But when you think about it, there's nothing surprising.
Ye Laoben has the title of Miracle Doctor Ye.
His medical skills are among the best in the entire Jiangnan region.
As the host, it is normal for him to sit on the rostrum.
Under the rostrum, there are thousands of seats.
It's almost full.
Professor Lin asked everyone to sit down in the back, and told them one by one to pay attention to discipline, not to whisper to each other, and to listen carefully to the experiences exchanged by the experts.
Then he called squad leader Tang Xuemei aside.
After some more warnings.
Then he walked to the front row.
Zhao Xiaobo curiously called Tang Xuemei over and asked: "Monitor, where is Professor Lin?"
Tang Xuemei whispered: "Professor Lin said that he is a member of the Municipal Traditional Chinese Medicine Association and has reserved a seat for him in the front row. He wants to go and sit in the front row and let me be responsible for maintaining discipline in the class."
Zhao Xiaobo nodded in understanding.
He rolled his eyes twice and said, "Brothers, why don't we go for a walk. Sitting here and listening to the lecture is a bit boring."
Zhou Peng had no objections.
Roda was a little hesitant. He said, "However, Professor Lin is talking about experts and scholars. It is a rare opportunity to exchange experiences. It would be a pity to miss it."
Zhao Xiaobo said disapprovingly: "Hey, just listen to him. What's the pity? It's not like we haven't listened to the lectures. We don't have much work at all, so we are just bragging about ourselves. These old Chinese doctors are very proud of themselves.
, I don’t want to hand over my unique skills to others easily.”
What he said was very rough.
But the truth is good.
Wu Yong also deeply agreed. When he was chatting with Mr. Ye, he also heard Mr. Ye talk about it.
The traditional Chinese medicine community has a very serious concept of being stuck in its ways.
It's called communication.
In fact, the practical information provided is very limited, and they are all superficial things.
Roda was hesitant. Seeing this, Zhao Xiaobo simply pulled him up.
"Stop worrying and let's go."
Tang Xuemei is right next to her.
Seeing that the four of them were about to leave, they quickly stopped them: "No, you can't leave. Professor Lin told me that I must organize everyone."
Zhou Peng pursed his lips towards the other students and whispered: "Monitor, just keep quiet. Look at how seriously everyone is listening. No one pays attention to us at all."
As he said that, he walked away with his back straight.
Tang Xuemei wanted to say something else, but Wu Yong smiled lightly and said: "Monitor, take care of the other students. Just leave the three of them to me. Nothing will go wrong. I will be responsible for anything that happens."
"
this……
Tang Xuemei glanced deeply at Wu Yong.
The eyes are a little complicated.
If someone else said this, she would definitely not agree.
Maybe they will even say something like: Are you responsible if something goes wrong? Can you afford it?
But when the words came out of Wu Yong's mouth, it was completely different.
The last incident of imprisonment.
Tang Xuemei has witnessed Wu Yong’s strength.
Such a big thing can be easily settled, and the power behind it is not trivial.
So after a little hesitation.
Tang Xuemei said: "Well, just don't let them cause any trouble."
Wu Yong smiled lightly and said, "Don't worry."
…
After the four people left their seats.
Zhao Xiaobo looked towards the second floor curiously.
He pointed to the top and said: "You see, the upstairs seems to be divided into many stalls, and some people are taking pulses of others above."
Rhoda saw it too.
He asked curiously: "Could that be the Chinese medicine competition that Professor Lin mentioned?"
Zhou Peng looked at his watch and saw that there was still an hour and a half until three o'clock.
It shouldn't be time yet.
Zhou Peng then said: "I guess not. It may be that the experts who came to the conference registered temporarily to treat people."
In fact, what Zhou Peng said is indeed correct.
The people sitting at the temporary booth on the second floor are really experts from all over the world.
This is also a beautiful sight at the Huaxia Traditional Chinese Medicine Forum.
Whenever the forum is held.
An area will be temporarily set aside, and Chinese medicine experts from all over the world, either personally or by sending their disciples, will set up a booth to sit in for consultation.
This has three purposes.
One is to carry forward the spirit of traditional Chinese medicine, to help the world by hanging the pot, and to relieve patients with difficult and complicated diseases.
The second is to communicate with each other. When encountering difficult problems, Chinese medicine practitioners from different factions and different regions can jointly diagnose and treat, discuss reasonable countermeasures, and confirm each other to promote medical progress.
San Ni also has the meaning of fighting in a competitive arena, where each family displays its strengths and promotes its status in the field of traditional Chinese medicine.
For those who are unable to participate in the Traditional Chinese Medicine Competition.
It is also a way to improve one's status in the industry.
The three of them became more curious as they watched.
We unanimously decided to go up and see what it was about.
But as soon as they reached the stairs, several people were stopped.
The security staff asked: "Do you have an invitation letter or an expert number?"
Zhao Xiaobo scratched his head and said, "The invitation is with our teacher. What is the expert number?"
The security staff said: "If you want to go to the second floor to observe or receive expert treatment, you must have an invitation letter or expert number. Since you don't have an invitation letter, you must have an expert number for online reservations. But I think
You must not have one either, so don’t lean up and just stay in the lobby."
ah!
The three of them looked at each other in shock.
After working on it for a long time, I couldn't get up.
How can this be done?
The three of them were at a loss and finally turned their attention to Wu Yong.
When Wu Yong saw this, he couldn't laugh or cry: "What do you think I am doing? I don't have these two things."
Zhou Peng said: "Boss, we know that you have great powers, you must have a way, right?"
Zhao Xiaobo echoed: "That's right, you are so awesome, you might as well get an invitation letter."
Wu Yong asked: "Do you really want to go?"
The three of them nodded eagerly at the same time.
Wu Yong said: "Okay, let me try."
He thought that it shouldn't be difficult to deal with this matter if he approached Mr. Ye.
So he took out his mobile phone and was about to call Mr. Ye.
At this time, a cold voice came from behind: "Wu Yong."
Wu Yong turned around.
It turned out to be Ye Zhiqiu.
She wore a white cheongsam. The skirt of the cheongsam hung at her knees, revealing a section of her green-white calves.
Her skin, as white and tender as jade, reflected the sunlight and was particularly dazzling.
Look carefully.
She had light makeup on her face and her black hair was tied back, like a person who had stepped out of glamour.
But his expression is still cold.
Like an iceberg that never melts.
She is very worthy of her title of "Iceberg Goddess".
Zhou Peng and the other two people were drooling as they looked at it. They kept gulping and swallowing, and rushed to say hello:
"Ye...Teacher Ye, why are you here?"
"That's right, I haven't seen you for a long time. Where have you been during this time?"
"We all miss you so much."
Ye Zhiqiu seemed not to hear it.
Completely ignore the three of them.
Staring directly at Wu Yong, he opened his mouth and asked, "Why are you here? Did my grandfather ask you to come over and represent Jiangnan Province in the Traditional Chinese Medicine Competition?" (To be continued)