answer can help you find your way back."
"Puch!" An Xiaoxing on the side couldn't help laughing.
The nurses in the hospital all had strange expressions on their faces.
Someone actually wants Qin Fan to find his way back.
It's just that everyone in the medical clinic who is familiar with Qin Fan's character knows that Qin Fan is going to dig a hole for him.
As expected, Qin Fan looked confused.
"Mr. Wang, when was Western medicine introduced to China? I really don't know?"
"Humph, you don't know this bit of common sense. No wonder you are studying Chinese medicine at such a young age."
Wang Baoguo snorted and began to sneer.
He wouldn't think that Qin Fan didn't even know this.
"Tell me, we really don't know." Some onlookers asked curiously.
They all speculated about one hundred years, two hundred years, etc.
Wang Baoguo frowned slightly and said to the young man next to him: "Tell them."