However, seeing Zhang Yang and the others still busy with acupuncture treatment, they felt nervous and even had an ominous premonition.
This time the Three Kingdoms Invitational Tournament has been heavily hyped. Just looking at the dozens of domestic and foreign media reporters at the back tables carrying long guns and short guns, you can imagine the level of attention it has received.
Originally, it is a good thing to attract attention, but once it loses, Chinese medicine will disappoint people even more.
As the leader of the Chinese Medicine Delegation, one can imagine the pressure he is under.
Qi Chen and Tian Dong also had anxious looks on their faces. Although they spoke loudly, they were definitely looking forward to winning the game.
"Look, everyone, the patient is sitting up."
"awesome,"
…
Surprise and admiration came from the crowd below, and the Japanese delegation had a look of pride and excitement on their faces.
boom!
Mr. Fujita and another member of the delegation helped the patient out.
Wow...
There was thunderous applause. At this moment, simply solving a medical problem cannot express the excitement of the people sitting here. What is more important is that the patient has regained consciousness and his life has been saved.
The patient is also a middle-aged woman in her forties. Although she can stand and walk, her body is still weak, her eyes are dull, and she has no reaction to the applause below.
Relatives of several patients immediately came forward to greet him, bursting into tears with excitement and wanting to hug their loved ones immediately.
Fujita-kun and the two stopped them, and after persuading them with chirping birdsong for a while, they led the patient into the physical condition examination room on one side.
The proposition was made by the Japanese delegation, so they brought the patients from China, which makes communication more convenient.
The first session of the Three Kingdoms Invitational Tournament was started with the purpose of exchanging medical skills. It was not a competition, and there were no so-called expert referees.
What's more, those participating in the competition are all elite representatives of medical skills from various countries. The effectiveness of treatment can best represent the level of treatment as long as the physical condition is measured based on medical equipment.
"I would like to ask Dr. Fujita, is the blood you use specially developed in Japan for treatment?"
A Chinese reporter couldn't help but stand up and asked curiously.
With the same proud look on his fat face, Yu Yiwen walked up to Mr. Fujita and after a chatty exchange, he replied: "Yes, this is a blood sample specially developed by Japan for brain-dead patients. We will continue to develop and promote pharmaceuticals in the future."
.”
"So when will it be available for sale?"
As a media, we are unwilling to let go of any valuable news clues.
Therefore, if you seize the opportunity to ask questions, you will break the casserole and get to the bottom of it. If you can make a special topic, it will definitely attract more attention.
"Chinese traditional Chinese medicine is not broad and profound, so why do you still pay attention to the launch time of Western medicine drugs?"
Fujita-kun did not translate this time, but asked in unfluent Chinese with a proud look on his face.
Everyone sitting here could hear that he was openly provoking and mocking. The Chinese reporter obviously did not expect that he would be so arrogant, and was speechless for a moment.
"Medical skills respect no national boundaries. As long as they can save patients' lives, they are worthy of promotion and respected by the world."
Tian Dong's face was also extremely ugly, but he still stood up and said.
Acupuncture, as a treatment method of traditional Chinese medicine, is undoubtedly the most representative, so China's No. 1 acupuncture has a relatively higher reputation.
Although his words were generous, they were obviously lacking in confidence.
"Haha, if we develop it in Japan, we will definitely promote it in our own country first. We have no plans to market the drug in China yet."
"you……"
Mr. Fujita's words became even more arrogant, making Tian Dong's face full of anger, but unable to refute him.
The Chinese reporter could only shake his head helplessly and sat down again, knowing that if he continued to ask questions, he would only be humiliating himself.
boom!
The door of the treatment room of the representative of Huaxia Traditional Chinese Medicine suddenly opened, and Zhang Yang and three others walked out one after another.
Everyone's eyes immediately focused on the screen. What they were most concerned about at the moment was the patient's condition, that is, the effect of the treatment.
The patient lay quietly on the treatment bed without any reaction. The entire screen was like a picture without a trace of life.
Guo Changshun breathed a long sigh of relief, with a helpless smile on his face. He raised his head and stared blankly at the ceiling, his eyes flashing with tears.
"Come over and sit down. Just do your best."
Tian Dong stood up, forced a smile on his face, and greeted the three of them.
There was silence in the hall. No one asked, and no one wanted to rub salt into the wounds of the losing party. All Chinese people's faces were filled with disappointment.
Mr. Fujita's insulting remarks about Chinese traditional medicine just now made them angry, but the failure of his delegation forced them to endure this humiliation.
"Zhang Yang……"
Su Jin'er walked quickly in front of him, with tears shining in her bright eyes. Even though there were thousands of words of comfort in her heart, she couldn't say a single word.
She knew that Zhang Yang had high hopes, and the failure at this time was undoubtedly the biggest blow to him.
Chinese people value honor more than life. She was worried that Zhang Yang would be crushed by public condemnation and did not want to see his cheerful personality change due to this.
"What's wrong?" Zhang Yang asked with a charming smile on his face.
"Are you OK?"
"What can happen to me? Are you expecting something to happen to me?" How could Zhang Yang not know what she was thinking and asked deliberately.
"No, there is a Chinese saying that failure is the mother of success. Do you know what it means?"
Su Jin'er's bright eyes were filled with tears, but she pretended to be relaxed and joked. Her sad expression moved everyone present.
No one would smile at her joke. She had already declared her love for Zhang Yang, and her actions at this time were regarded by everyone as a way to comfort her boyfriend.
The tears in her eyes made everyone feel sad.
"I just want to know who is the biological father of Success?"
puff!
Su Jin'er couldn't help but laugh out loud, tears streaming down her face at the same time, and she suddenly threw herself into his arms.
"I like your nonsense the most, and I don't want to see you change at all."
"Isn't it okay to grow old?" Zhang Yang was moved and said softly, stroking her hair.
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Su Jin'er's true expression moved everyone present, but Zhang Yang's ridiculing words filled the Chinese people with anger.
Guo Changshun clenched his fists tightly, wishing he could rush over and punch him twice.
Qi Chen and Tian Dong couldn't help but smile, looking at this top student with helpless and frustrated expressions.
They almost all have the same idea. It doesn't matter if you lose, but you have to be a little sad, even if you show a little bit of self-blame and sadness, it's easier to explain.
But now he actually wants to pick up girls and flirt with her. Isn't he too shameless?
Feng Yanran wanted to comfort him, but as a company manager, she cared about the company's image and face, so she kept lowering her head and wiping tears.
She was not as straightforward and generous as Su Jin'er, but when she saw the scene between the two of them, she began to regret it.
Zhang Yang had been trying his best to help her and did too many things that he didn't want to do. But at this time when he encountered doubts and failures, he hesitated and rushed to him to be his support.
"Mr. Zhang Yang, don't you think your current attitude is disrespectful to the patient?"
A Chinese reporter could no longer hold back his anger and rushed over and asked loudly.
Zhang Yang looked up and was immediately stunned. It turned out that the reporter was Meng Wanting from China Morning Post.
Maybe there were too many reporters, and her small body would definitely not be able to squeeze in among others, so I didn't even notice that she had arrived at the scene.
"Which media reporter are you from?" Su Jin'er pushed Zhang Yang away and asked with an excited look on her pretty face.
"China Morning News."
"Then I would like to ask, is your current anger a sign of respect for him?"
Su Jin'er paused for a moment, wiped her tears with her little hand, looked around and continued: "I know you are all looking forward to him crying, just to satisfy your inner national dignity and make him feel that he has failed to win glory for China.
And sad.”
"But why don't you participate in the competition? Can he represent China? He is a student, and being able to participate in the competition shows his medical potential."
Su Jin'er pointed at Mr. Fujita with her little finger and continued: "How old is the old man? He is so complacent about winning against a young man. Don't you feel ashamed? When Zhang Yang reaches his age, maybe the dead can be saved."
When Mr. Fujita heard her words, his face turned red, showing embarrassment. He thought to himself, "I'm not that old. How can I call me an old man when I'm only in my thirties?"
However, this age gap is a reality. When I heard that the other party was actually a student, I felt that winning was not that glorious.
Guo Changshun's inner anger immediately turned into guilt. Zhang Yang had never wanted to participate in the competition, but he had been persuading him.
Can you blame him for the failure now?
Besides, would anyone else have won the game?
"Are you all going to be happy just to see him crippled by failure?"
"That's not what I meant..." Meng Wanting blushed and didn't know how to explain.
"Since you Chinese traditional medicine doctors cannot treat our patient, we can only treat her ourselves."
After Fujita-kun finished speaking, he turned around and walked towards the treatment room.
Su Jin'er's words immediately changed the situation. Her arrogant heart was hit hard and she didn't want to continue to be entangled.
If you save the patient again, it will be the best insult to China.
"Wait a minute, you can't go in." Zhang Yang suddenly shouted loudly, causing the eyes of the people around him to focus on him again.
"Why? Since you can't cure you, why aren't we allowed to treat the patient?" Mr. Fujita asked with a sneer.
"I just don't want you to disturb the patient."
"Disturbing the patient? Haha, is a brain-dead patient still afraid of being disturbed?" Mr. Fujita said sarcastically with a wild smile.
"Yes, the patient has been comatose for such a long time. It would be a good thing if he could be disturbed."
"Is it because he can't bear the blow of failure and refuses to accept reality?"
"No way, the look on my face when I was trying to pick up girls just now was really cool."