Just when he thought that these students were rejoicing for such a good opportunity, when he looked around, he saw eyes of doubt and dissatisfaction.
"Zhang Yang, are you friends with the owner of Wanjitang Pharmacy?" Zhao Yanyan seemed to be more sensible and asked doubtfully.
"No, we dealt with him once." Zhang Yang answered without hesitation.
What he said was true. He didn't even bother to be friends with profiteers like Zhou Yunpeng.
Of course, I would not be stupid enough to speak out about the threat of treating him for lung cancer.
"Then how are you sure he will give you such a good opportunity?"
"I guess he won't say no."
"You..." Zhao Yanyan was completely speechless, even a little angry.
"What's wrong, senior? Don't you believe me?"
"Usually, he doesn't agree when we go to Wanjitang Pharmacy for free clinics."
Zhao Yanyan was a little excited when he spoke, and continued: "Not only did he disagree, but he would send people to drive us away even when we held free clinics near his pharmacy, saying he was afraid that we would blindly diagnose people without knowing anything and affect their business."
"That's right, his pharmacies are everywhere in Donghai City, and there are no places where we want to give free clinics."
"Yes, even the community has his pharmacy, but he doesn't allow us to enter the community."
"People like this will pay us to hire us, so stop making such jokes."
The people below immediately spoke angrily, not knowing whether to express their hatred for Zhou Yunpeng or because they thought Zhang Yang's joke like this was a bit too much.
When Zhang Yang heard their discussion, he understood that Zhou Yunpeng's grandson's business was indeed very big, and he even had pharmacies opened in every corner of Donghai City.
Furthermore, the grandson is afraid that these students' free clinics will affect the so-called experts in his pharmacy, and his business will be greatly reduced.
He took advantage of his social connections to drive away the students, leaving them with no room for free clinics.
However, this also strengthened his idea of killing him well, and he would feel more at ease if he let him bleed more.
"Everyone, please be quiet."
Ren Shengqian waved his hands and made a downward gesture and continued: "Don't question it yet. Maybe Zhang Yang really has such good social connections, and everyone should trust him."
Although his words were intended to support Zhang Yang, the look of pride and disdain on his face was clearly just watching the fun.
"Thank you." Zhang Yang thanked him generously.
He knew that at this time he should maintain his demeanor the most, and maintaining his demeanor was the best counterattack against Ren Zhengzhen.
"You're welcome, everyone should thank you for this opportunity."
Ren Shengchen continued cunningly and hypocritically: "Our leaders of the External Relations Department sitting here will all thank you. This is a good opportunity to enhance our visibility and prestige."
"Don't worry, I won't let you down." Zhang Yang replied with a smile.
After a pause, he looked around at the students sitting there and continued: "If you believe in my outstanding students, then ask Vice Minister Zhao to sign up. She will decide the standards for excellence. We will gather at the school gate tomorrow morning."
After finishing speaking, he ignored everyone and walked out of the conference room directly.
The best way to respond to doubts is to speak with facts. He doesn't want to waste more time on unnecessary explanations.
"Zhang Yang..." Zhao Yanyan's anxious voice came.
"What's wrong, senior? Are you reluctant to let me go?" Zhang Yang asked with a wicked smile.
"I believe you." Zhao Yanyan blushed, but her tone was extremely firm.
Since everyone questioned Zhang Yang, it was obviously unfair for him to stay for the meeting, so she stopped trying to persuade him to stay.
In my heart, I felt that such an opportunity was incredible, but I had an inexplicable trust in him.
There is a special charm in him that attracts him.
"See you at the school gate tomorrow morning."
"Well, see you tomorrow morning."
It was already the end of get out of class, and the school was extremely lively.
Tomorrow is the weekend, which puts a look of excitement on the faces of these usually depressed students.
Zhang Yang suddenly had the idea of wanting to see Guo Changshun. Since he had returned from Zheng Binhao's place, he should tell him.
When I walked to the door of the principal's office, there was a sound of birdsong that I couldn't understand. It seemed that there were guests inside.
He was about to turn around and leave when the office door suddenly opened and several foreigners came out.
These foreigners were none other than Steve and the others who had been infected by the Yin Snake Gu. They were also stunned when they saw Zhang Yang.
The foreigner, whose arm was removed by Zhang Yang in one move, lowered his head and said a few bird words to Steve.
Steve's eyes immediately looked at him, full of surprise.
"Thank you." Steve actually spoke simple Chinese and greeted with a smile.
"You're welcome."
Zhang Yang responded with a smile, thinking that since he could say thank you, he would definitely understand what he said.
Of course, the main reason is that I don’t know bird language, otherwise I would definitely reply in bird language to show off.
"I hope I have the opportunity to treat you to dinner."
Unexpectedly, Steve spoke a lot of Chinese. Although he spoke close to bird language, Zhang Yang could still understand it if he looked carefully.
"Let's talk about it when I'm free."
Steve looked confused after hearing this, obviously not understanding it. Only after the subordinates around him whispered something in a low voice did he look like he suddenly understood.
If a Chinese person was Zhang Yang's direct rejection, he would definitely be angry and even think this sentence was very disrespectful.
Maybe this foreigner is more practical and really thought he was unavailable, but Steve didn't feel dissatisfied at all.
"Zhang Yang, why are you here?"
Guo Changshun, who walked out with the last foreigner, looked surprised when he saw him.
"I'll treat you to dinner when you're free, bye." Steve said goodbye with a smile.
"Bye-Bye."
This was the only bird song that Zhang Yang knew, and he finally said it.
After Guo Changshun personally sent Steve and others to the car, he turned around and walked back.
Zhang Yang also knew from the reporters that Steve was a very arrogant person.
It is still the largest investor that has just arrived in China. It is no wonder that Vice President Guo Changshun attaches so much importance to it.
"Mr. Steve is here to express his gratitude."
Guo Changshun enthusiastically took his arm and walked into the office to explain.
There is a red and gold banner on the sofa in the office, with the words "Miaoshou Rejuvenation" written on it. It seems that this foreigner has begun to follow the customs in China.
I wonder if there is a custom of sending banners abroad, Zhang Yang thought to himself.
"You saved his life, so you should be grateful." Zhang Yang replied with a smile.
"Wrong, you saved his life."
Guo Changshun continued firmly: "He is very interested in you and wants to meet you alone. I originally wanted to call you, but he just left in a hurry because the company had something to ask him about."
"I'm not interested in him." Zhang Yang looked indifferent.
"Well, Director Zhao called me at noon and asked me to take special care of you. It seems that you did a good job."
Guo Changshun had admiration on his face. Although he didn't know who Director Zhao was, it was a big deal to have the mayor make a phone call in person.
What's more, he also heard that it was because the mayor was on a business trip. If he was in Donghai, he would probably accompany him personally.
"With you here, I have been given special care."
Zhang Yang didn't forget to try to please him, but what he said was true.
"By the way, the competition proposition for this Three Kingdoms Invitational Tournament has been announced."
Guo Changshun changed the topic, returned to his desk, flipped through a document, and continued: "It's about the analysis and treatment of brain death."
"Is it certain to be dead after brain death? What else should be analyzed and treated?"
Zhang Yang knew that the so-called brain death means that the patient still has a heartbeat but cannot breathe at all. The function of the brain has been lost. This is a patient who is judged to be dead by the hospital.
"Ordinarily that's the case, but since Japan has proposed such a proposition, we still have to study it carefully."
"Why did they come up with the proposition?" Zhang Yang asked curiously.
"This is a common practice. The three countries take turns to present propositions about difficult and complicated diseases to see whose analysis is more reasonable, and even to see if there are any treatment plans and methods."
Guo Changshun's words have made it very clear that they are not necessarily healing, but analysis.
Of course, it would be better if a treatment method could be found, and the medical community would solve another major problem.
Zhang Yang originally wanted to ask himself what proposition Huaxia had originally proposed, but considering that it had been at the bottom for five years, it would be better to simply rub salt into the wound.
"My theory is not very good, so as for the analysis, I'd better leave it to the experts in neurology." Zhang Yang said.
Since it is an analysis, there are many things involved in the pathology of theoretical writing.
And he knew nothing about those things, which made him want to quit.
Originally, he was not interested in the Three Kingdoms Invitational Tournament, so it was reasonable to withdraw for such a reason.
"You don't have to be modest. You don't know the specific situation yet. This is a rare opportunity. I have already signed up for you."
Guo Changshun's eyes flashed with cunning, and he continued: "There can only be three people participating, so we must go through an assessment and competition before we can determine who will participate."
He thought to himself that the Zhumen Chunyang True Fire could cure almost all diseases, and with the acupuncture used by Zhang Yang to reduce the fever last time, a miracle might really happen.
However, competition in the hospital is fierce, and everyone wants to take advantage of this opportunity to become famous. As for the internal competition, he cannot help him.
"Well, I'm mainly afraid of discrediting China." Zhang Yang said with a bad smile.
"We have been at the bottom for five years. If you can compete and win a spot, you have already proven your ability."
Guo Changshun took a deep breath and continued: "This is a rare opportunity to practice. You are still young. Even if you lose, others will not blame you."
"Okay then, I'll go back and do some research."
Originally, there was nothing wrong with coming to see him this time, and there was no point in staying any longer.
After Zhang Yang finished speaking, he stood up and left.
It's almost dusk, and the afterglow of the setting sun is shining on the earth, filling everything with soft and warm light.
When Zhang Yang returned to the villa, Ouyang Ting and Shen Xue had already finished school and were sitting on the sofa eating snacks and watching TV with a leisurely expression.
"Brother, are you back? I heard you were injured?"
After Shen Xue saw him, she immediately jumped up on the sofa and ran over and asked with concern.
She is still wearing the same white turtleneck sweater and blue jeans, full of youthful vitality.
Although the pair of peaks on the chest are not fully developed, they are already quite large. The perfect outline beats happily with the pace, making Zhang Yang confused for a while. (To be continued)