"Dr. Zhang, this treatment is related to the life and death of your Chinese medicine practitioners. How about letting reporters and self-media testify to save us from going back on our word?" Li Feng suggested with a kind face.
Zhang Dagang put down the dean's hand, and then turned back to look at Li Feng, who looked proud: "I didn't expect Dr. Li to be quite self-aware. Since I'm afraid of going back on my word, Dr. Li, please do it."
Zhang Dagang's words made Li Feng stagger in shock.
Unexpectedly, Mr. Long, who came out halfway, turned out to be a sharp-tongued man.
The other doctors didn't look very good when Zhang Dagang said this, but seeing Li Feng here, they could only hold this breath in their hearts.
They are all experts from major hospitals, so they have never received such cynicism.
Li Feng snorted coldly. Since it was all about talking about this, he had to invite this reporter, and the more the better.
Li Feng looked at Zhang Dagang, who was still teasing the dean, with a flash of malice in his eyes.
This kid didn't expect that he would bring the Chinese Medicine Hospital into trouble as soon as he appeared on the stage.
Li Jinggao looked at Zhang Dagang worriedly, feeling anxious.
The director's diabetes has been an old problem for several years. It was originally under control, but who knew that it would break out again, much more serious than before.
Even he, the medical sage, was helpless.
Liu Feng made a phone call and stood by the bed in a leisurely manner, watching Zhang Dagang continue to play with the dean.
"Since Dr. Liu has invited reporters, let's wait until the reporters arrive before I give the injection, so that you don't have to accuse me of cheating." After Zhang Dagang finished speaking, he crossed his arms and walked towards the students at the door.
"Tell me, what is our doctor's bounden duty?"
The ward became quiet at this moment.
"Hahaha, you are doing that trick of Chinese medicine to deceive people again..." Before Liu Feng could finish his words, the deafening shouts of dozens of Chinese medicine students rang in his ears.
"Heal the wounded and rescue the dying!"
Dozens of people shouted in unison, as if they had been rehearsed countless times.
Those Western doctors who came to see the excitement felt in a trance when they heard these four words.
When I applied for the Medical University, I had such a sincere heart, but it’s a pity that the big stain of society will never let go of anyone with a pure heart.
The Western doctors looked at Zhang Dagang, a complicated look flashed in their eyes, and finally lowered their heads.
Zhang Dagang nodded: "You are right, then tell me loudly whether you love Chinese medicine or not!"
"Love it!"
"Would you like to join me and do your best to protect our Affiliated Hospital of Traditional Chinese Medicine!"
For a moment, those students all choked up.
They worked so hard to get into a traditional Chinese medicine hospital in the capital, but they never expected that before they could graduate, the traditional Chinese medicine they loved would be completely banned by Western medicine.
"Don't hesitate, you just need to tell me whether you are willing to do your best to protect our traditional Chinese medicine hospital and use your power to give more junior students who love traditional Chinese medicine an opportunity to study traditional Chinese medicine."
Zhang Dagang's voice was so contagious that the girl's sobbing could be heard in the crowd, followed by the deafening word "yes", which echoed in the corridor.
The strong voices of the students echoed in the corridor, which actually aroused Zhang Dagang's desire to pay attention to his future life.
The reporters who arrived were startled by the shocking sound, and then rushed towards the ward at an even faster speed.
Looking at the Chinese medicine students at the door of the ward and the thin middle-aged man standing in front of them, the photographers spontaneously picked up their cameras.
"This time, I am responsible for saving the Traditional Chinese Medicine Hospital, and you are responsible for protecting it. Can you do it?"
"Yes, we will definitely do our best to protect our traditional Chinese medicine hospital." A boy wearing black-rimmed glasses responded to Zhang Dagang in a hoarse voice.
As soon as he finished speaking, everyone repeated it in unison.
At this moment, in their eyes, the Traditional Chinese Medicine Hospital is no longer an unattainable institution, but a home that needs to be protected by everyone.
Everyone's mentality changed unconsciously at this moment, and their rest of their lives were closely linked to the Traditional Chinese Medicine Hospital.
To capture this shocking scene, reporters and photographers rushed to the door of the ward.
The screen in the ward has been closed, and everything in the ward can be seen at a glance.
"Hello everyone, I am Li Feng, a doctor who returned from overseas." Li Feng introduced himself with a strong sense of superiority, so everyone must know me.
When they saw Liu Feng, the photographers clicked their shutters frantically, eager to take a picture of this returnee doctor who gave up a promising future abroad and never forgot his original intention to return to the motherland to make contributions.
Liu Feng has many girlfriend fans in China. Wherever he appears, there will be traffic. This is simply a good opportunity for promotion and salary increase.
"Today our Western Hospital received an invitation from Mr. Long, the vice president of the Traditional Chinese Medicine Hospital, to watch him use traditional Chinese medicine to treat the president of the Traditional Chinese Medicine Hospital for thirty minutes." Liu Feng said, looking at Zhang Dagang with a trace of emotion in his eyes.
Ridicule: "Mr. Long also said that if the director could not be cured within thirty minutes, he would personally close the door of the traditional Chinese medicine hospital. Although I tried to dissuade him in every possible way, Mr. Long still insisted on blocking the door in order to promote traditional Chinese medicine. This..."
Liu Feng looked helpless as he looked at the reporters and continued: "Can you, for my sake, just pretend that I haven't been here today?"
Of course Liu Feng knew that these reporters would not miss such a good opportunity, but for the sake of his stupid girlfriend fans, he still had to pretend.
Sure enough, one of the reporters was Liu Feng's loyal girlfriend.
She grabbed the camera from the hands of the photographer next to her, and frantically started recording Liu Feng.
"Dr. Liu, do you have any requirements for your future girlfriend?" The female reporter glanced at Liu Feng shyly and continued to ask: "When will Mr. Liu plan to leave his single life?"
Liu Feng glanced at the female reporter's towering chest and showed a smile that he thought was handsome: "It's working time now and we don't talk about personal matters. You can ask my junior brother in private."
The female reporter followed Liu Feng's gaze and looked at the young man standing next to Liu Feng, blushing and nodded.
Her male god actually gave her the opportunity to do an exclusive interview. Could it be that she was about to become Cinderella who met the prince?
The female reporter was quickly squeezed to the back by other reporters. At this time, she couldn't care about her work. She was looking at Liu Feng's back and smiling stupidly.
The other reporters, guided by Liu Feng Ruoyouruowu, crowded into the ward one after another.
"Mr. Long, there are so many reporters here. Don't be nervous and do the wrong acupuncture. I heard that if you do the wrong acupuncture in your Chinese medicine, it can be fatal." Liu Feng stood by the window with a worried look on his face and reminded Zhang Dagang, his tone was