"I'm sorry, Mr. Charles, I have no intention of accepting a disciple now." Zhang Dagong flatly refused.
His refusal made everyone stunned, and when they looked at Zhang Dagang, they seemed to be looking at a fool.
After all, being able to have this kind of relationship with Charles would save at least twenty years of hard work.
The old man had been pushed out of the operating room, and everyone walked out one after another.
Outside the operating room, an old man wearing a black Tang suit was standing outside. When the experts saw the old man, they surrounded him with flattering faces.
"Thank you for your hard work, tea is ready in the lounge. Let's go and rest first."
The old man nodded towards the experts and walked respectfully to Zhang Dagang and the old man: "Sir, I would like to invite two of you in particular."
Zhang Dagang and the old man looked at each other and saw tension in each other's eyes.
The other experts looked at the two people's backs with envy, and a look of pity flashed in Charles's eyes.
In the private room, after dozens of body searches, I finally saw the man in a formal suit mentioned by the old man in Tang suit.
Seeing the man's face that was familiar to people all over the country, even though Zhang Dagang was prepared, he was still shocked for half a second.
"Hello, miracle doctor!"
Looking at the man's extended hand, Zhang Dagang held it respectfully with both hands.
The old man stood aside and looked at the hands held by the two people, and his heart couldn't stop feeling sour. He turned his head and looked at the dark-skinned young man beside him, and the old man became more and more sour.
They say people are more irritating than others. When I was this age, I couldn't even prick a silver needle.
"Dagang, I see that your medical skills are superb. Can I take the liberty of asking you the name of your master?"
The middle-aged man was extremely curious about Zhang Dagang's medical skills. He had seen many capable and righteous people, but he had never seen anyone who could save people from death as easily as Zhang Dagang.
The old man also stretched his neck, his wrinkled face full of expectation.
"I'm sorry, my master passed away three years ago. He was just a country doctor with no name, and he had no children in his life."
"I met my master by chance. When he saw that I had talent, he taught me everything he had learned throughout his life. Now I don't know where he has gone."
Zhang Dagang spoke sincerely. Thinking of the divine dragon ancestor that he worshiped by chance, he was not lying when he said this.
The middle-aged man did not ask any more questions, but raised his hand to the old man in Tang suit behind him: "Dagang, you saved Mr. Lu this time. Your medical skills are very strong. I want to hire you as the deputy director of the Affiliated Hospital of the University of Traditional Chinese Medicine.
President, enjoy the same treatment as the dean."
The middle-aged man's words made both Zhang Dagang and the old man take a breath.
Although traditional Chinese medicine has declined, the Affiliated Hospital of the University of Traditional Chinese Medicine is, after all, a leaner camel than a horse. If he were to become the vice president of the Affiliated Hospital of the University of Traditional Chinese Medicine, Zhang Dagang would have truly become a master in one fell swoop.
The old man looked at Zhang Dagang expectantly, and there was silence in the room.
"Sorry, I have only scratched the surface of the profound knowledge of traditional Chinese medicine. It is really difficult to be the vice president of a hospital affiliated with a university of traditional Chinese medicine."
"Master taught me from an early age that I should be down-to-earth and take one step at a time. I can't live up to his expectations. However, if my husband needs me for anything in the future, I will definitely not refuse."
Zhang Dagang refused cleanly.
He has known since he was a child that he has the power of a dragon and is not afraid of it. He is only worried that those people will capture Wang Xiuhua and the others and threaten him with his family.
Resurrection from the dead is not a trivial matter. If he becomes a being that is coveted by the whole world, then even if he has three heads and six arms, it will be difficult for him to protect his family.
The middle-aged man didn't expect that he would have such a unique personality at such a young age. Although he felt a little pity in his heart, he had to agree: "I still reserve the position in the Affiliated Hospital of the University of Traditional Chinese Medicine for you. You are welcome to take up the position at any time."
After saying that, the middle-aged man took a large stack of red notebooks from the old man in Tang Yi and handed them to Zhang Dagang: "This is your medical qualification certificate and the letter of appointment at the Affiliated Hospital of the University of Traditional Chinese Medicine. Since you don't want to go, then just take it as an appointment."
A nominal vice president."
"If you want to give lectures in the future, you can go there anytime. After all, our traditional Chinese medicine will rely on these children who work hard to study traditional Chinese medicine to flourish."
Zhang Dagang took over the bright red letter of appointment and looked at the expectation in the middle-aged man's eyes. There seemed to be an indescribable thing on his shoulders.
Zhang Dagang felt that his originally carefree mood seemed to be restrained by something.
He suppressed the strange feeling in his heart and looked at the middle-aged man who looked at him kindly: "Sir, can you please keep my treatment a secret today? I want to return to the small mountain village safely and continue my studies.
Chinese medicine.”
"You don't want people to know about this, I'm afraid it will be a bit troublesome."
The middle-aged man frowned, obviously very embarrassed: "After all, these experts come from all over the world. This matter is of great importance. Even if they all sign confidentiality agreements, there is no guarantee that the news will not leak out."
Seeing the middle-aged man agree, Zhang Dagang felt a flash of confidence in his heart: "I have a way. I wonder if you can allow me to check their body and eliminate this memory."
Zhang Dagang is already familiar with the acupuncture techniques of Thirteen Needles of Ghost Gate. It is easy for him to erase a memory.
The middle-aged man looked at Zhang Dagang and was stunned for a long time: "These people are elites in various fields. If there is any damage to their nerves, it will be an immeasurable loss."
Zhang Dagang had no choice but to erase the old man's memory in front of the middle-aged man.
Seeing that all the examinations were fine, the middle-aged man agreed.
Within ten minutes, dozens of people involved in the incident were waiting in the ward.
Silver needles were inserted into everyone's acupuncture points one by one. When it was Charles' turn, Zhang Dagang looked at the expectation in Charles' eyes, and suddenly felt guilty in his heart.
"Mr. Miracle Doctor, I am so lucky to receive your diagnosis and treatment."
Charles was filled with excitement, Zhang Dagang grinned, and his hand pricked the needle without stopping at all.
It took half an hour. Now, except for the middle-aged man Zhang Dagang, who still had memories, all other people who had participated had their memories erased.
After saying goodbye to the middle-aged man, Zhang Dagang was on the way back by helicopter, looking at the scenery outside the window with mixed feelings in his heart.
When leaving, the middle-aged man told him many secret things that he had never thought of.
Thinking of those heroes who secretly protect ordinary people, the middle-aged man's words were like a brand, deeply imprinted in Zhang Dagang's heart. He felt a heavy responsibility in his heart, constantly spurring him to grow.