Professor Che did not explain too much. He said harsh words with a very simple purpose: these students must shut up.
He was thinking about the Clay Fund Group. Ning Feiyang gave forty places, all from the Medical College of Western Medicine, but that was just a verbal promise. If it made him unhappy, he wouldn't be given a single place, and there would be no chance.
Reason somewhere.
Professor Che made arrangements here and took the initiative to go to the School of Traditional Chinese Medicine and say hello to Geng Guotang.
"Old Geng, are you here?" Professor Che's attitude was very humble.
"I can't help it, I'm really worried about these little bastards." Geng Guotang said with a smile.
Professor Che shook his head and said, "With Ning Feiyang here, why are you worried?"
"Traditional Chinese medicine is all about inheritance. No matter how great Ning Feiyang's medical skills are, if others don't buy it, there's nothing we can do. I look like a real doctor and guide them," Geng Guotang said.
"That's right, Lao Geng. If you need any help here, I'll come." Professor Che rolled up his sleeves.
Geng Guotang pointed at Professor Che, shook his head and said, "I know what you are worried about. Just rest assured. Ning Feiyang will never go back on what he promised."
"Am I that kind of person?" Professor Che asked.
"Okay, I'll tell Feiyang to change the quota." Geng Guotang turned around.
Professor Che grabbed him and said, "Old Geng, don't make trouble, don't make trouble, hehe."
The two chatted for a while, then each returned to the workbench, set out the table and banners, put on their white coats, and began to wait.
"It's not an option for us to wait like this. I see there are a lot of people in the square over there, so go over there and bring some people over." Ning Feiyang said.
"Will people regard us as liars?" Zhu Ruotong was a little worried.
Ning Feiyang said with a smile: "Don't worry, it's getting cold now. Those old people are sunbathing and chatting. You can watch the fun. Their speed is guaranteed to be faster than you."
Zhu Ruotong held a skeptical attitude, took the electric horn, and walked over there with Ning Feiyang.
She was originally full of confidence, but when she was approaching the square, she picked up the electric horn and was still nervous and speechless.
"I'll do it." Ning Feiyang said with a smile.
He picked up the electric horn, cleared his throat, turned it on, and said: "Fellow folks, grandparents, uncles and aunts, if you are passing by, don't miss it..."
I'm dizzy!
When Zhu Ruotong heard this, he turned off the speaker in time and asked: "Ning Feiyang, I heard your slogan, why is it like a street sale?"
"I didn't say Jiangnan Leather Factory closed down, it's already good." Ning Feiyang smiled and turned on the loudspeaker and continued shouting, "Big sale, big price reduction, right in front of Jinlian Supermarket, everyone, go and take a look
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This voice really caught everyone's attention.
When they heard that there were products on sale, those old ladies and aunts stood up and walked quickly towards the entrance of the supermarket.
That speed is faster than a rabbit!
"This move of yours is really too poisonous." Zhu Ruotong took a look and saw that all the people in the square, which had been so dark, disappeared in the blink of an eye.
"Go back quickly, you will be busy next time." Ning Feiyang said with a smile.
Zhu Ruotong frowned and said, "Wouldn't it be very depressing for them to find out that they were cheated?"
"It doesn't matter. There are free clinics anywhere and they don't charge money. They will be happy after they go there," Ning Feiyang said.
Zhu Ruotong was doubtful. When he arrived at the supermarket door, he found that no one complained.
What was depressing was that there was a long queue at the Western Medicine booth, while at the College of Traditional Chinese Medicine, there were only a few people.
The gap is too big.
"Ning Feiyang, people are here, but there seems to be a big gap between what we expected." Zhu Ruotong said helplessly.
These students at the College of Traditional Chinese Medicine were in a bad mood when they saw such a scene.
This shows a very serious problem, society does not recognize them.
The students at the Western Medical College remained silent and looked here from time to time, with a hint of contempt in their eyes.
"Traditional Chinese medicine is not bad either, but these people are really going too far." Yan Feng said angrily.
"That is, raising an army for a thousand days and using it for a while. During this period, I have worked so hard and won scholarships twice in a row. Such outstanding students have no place to use themselves." Su Yi shook his head and said.
Several people sighed, and the atmosphere became even heavier.
"Cheer up, there are some old people here, let me diagnose them," Ning Feiyang said.
If you want to attract their attention, you must show your true skills.
"How about you old people, come here and let me take your pulse?" Ning Feiyang said with a smile.
"No, we just sat here for a while because there were many people over there. We will go there again when there are fewer people over there." The old man refused.
This sentence is tantamount to sticking a knife in their chest.
The most terrible thing is that the other elderly people also nodded. It was obvious that they were also going to Western medicine.
This is embarrassing.
Everyone's eyes fell on Ning Feiyang, waiting for him to break the situation.
Geng Guotang also said nothing. He was also watching to see what kind of answer Ning Feiyang could give.
Ning Feiyang smiled and signaled everyone not to be anxious. His eyes fell on the old man in dark green clothes and said, "Old man, have you been suffering from insomnia and dreaminess, and the quality of your sleep is not high?"
"That's right." The old man replied.
It's normal to have insomnia and dreams, and he didn't think Ning Feiyang was that powerful.
"When you were young, you suffered from fatigue, dog days, and heatstroke for about forty years. I wonder if what I said is right?" Ning Feiyang continued.
Huh?
When these words were said, everyone was slightly shocked.
"Old man Zhang, I remember you said this. When you were thirty years old, you were working in the fields and got a heatstroke?" said the old man wearing a red hat.
"Yes, it almost killed me at that time. Fortunately, my wife arrived in time and took me to the township health center, which saved my life." said the old man in dark green clothes.
Several people's eyes fell on Ning Feiyang.
This guy has some skills.
"Can you see that?" the old man in dark green clothes said.
"Traditional Chinese medicine pays attention to looking, smelling, asking and feeling. What I just used was to look at the qi, and I saw some symptoms." Ning Feiyang added, "Is your current insomnia related to the heatstroke that year?"
The old man in dark green clothes recalled carefully, and it seemed that it had been like this ever since he suffered a heat stroke that year.
"Young man, tell me, is there any way to cure this problem of mine?" The old man became even more interested.
"Of course, your problem is not a big problem. It's just that when you suffered from heatstroke, the doctor prescribed inappropriate medicine. According to my guess, back then..." Ning Feiyang said. (To be continued)