"Of course, reviving Chinese culture is our unshirkable responsibility." Zhang Dagang solemnly nodded: "Besides, although our country is a very tolerant country, we will never allow guests to overstep their way."
Zhang Dagang's words were so powerful that everyone couldn't help but applaud.
Liu Feng's face was gloomy. Looking at the reporters who were applauding, he raised his feet and wanted to leave secretly.
"Where do you want to go, Director Liu Da?" Zhang Dagang's long and leisurely voice sounded from behind.
"Go to the toilet." Liu Feng gritted his teeth with hatred, and turned around and asked, "Vice President Long's control is too lenient."
Zhang Dagang had a worried look on his face: "I didn't expect that at such a young age, Director Liu would already have frequent urination and urgent need to urinate. It would be better to go for a checkup earlier!"
The students all laughed, and the naughty male students at the front would glance at Liu Feng from time to time, with mockery in their eyes.
Liu Feng was so angry that his head was swollen, and he said bitterly: "I'm not going, shut up."
Looking at Liu Feng's distorted expression, the little girl among the reporters suddenly felt that her love was wrong. The Liu Feng in front of her was not at all the gentle and elegant person he usually showed. He was even more scoundrel than a street gangster.
The little fan girl resentfully grabbed the photographer's camera, and had already written countless stories in her head about Liu Feng being stingy, shabby, bad-tempered, deadbeat, and unworthy of being a doctor.
Zhang Dagang looked at Liu Feng with a cold face: "Since Director Liu doesn't want to pee anymore, then admit it in front of everyone that Chinese medicine is no worse than Western medicine!"
Having reached this point, Liu Feng snorted coldly: "Who knows if you and the dean co-directed this drama? I didn't expect you Chinese medicine doctors to be so shameless."
Everyone looked at Liu Feng, as if they didn't expect that he would be so thick-skinned.
"Really? Then how about I treat your hypogonadism, Director Liu, so that you can experience the power of traditional Chinese medicine for yourself?"
When Liu Feng heard Zhang Dagang mentioning this matter again, his face turned green with anger. Even if he wanted to crawl into the cracks of the ground now, he would never dare to admit that Chinese medicine is not bad in front of so many reporters, otherwise the American instructor would definitely
I won’t write a recommendation letter for myself to Boston General Hospital in the United States.
The room became quiet, and everyone was waiting for Liu Feng to speak.
"Is the dean in this room?"
At this moment, unspeakable Mandarin sounded in the silent ward.
Liu Feng's eyes lit up when he heard this voice, and he quickly walked to the door of the ward.
"Mr. Charles, was it your tutor who invited you here? The Traditional Chinese Medicine Hospital went too far and even forced me to say that our Western medicine is not as good as Chinese medicine. You must rectify the name of our Western medicine." Liu Feng nodded and bowed beside Charles.
Charles listened to Liu Feng chattering loudly in his ear, and distanced himself from him in disgust.
Charles looked around the ward, and then he saw the dean whom he had been thinking about so much, talking to a middle-aged man with a smile on his face.
"Dean, I heard that your diabetes has recurred, and I happened to come to the capital today to see you." Charles excitedly walked around the dean: "The dean looks great, is his diabetes cured?
Already?"
In front of so many people, he kept mentioning that he had diabetes, and the dean's mouth twitched fiercely.
Although there are only a few dozen students in their Traditional Chinese Medicine Hospital, he is still the head of the hospital. Can't these guys save some face for him?
"Well, thanks to Dr. Long's superb acupuncture skills, the diabetes that has troubled me for several years has finally been completely cured." The dean said with emotion on his face.
Although he didn't know what kind of acupuncture Mr. Long used to cure himself, as a doctor, he was able to check that his diabetes was indeed cured, and even some minor ailments in his body disappeared.
Charles looked at Zhang Dagang in amazement: "Mr. Long, I am Charles from the United States. I am a Western medicine doctor who is very passionate about Chinese medicine. But Mr. Long looks quite familiar. Where have we met?"
Charles' question made Zhang Dagang's heart skip a beat.
Xindao thought that this little foreigner had really good eyesight. He had already mastered the art of disguise, but he didn't expect him to notice it.
The dean also looked at Zhang Dagang in confusion, and was even more amazed in his heart.
The identity of Mr. Long is indeed not simple. He actually makes Charles feel familiar. No wonder he can parachute into the hospital as the deputy director. Now it seems that Mr. Long is qualified even for the director.
"Mr. Charles, these Chinese medicine doctors want me to admit in front of reporters that our Western medicine is not as good as Chinese medicine. Why don't you comment?" Liu Feng was as anxious as an ant on the stove. He really couldn't understand why Mr. Charles was still talking to these people.
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Only then did Charles finally notice Liu Feng, who was jumping up and down next to him like a monkey.
"How could the dean force you? Who are you and why are you in the dean's ward?" Charles looked at Liu Feng in confusion.
Liu Feng's words that he wanted to complain about were choked in his throat, and then he suddenly realized that Charles was not on his side at all.
"Charles, there are so many cancers in your Western medicine." Li Jinggao snorted coldly: "This guy and his doctors from the Western Hospital came to smash the sign of our hospital today, which made Lao Zhao so angry that his diabetes relapsed."
Charles turned his blue eyes to Liu Feng and frowned fiercely: "So it turns out that you brought people to find trouble with the dean. Didn't your mentor teach you the duties of the angel in white?"
Liu Feng's face turned red and white when Charles said it, but he didn't dare to contradict him.
With Charles' ability in the medical field, let alone him, even his mentor here would not dare to refute. After all, no hospital in the world would dare to accept the doctors banned by Charles.
Charles' eyes fell on the reporters and he spoke in non-standard Mandarin: "I want to apologize to the Chinese doctors for these arrogant Western doctors. Chinese medicine is no worse than Western medicine. I remember flying to the seaport in Beijing half a month ago.
On a plane in the city, I once met a young Chinese medicine boy who treated a pregnant woman with an abnormal fetal position. I dare say that without that Chinese medicine boy, I would be helpless even if I were here. I have to say that Western medicine is more effective in treating diseases and saving lives.
Instrumental assistance is needed, and in this regard, Western medicine is indeed inferior to Chinese medicine, there is no doubt about this."
Looking at the candid Charles, Zhang Dagang also stood in front of the reporters: "Traditional Chinese medicine and Western medicine each have their own pros and cons. In fact, if everyone can learn from each other's strengths and work together, it will definitely be a qualitative leap for the development of human medicine."
After Zhang Dagang finished speaking, the whole place was in an uproar.
Learn from each other's strengths and make progress together!
