As expected by Zhang Dagang, there was only Li Jinggao, a polished commander in this office, facing an overwhelming group of Western doctors opposite.
Fortunately, those dozens of students have not joined the camp of Western medicine and are still waiting and watching.
After all, they can choose Chinese medicine and they like Chinese medicine enough.
Although they have begun to waver in traditional Chinese medicine, that wavering still cannot make them completely abandon traditional Chinese medicine.
"Oh, it's quite lively!"
Zhang Dagang chuckled, and slowly walked behind Li Jinggao under the confused gazes of everyone.
"Who are you, another Chinese medicine liar?" A young man wearing gold-rimmed glasses and a white coat with a touch of elegance looked at Zhang Dagang and snorted with disdain.
Li Jinggao listened to the other party saying that his master was so unpleasant. He was so angry that he slapped his hand on the table: "Zhang Feng, don't you dare to slander others. Our Chinese medicine is passed down from our ancestors. You guys who worship foreigners and favor foreigners have really disgraced us."
Compared with the dignity of our ancestors, you are not even qualified to carry your shoes."
The man named Li Feng looked at Li Jinggao, and a cold snort escaped from his throat: "My ancestors are the ones with real abilities. But in the hands of people like you, they have long since turned into a lie. You still want to oh
We have never seen this new generation of children from the Hua Kingdom."
As soon as he said this, many doctors following him agreed.
"I would like to ask, how many diseases are now successfully treated by Western medicine, and how many cases can your Chinese medicine practitioners cite?" An old man over fifty years old looked proud.
"Even if it is something passed down from our ancestors, if it is not good enough, it should be eliminated. Don't mislead these flowers and bones of the motherland anymore."
"These children are so talented and hardworking. If they study traditional Chinese medicine for 20 years, they won't be able to become senior doctors. If they study Western medicine, within a few years, all of them will become big names in the medical field based on their qualifications."
The vice-president of the Western Medicine Hospital next door immediately started to give those students a thumbs up.
Zhang Dagang's eyes fell on the dozens of students. Seeing the longing in the eyes of several of them when they looked at the deputy dean, Zhang Dagang secretly shook his head.
To study Chinese medicine, you must have the spirit to persevere. If you are so easily shaken, you will definitely not achieve any great achievements.
Fortunately, the other students still didn't react, as if they were waiting for Li Jinggao to come up with countermeasures.
Seeing the reactions of these students, Zhang Dagang's eyes lit up.
These students can be cultivated with all their heart, and with their character, they will definitely not be too bad in the future.
Li Jing's eyes fell on Jiang Dagang's body for a long time, and he couldn't find a flaw in his master's disguise technique for a long time.
Zhang Dagang looked at Li Jinggao, who was staring at him with a strange look on his face, and asked, "Where is the dean?"
When it came to the dean, Li Jinggao wanted to curse the group of beasts in uniform opposite him.
"The dean was so angry that he was hospitalized and is still in a coma." Li Jinggao said bitterly.
Zhang Dagang nodded clearly and his eyes fell on the man named Li Feng opposite.
This Li Feng seems to be the leader of this group of people. At a young age, he is surrounded by a group of doctors who are over fifty years old. It seems that his identity is not simple.
"Everyone, let me introduce myself. I am the vice president of the Affiliated Hospital of Traditional Chinese Medicine and a director of one of the three major governing associations of traditional Chinese medicine. You can call me Mr. Long."
As soon as Zhang Dagang said these words, the people opposite him immediately laughed at him.
"Return to the deputy director of the Affiliated Hospital of Traditional Chinese Medicine. Your traditional Chinese medicine has declined, and your title of deputy director is useless."
A young doctor following Li Feng spoke with unabashed sarcasm.
Others also agreed, but after all, they are all upper-class people who have received high-end education. Although their words are no longer rude, they are still extremely unpleasant.
"Dr. Long, the director of your hospital is in a coma. Why don't you go fool him and see if you can wake him up?" The boy next to Li Feng was so echoed by many doctors that he immediately continued to talk in a relaxed manner.
Zhang Dagang.
Zhang Dagang stopped Li Jinggao, who was about to scold him, and looked at the young man in front of him who was a head shorter than him. A smile flashed in his eyes: "Then if I can be cured within thirty minutes, you can do it in front of everyone."
How about admitting that Chinese medicine is no worse than Western medicine?”
The young man looked back at Li Feng hesitantly. Seeing Li Feng calmly nodding towards him, the young man immediately raised his head proudly.
"I'm afraid you won't even be able to detect the cause of the coma of the director of your hospital in thirty minutes." The young man said with a proud look on his face: "If it can't be cured in thirty minutes, you, the deputy director, will announce it directly in front of everyone.
How about disbanding your traditional Chinese medicine hospital?"
Dozens of students gasped.
The new vice president didn't know, but they all knew that the president was in a coma due to type 2 diabetes.
There is no cure for this disease. Is the hospital where they have stayed for three years really going to be disbanded?
A sad atmosphere suddenly emerged around the dozens of students in the corner of the conference room.
"Children, come with me. Today I will give you the first formal lesson on traditional Chinese medicine." Zhang Dagang turned to the students with encouragement in his eyes.
The students who originally had no hope, after seeing Zhang Dagang's confident eyes, stood up involuntarily and followed him towards the ward where the dean was.
Li Feng snorted coldly: "You idiot, you don't understand any situation and you still dare to challenge me. You are really as stupid as a pig."
The young man following him quickly echoed: "Director Li is still very powerful. We can eradicate the biggest cancer in the capital without any effort."
A large group of people followed Zhang Dazhang towards the ward.
The decoration in the traditional Chinese medicine hospital is mainly based on Chinese-style buildings, and the corridors will be partitioned by new Chinese-style moon cave doors, giving it a rather antique atmosphere.
"Mr. Long, the dean is in Yawang Pavilion." Li Jinggao stepped forward quickly and led Zhang Dagang to the ward where the dean was.
As soon as the classical Chinese wooden door is opened, a screen in the same color as the maroon wooden door comes into view.
The screen depicts Shennong Tasting Herbs very appropriately.
"The dean is probably still unconscious. Mr. Long can just go in." Li Jinggao moved the screen and had a panoramic view of everything in the room.
On a specially made wooden hospital bed, a man over fifty years old was lying on the bed. His face was blue, his lips were dark, and there was an aura of death lingering between his eyebrows.
He is so seriously ill, no wonder these people are so proud.
A sneer curled up at the corner of Zhang Dagang's lips. He stepped forward and put three fingers on the dean's wrist. He already had a countermeasure in mind.
And the young man saw that Zhang Dagang actually dared to take it, and quickly stood up on tiptoes and said something in Li Feng's ear. The corners of Li Feng's lips raised slightly, and there was a trace of viciousness in his eyes.
