When she saw the groups of reporters carrying long guns and cannons, Yan Murong smiled like a dog-tailed flower.
When Yan Murong entered a conference room specially prepared by Mitsui Toshiaki, the group of reporters who were originally quiet suddenly exploded. If they weren't afraid of the Mitsui family, I'm afraid there would have been too many words in front of Yan Murong's mouth in the first moment. Many microphones.
Yan Murong was quite satisfied with the interview that Mitsui Toshiaki created, which was similar to a press conference. Accompanied by Xiao She and Mitsui Toshiaki, he walked up to the front stage.
"I heard that I'm quite popular with you in the island country. I'm really flattered." Yan Murong said jokingly, which immediately caused a murmur below. Because there were headphones with simultaneous audio interpretation, Yan Murong didn't have to worry about not being able to understand. Words from a group of reporters.
"Okay. Everyone's time is precious. Just say whatever you want." Yan Murong said with a smile. "I don't even know what you want to ask if you want to see me."
As soon as Yan Murong finished speaking, a female reporter sitting in the front row stood up. "Hello, Mr. Yan. I am Mei Daizi, a reporter from the Asahi Shimbun. Will there be any limit on the number of questions today?"
"No." Yan Murong smiled and shook his head. "But I think there should be a time limit."
Looking at the female reporter standing up in the audience, Yan Murong's eyes lit up, but then she shook her head regretfully.
Although this female reporter was beautiful and had an intellectual beauty set off by her professional attire, her legs, which together could not even clamp an A4 paper, made her completely lose interest.
"That's good." The female reporter asked with a sweet smile. "So, may I ask Mr. Yan, are you a Chinese medicine doctor? I also know something about Chinese traditional Chinese medicine. It is very magical. It is not the same as Korean traditional medicine. They are called the two major ancient medical skills in the world. What do you think of this issue?"
"I need to correct you." Yan Murong said with a smile. "First of all, you said that Chinese medicine is magical. I agree. China has a history of five thousand years of civilization. Starting from the Shennong family, there is a legend that Shennong tasted hundreds of herbs. .It can be imagined that after five thousand years of development, Chinese medicine is also making progress."
It doesn’t matter whether the reporters from the island countries in the audience know these Chinese myths and stories. After Yan Murong was deceived, he continued, "What I want to correct you is that I do not deny the magic of Korean medicine - but facts have proved it. Korean medicine evolved from Chinese traditional medicine. In other words, no matter how amazing Korean medicine is, its ancestors are always Chinese - of course. They always like to claim other people's things as their own. The peoples of the East and West insist on naming the two ancient medical techniques in the world. I have no objection - in fact, I only know that only Chinese medicine can be called ancient medical techniques."
"How do you prove the magic of traditional Chinese medicine?" A male reporter suddenly stood up.
"How do I prove this?" Yan Murong looked at the little man with a smile and said, "Will I tell you that you have kidney deficiency?"
"boom-----"
Hearing Yan Murong's words, a group of reporters burst into laughter. The male reporter's face turned red, with a look of embarrassment and a little anger.
"Look, your face is pale and the bags under your eyes are prominent. It's an obvious symptom." Yan Murong said with a smile. "How about I prescribe some medicine for you? If you take it for a week, you will be able to lift the sky with one pillar every morning. Already."
Yan Murong's words caused laughter again. Even Mitsui Toshiaki, who was standing aside, couldn't help but twitch the muscles at the corner of his mouth. After dealing with Yan Murong for so long, he knew that this guy was very difficult to deal with. With him There is no gain in singing the opposite tune. However, he was very interested in the prescription Yan Murong mentioned.
"Hello, Mr. Yan. I am a reporter from TV Tokyo." After the male reporter sat down with an embarrassed look, another reporter stood up. I don't know if Toshiaki Mitsui was trying to take care of Yan Murong's aesthetic sense or what. .Most of the people here today are beautiful female reporters.
"Hello." Yan Murong nodded politely.
"Mr. Yan, I heard that Mr. Mitsui Masao suffers from an extremely rare and strange disease." The female reporter asked. "Since you are the attending physician, can you explain in detail Mr. Mitsui Masao's condition and the treatment methods you use?" .”
"The treatment method is very simple." Yan Murong took out a silver needle and said, "I'm afraid you won't believe it if I just say it with my mouth. So, please come up and experience it."
Amid everyone's confused gazes, the female reporter walked up to Yan Murong. Then, at Yan Murong's request, she unbuttoned her professional suit with a red face, pulled up her shirt slightly, revealing a piece of snow-white abdomen. She gave way to the stage. Many of the men sitting below were almost staring straight in their eyes.
"You often have dysmenorrhea, right?" Yan Murong said with a smile. "In jobs like yours, it's normal to have this problem. It's just the blockage of qi and blood caused by long-term work. It's very easy."
After saying that, Yan Murong pinched the silver needle. The inner energy was instantly poured into the silver needle. While the female reporter was surprised how the silver needle could shake, Yan Murong raised the needle and lowered it. The silver needle stabbed into the woman's body steadily. In the reporter’s Tianshu point.
"Yeah. I feel something moving in my stomach." The female reporter suddenly exclaimed, causing many people in the audience to stand together, stretching their necks and staring at the woman. The position of the reporter’s lower abdomen.
"Ah. So comfortable."
As Yan Murong's inner energy was poured in, the female reporter couldn't help but let out a cry that was almost like a moan. In an instant, many men in the audience raised their flagpoles.
"Damn. As for it, acupuncture can make such a sound. You are really dedicated." Yan Murong muttered softly.
Soon, when Yan Murong saw that the female reporter's face was flushed, she quickly pulled out the silver needle and asked with a smile, "Does it stop hurting?"
"Yes. It really doesn't hurt anymore." The female reporter's face turned red with embarrassment. Something was wrong with the look in Yan Murong's eyes. "Traditional Chinese medicine is really amazing. I just felt a warm current moving in my stomach. Okay. It’s comfortable.”
"Do you have any questions now?" Yan Murong asked with a smile.
"I have a personal question." The female reporter said with a shy look on her face. "Mr. Yan, I don't know if you have a girlfriend."
Damn. So direct.
Yan Murong was shocked. She never thought that just to prove the magic of traditional Chinese medicine, she would be pursued by a female reporter.
"I'm already married." Yan Murong said quickly.
"Ah. You are already married." The female reporter suddenly looked disappointed. After thinking about it, she raised her head again and looked at Yan Murong with twitching eyes. She asked in a low voice, "Are you in need of a lover?"