Chapter 440: With all due respect, your speeches just now are all rubbish!
Kidney deficiency! Impotence!
After hearing these words, Zhu Dachang's face turned purple, which was extremely ugly.
"You...you don't want to slander and spread rumors! I'm very strong, how could I have that kind of problem?"
Although he denied it, Zhu Dachang's stammering tone and the drops of sweat on his forehead had revealed his guilty conscience.
Seeing this, Ye Fan raised the corners of his mouth slightly, sketching a joking smile and said:
"Oh? I originally had a secret recipe that was designed to treat impotence due to kidney deficiency and help you regain your glory, even if you take it seven times a night! But now it seems that it is probably not needed..."
"Do you really have such a secret recipe? You didn't lie to me?" Zhu Dachang's eyes lit up and he looked straight at Ye Fan, with uncontrollable excitement on his face.
"Huh? Director Zhu, aren't you very strong?" Ye Fan asked.
When Zhu Dachang heard this, he looked embarrassed, and in a low voice, he hesitated and said: "Well... I... I have a friend who happens to have an unspeakable secret in that regard. I asked him for it...
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"Hmph! Since you are not sincere, Director Zhu, then forget it!"
Ye Fan said, turning his back, as if he didn't want to talk to him.
"this……"
As the director of the Academic Affairs Office, Zhu Dachang is considered a moderate official.
It was really embarrassing for him to admit that he was "not good" in that area in front of so many people.
But just now, Ye Fan showed his miraculous "diagnosis" skills, which gave him a glimmer of hope!
Thinking of this, Zhu Dachang was so heartbroken that he risked his face and shouted: "Wait! Little brother, it's me - I have kidney deficiency! I'm impotent! Please be kind and give me a prescription!"
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As soon as this statement came out, it immediately attracted the attention of everyone in the venue.
It is less than a quarter of an hour before the Chinese Medicine Exchange Conference officially begins, so nearly a hundred students have already gathered in the audience.
Many students raised their heads one after another, followed the source of the sound, and focused their attention on Zhu Dachang.
"Why does that fat man look familiar?"
"Holy crap! Isn't this the director of the Academic Affairs Office? I didn't expect him to be an impotent man!"
"Hmph... He has been using chicken feathers as arrows all day long, and he has pulled them as hard as 2,580,000 yuan. He knows how to make things difficult for us, and he deserves to be impotent!"
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Hearing so many sarcastic and sarcastic voices, Zhu Dachang's face looked as ugly as if he had eaten shit, and he wished there was a big hole in the ground so he could get into it.
"Okay, okay!" Ye Fan waved his hand and said: "Director Zhu, after the Chinese medicine exchange meeting is over, you come to me and I will give you a prescription!"
When Zhu Dachang heard this, he was like a drowning man who saw a life-saving straw and thanked him profusely.
At the same time, the dozen famous Chinese medicine doctors nearby also surrounded Ye Fan, wanting to ask about the miraculous "diagnosis" technique just now.
"Kick! Kick! Kick!"
At this moment, there was a sound of footsteps in the distance.
Accompanied by Principal Shen, Dean Nie, Director Yao and others, Qin Hongru returned to the auditorium again.
"Hello, brother Qin!"
"Brother Hongru, long time no see, you are still as charming as ever!"
"Mr. Qin..."
Those famous Chinese medicine practitioners all said hello to Qin Hongru.
Although they are similar in age to Qin Hongru, Qin Hongru's status in the field of traditional Chinese medicine is definitely unmatched by others.
Being awarded the "No. 1 shot in the world" by the senior leader of the central government himself, this honor is unique to this family!
Qin Hongru greeted everyone in turn, and finally walked straight to Ye Fan and said with a smile: "Come! Today I will introduce a little friend to you!"
"Brother Qin, did you really invite this young man here?" Someone suddenly asked out of curiosity.
"That's right!"
"That's why you let him sit on the podium?"
"Of course! What? What happened when I was away just now?" Qin Hongru asked suspiciously.
"Ahem..."
All the famous Chinese medicine practitioners coughed dryly, with embarrassment on their faces.
Although Qin Hongru didn't see what happened just now with his own eyes, he could make a rough guess based on his rich life experience.
The next moment, his face condensed, and he said in a solemn tone: "My colleagues, this little friend Ye Fan is the successor of the Divine Needle for Fighting Disasters! Today, I am very honored to invite him here!"
As soon as these words came out, the dozen or so old men looked shocked at first, and then expressed "That's it" expressions.
In their view, if Ye Fan is the descendant of the Divine Needle, it is not impossible to possess the miraculous "diagnosis" technique.
At this time, Qin Hongru glanced at the watch on his left wrist and said loudly: "Everyone, it's almost time, let's get started!"
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Next, everyone on the podium took their seats one after another.
The audience was already full of seats and the crowd was buzzing, most of them were students from the University of Traditional Chinese Medicine or Chinese medicine students from other schools.
After all, this traditional Chinese medicine exchange conference was huge and brought together the top experts in traditional Chinese medicine in the country!
Being able to have close contact with the big names in the industry is a great temptation for many students.
However, among a group of white-haired and over seventy-year-old old men, Ye Fan's young figure seemed particularly eye-catching and eye-catching.
Many people in the audience were secretly guessing about his identity.
Fortunately, Ye Fan has calmed down and no longer has the "heartthrob" aura. Otherwise, if the exchange is over, I don't know how many female college students will be fascinated by him.
Immediately afterwards, the Chinese medicine exchange meeting officially began.
The exchange meeting was hosted by Shen Bojun, the president of the University of Chinese Medicine, followed by a speech by Yao Kang, the head of the Health Bureau.
Both of their speeches were concise and clear, and the total length of their speeches took less than ten minutes.
Immediately afterwards, there were speeches by other famous Chinese medicine practitioners.
At first, Ye Fan was quite looking forward to this exchange meeting.
However, not long after, he frowned.
The first person to speak was the director of a traditional Chinese medicine hospital in Xijiang Province.
When he opened his mouth, he first praised the organizer of this exchange meeting, and then talked about the medical achievements he had made over the years to show off himself.
The discussion lasted for a full quarter of an hour, but the actual clinical research was not mentioned at all.
The second old professor was even more funny. It was said that he was the vice president of the National Association of Traditional Chinese Medicine. He actually gave a report in classical Chinese with an accent. It was estimated that no one else in the room could understand him except himself.
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After a while, many students in the audience fell asleep. Some people dozed off, some took out their mobile phones to play games, and many even sneaked out of the field.
The next few experts’ speeches were also lackluster.
Either it is a mysterious and mysterious theory, or it is a profound and obscure proper noun, which makes people confused and makes the speaker think he is great.
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The more he listened, the tighter Ye Fan's brows furrowed.
Teachers, preaching, imparting knowledge and solving doubts!
In his opinion, a true master does not deliberately show off his talent or show off his talent, but should be like Confucius, who can explain profound principles in simple and simple terms so that ordinary people can understand them. This is the real master.
"Brilliant"!
But now, none of the so-called famous Chinese medicine practitioners in the field has reached that level.
If they are teachers, they are just mistaking others!
For a moment, Ye Fan felt a little regretful.
An exchange meeting like this was simply a torture for him and the students in the audience, and it was a waste of their precious time.
I don’t know how long it took, but when most of the people in the venue were almost successfully hypnotized, the last person finally finished speaking.
"Ahem..."
Qin Hongru coughed slightly, turned to look at Ye Fan, and said: "Little friend Ye Fan, this is a rare opportunity today, please say a few words!"
Ye Fan was slightly stunned when he heard this. He didn't expect Qin Hongru to let him speak on such an occasion.
According to common sense, he could fool him by just saying a few polite compliments.
But if you do that, what's the difference between you and other sluggish old men?
As a young person, you should have the youthful vigor, frivolity and arrogance!
Thinking of this, Ye Fan's eyes burned with blazing flames, and his heart was filled with ambition.
He picked up the microphone, stood up, looked at everyone in the audience with sharp eyes, and said earth-shattering words:
"With all due respect, what you just said is rubbish!"