Once upon a time, there was a very wealthy landowner. He pointed to a dry well and said to passers-by: There is a lot of money in this well. If anyone goes down, the money will be returned to the water. However, none of the passers-by went down because they were afraid. Once you get down, you can't get back up again.
People are suspicious by nature. People who are as simple as white paper are no different from giant pandas in this era. They dare not. They are afraid that even if the needle is pulled out, Duan Chenxu will not survive.
Yan Murong pulled out the needle.
One second.
Two seconds-----
As soon as the third second arrived, Duan Chenxu's eyes suddenly opened. Some unprepared people were startled.
Yan Murong knelt down, supported Duan Chenxu with one hand, took out a pill from his pocket with the other hand, stuffed it into Duan Chenxu's mouth, and said, "Take it."
Duan Chenxu took the pill without hesitation. A touch of rosy color slowly appeared on his bloodless cheeks.
When he stood up from the ground, the entire venue became extremely quiet, and you could hear a needle drop.
They were confused, surprised, and incredible. They could no longer think of any words to express this emotion. They could only scan Duan Chenxu's body with widened eyes, trying to tell whether he was really alive or a fake corpse. Sears' eyes almost popped out of his head. You know, it is very dangerous for a person's heart to stop beating for three minutes. Even if he is sent to the hospital for rescue, there is a high chance of death. But, this guy is actually really Just pull out the needle and the person will come back to life.
How did he do it? Sears thought. Could this guy be a god?
When everyone was surprised, it was Mr. Hua who reacted first. He grabbed Duan Chenxu's wrist. After finding that his pulse was beating normally, he breathed a sigh of relief and said slowly, "He is indeed still alive."
"Wow-----"
A burst of noise broke out in the venue again. Various discussions broke out. Now, no one questioned Yan Murong anymore. They were more in awe.
Heston was also shocked and speechless. He knew that Sears had lost. And this guy was an extremely stubborn person. He meant what he said. Now, he would definitely go to work for this guy. Harvard Medical School The institute is also about to lose one of its best top experts.
"Sears, let's go." Heston pulled Sears and whispered in his ear. He wanted to take him quietly while everyone was focusing on Yan Murong. leave.
"Let's go somewhere." Sears came back to his senses and looked at Heston and said, "I lost. I want to fulfill my promise."
"No. You can't do this." Heston knew that this guy was very stubborn and said urgently. "You didn't sign any documents. Therefore, this condition does not hold."
"No. I can't break my promise." Sears shook his head and looked at Heston and said. "Dean Heston, please give me three years to complete my promise. If Harvard You still need me. I will go back to Harvard."
"No. I don't agree." Heston's attitude was very firm. "What will you do if you leave Harvard? What will happen to so many students and patients who need you? You are a doctor. You can't give up your students and patients just for a bet. .”
"There are patients in China who need me," Sears said.
"-----"
In one sentence, Heston became silent. He could not find any reason to refute Sears' words. He wanted to tell Sears to leave the Chinese alone. After all, America is your home. But... these words He couldn't say it. He didn't dare to say it either.
Sears turned around and looked at Yan Murong with a smile on his face. "Mr. Yan Murong, first of all, please allow me to express my respect for you. Your medical skills have opened my eyes. It is the best thing I have learned in the past sixty years." Unseen magic - you have a magician in China. When he is performing, he always likes to say that this is the moment to witness a miracle - just now, I witnessed the miracle you created with your own hands."
"This is not a miracle. It is traditional Chinese medicine." Yan Murong said with a serious face. "It is the most indispensable product of China's five thousand years of civilization. It has been glorious and also in decline. But what I want to say is that since then Starting today, Chinese medicine will surely be glorious again."
In the 19th century, Western medicine entered China. Like locusts crossing the border, it swept the entire Chinese medical community. People gradually lost trust in Chinese medicine due to the speed and convenience of Western medicine. Since then, Chinese medicine has been in decline. Now, Yan Murong announced that Chinese medicine will be glorious again. .so that everyone could not help but feel excited.
"Mr. Yan Murong, I have a request." Sears looked at Yan Murong sincerely. "I am willing to work for you for three years. And I am willing not to take a penny in salary. However, I want to learn Chinese medicine."
Look, foreigners are all learning Chinese medicine. What reason do we Chinese people have not to work hard to make Chinese medicine more glorious again? Almost everyone is thinking this.
This old foreign man wants to learn Chinese medicine.
Hearing what Sears said, Yan Murong was stunned. It wasn't that he didn't believe what Sears said, but that this guy couldn't speak Chinese well. He would get sick if he listened to one of Jay Chou's songs. How could he learn Chinese medicine? In Chinese medicine, no one dares to say that he has learned everything. He can only say that he has learned everything well or not. To master Chinese medicine, it will take more than ten or twenty years. Even if this old man is willing Learn. When the time comes, the older ones will soon be in the coffin.
"Okay. I promise you." Yan Murong still agreed to Sears' request. "I have a university of traditional Chinese medicine. You can take the time to give lectures there. You can also communicate with the teachers and students there. As for what you can learn. .It’s up to you.”
"That's enough. Thank you." Sears said with gratitude.
He is like an explorer now. When he encounters an unknown that interests him, he decides to find out. If he is not allowed to figure it out, he will not be willing to die.
"Now that I am the president of this association, do any of you have any opinions?" Yan Murong asked loudly.
"No. Yan Murong. We support you."
"Yes. We support you. We want to make traditional Chinese medicine glorious again."
This time, no one raised any objections, and no one said anything like Yan Murong being pretentious and domineering. They were convinced. Just the skill just now. They asked themselves that they couldn't do it even if they studied for ten more years.
"Two old men. What about you?" Yan Murong looked at the two old men Hua Li and asked.
"I have no objection." Mr. Hua was the first to express his opinion. Mr. Li wanted to object, but he also knew that he could not object.
Let him be the president. I hope he can bring Chinese medicine to a higher level.
"So, I am now the president of the Chinese Medical Union." Yan Murong asked with a smile.
"Yes. You are the president of the Chinese Medical Union." Mr. Hua nodded and said.