He is a Western medicine doctor and has little knowledge of many theories of Chinese medicine.
There are many citizens like him.
Everyone has curiosity, especially when encountering new knowledge. Everyone has curiosity.
But at the same time, the topic of the efficacy of traditional Chinese medicine has also been raised.
This topic was quickly uploaded to the Internet and received widespread attention from the medical community at home and abroad.
Far away in New York, USA.
Walter Raphael and his blonde assistant Joan Joyce walked into the Empire State Building.
The two took the elevator until they reached the thirty-second floor.
Came to an office.
The blonde assistant Joan Joyce knocked on the door. When she heard the voice inside, she opened the door and bowed to let Walter Raphael in first.
Seeing the two people arriving, the people inside laughed happily.
"Hahaha, hello, my great doctor, Mr. Raphael."
"And the beautiful Miss Joan Joyce."
"Hello, Chairman Hill." Walter Raphael and Joan Joyce greeted each other.
Both sides embraced warmly.
"Please sit down, you two. I have specially reserved my time today for you two." The man named Chairman Hill said.
His full name is Richards Hill, and he is the chairman of the American Medical Association.
He is about fifty years old and has typical European characteristics.
She has a fair complexion, slightly yellow hair, a very tall figure, and a huge beer belly.
An assistant came over to make coffee for Walter Raphael and Joan Joyce respectively.
"Chairman Hill, China's witch doctor has new news." Watt Raphael said.
"Oh~" Richards Hill put down the coffee in his hand.
"Mr. Raphael, are there any results from the experimental analysis of Chinese willow bone grafting?"
Walter Raphael shook his head and sighed heavily.
"There are some results, but it is impossible to completely crack it. According to my research, this should be the effect of the special herbs used by the Chinese people."
Richards Hill didn't speak, and tapped his five fingers on the table rhythmically.
"Chairman Hill, we need to pay attention. If this kind of medical technology is used on a large scale, it will be a disaster for us!"
Richards Hill also nodded slightly.
He took out a cigar, lit it, and took a few puffs.
Then he slowly said: "We really can't let it go. Whether it's walnut branches, eggs or willow wood, it's incredible."
"If it is promoted on a large scale, our consortium will not agree."
Walter Raphael winked at his blond assistant Joan Joyce.
Joan Joyce opened the notebook in her hand.
Put it in front of Richards Hill, "Chairman Hill, take a look at this video."
"It's a special program from the Chinese Doctors' Day."
She stood behind Richards Hill and translated for him.
Although the translation is not so accurate, it is still close to ten.
After Richards Hill read the whole thing, he rubbed the cigar vigorously in the ashtray.
"Okay, I understand everything. I will communicate with China and it must be contained."
The three of them chatted for a while before leaving.
Richards Hill thought for a long time before making an international long-distance call.
That number is clearly the capital of China.
After chatting happily on the phone for a long time, he hung up.
Beijing, the ancient capital of several dynasties, not only has a profound cultural heritage, but also lacks modern elements.
The city is very beautiful, but no one would have thought that behind the beauty and prosperity, there is also a side that harbors evil and evil.
The Western capital market has been deployed for hundreds of years, so how can it be possible for traditional Chinese medicine to easily occupy the market?
Haizhou’s Doctors’ Day is like the straw that breaks the camel’s back.
The Western capital market finally no longer tolerates the development of traditional Chinese medicine led by Qin Fan.
A small car drove out of the Huichun Hall of the Lu family.
Jiang Shiwen was silent all the way, but today she received a mysterious phone call.
The other party claimed that her surname was Bai and asked her to meet at the Jianguomen Hotel in Beijing.
She didn't know who the other party was.
But the other party knew her well and even had her phone number.
I also know the purpose of her careful layout.
Who could this be?
Jiang Shiwen naturally would not trust the other party easily, but something the other party said touched her.
He said that he could help accomplish things that Jiang Shiwen might not be able to prevent, and that he was a person with background.
Indeed, Jiang Shiwen is very anxious now. She is becoming more and more passive towards Qin Fan's rise, and even feels powerless but weak.
This forced Jiang Shiwen to seize every opportunity.
She agreed to meet and only brought Quan Fang with her.
Went to the tea house on the fifth floor of Jianguomen Hotel and found the agreed upon private room.
"Quan Fang, just wait for me outside." Jiang Shiwen said.
"Madam..." Quan Fang was a little worried.
Jiang Shiwen smiled slightly and signaled Quan Fang to feel at ease.
She pushed the door open and went in.
Only then did I realize that in addition to an automatic mahjong machine, this private room also has a coffee table, sofa, TV, bathroom, etc.
This kind of private room is a large private room for guests to play mahjong for entertainment.
The other party deliberately chose this place to avoid being noticed.
No one would have thought that this was a secret conversation.
There was already a middle-aged man in his fifties on the sofa, with eyes like an eagle, wearing a summer Tang suit of black silk with a dark red word "Fu".
"Hello, Mr. Jiang is a hero among women. I have heard about it for a long time." The man stood up to greet him.
Jiang Shiwen never lost her noble upbringing, she nodded slightly.
"Are you Mr. Bai?"
"Yes, that's exactly what I called you." Mr. Bai said with a smile, "I know Mr. Jiang likes tea, so I've already made it for you."
He stretched out his hand in a gesture of invitation.
Jiang Shiwen sat down and looked at the other person as well.
She said straight to the point: "Mr. Bai, since I'm here to accept the appointment, I want to know who asked you to come."
Mr. Bai smiled. He knew very well that this was the first step to win Jiang Shiwen's trust.
He wrote a name on the table with tea.
Jiang Shiwen suddenly showed a look of horror.
"If Mr. Jiang doesn't believe it, you can call this number and ask."
Mr. Bai wrote down a number again.
Jiang Shiwen took out her mobile phone and dialed the number, and was quickly connected.
It was a very dignified male voice.
The other party seemed to have guessed that Jiang Shiwen would call, and after a few words, Jiang Shiwen had no doubts at all.
Mr. Bai smiled and wiped the traces on the coffee table clean with his hand.
"I didn't expect him to ask you to come here." Jiang Shiwen said.
"Yes, Mr. Jiang must be confused by the rise of Bian Que Medical Center now, and even a little helpless, right?"
Mr. Bai is also very direct, and he also directly attacks Jiang Shiwen's weaknesses.
"Tell me, what conditions do you want?"
"Hahaha, Mr. Jiang is worrying too much. The boss said there are no conditions." Mr. Bai laughed.
"So simple? Are you kidding me?"
Jiang Shiwen couldn't help but frown. She had lived for decades and never believed that pie would fall from the sky.
Mr. Bai picked up the tea cup and took a sip.
"Because we have a common enemy. As the saying goes, the enemy of our enemy is our friend."
"Qin Fan is too dazzling and too young. Many people don't like him."
"A Qin Fan who controls the Jiang family is even more terrifying than he is now!"
Hearing this, Jiang Shiwen suddenly understood.
This reason seems to be valid.
If Qin Fan becomes the master of Bian Que Hall, the Jiang family's financial resources and influence will indeed be enough to make those predators tremble.
It may also affect the interests of the capital market in China.
"Then Mr. Bai invited me over, wouldn't it just be a casual chat?"
"Of course not. Since we want to be allies, we naturally have to cooperate sincerely."
"The above means that next we will help you stop Qin Fan and make your layout more perfect."
"Is it that simple?" Jiang Shiwen asked curiously.
"Yes, it's that simple, but we hope that Mr. Jiang can make sure that nothing goes wrong."
"Oh, Mr. Bai, do you have any ideas?"
Mr. Bai looked at Jiang Shiwen and smiled lightly.
"Mr. Jiang doesn't know that Mr. Jiang has been to Haizhou and Linhai."
"What?" Jiang Shiwen blurted out in shock.
She quickly calmed down, "How did you know?"
"Mr. Jiang, I have my own information channels." Mr. Bai had no intention of revealing his background.
"I can only tell you that both times, the old man arrived in Hong Kong first and then went over."
"As for what he is going to do, you should know better than me."
Jiang Shiwen suddenly remembered that his father Jiang Cheng once gave Lu Zhiwen a calligraphy set.
That is Cao Zhi's seven-step poem.
They are born from the same root, so there is no need to rush into mutual conflict.
She suddenly understood that this was Jiang Cheng's reminder to Lu Zhiwen.
Suddenly, her defenses were in chaos, and she felt a little unprepared.
Mr. Bai continued: "So, you should know what to do."
"Otherwise, no matter how good your layout is, there will still be big loopholes."
"Even if the four major families come together to supervise your agreement, they may be overturned in the end and all your efforts will be undone."
Jiang Shiwen's mood was very complicated.
She is cruel and cruel, and she does whatever she wants, but Jiang Cheng is still her father after all.