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More than a hundred years ago, our compatriots abandoned traditional Chinese medicine. More than a hundred years later, they were moved by Yan Murong's words and chose traditional Chinese medicine again. You see, they are actually kind----Of course, this is also true. Yan Murong's easiness in his mouth is related to it.
Yan Murong's face showed a satisfied and gratifying smile. As long as they had not completely abandoned traditional Chinese medicine and as long as there was still someone who believed in traditional Chinese medicine, he would have the motivation to continue on this rugged road.
Zheng Wuming is going to fight the ring, okay, I will continue, Yan Murong thought to himself.
He admitted that Western medicine has the advanced and convenientness of Western medicine, but traditional Chinese medicine also has its brilliance that has been preserved for thousands of years. As for the unscientific thing, who cares? It is a medicine that has three parts poisonous, and Western medicine is no exception.
After Yan Murong finished his emotional speech, the scene became even more popular. Many people took out their phone calls, called their relatives or friends, and shouted to ask them to support Chinese medicine.
The enthusiasm of the masses also inspired the doctors' emotions. Each of them had a smile on their faces and they also worked harder to diagnose everyone.
Yes, they enjoy the process, which is something they haven't received in many years.
They are famous doctors and are well-known in their territory. Although the patients they have cured will send banners to express their gratitude, this is not what they want - through Yan Murong's words, they Finally I understood what they wanted.
The free clinic scene was extremely popular, and the number of people queuing in the square gradually increased. Ning Kun had to call a large number of guards to maintain order temporarily. However, unexpectedly, these people were queuing very consciously and no situation occurred.
One hour, two hours----
Soon, it was already 12:30 noon, and from 8:30, the free clinic had been underway for four hours, and there were still long queues in the square.
Autumn Tiger, autumn Tiger, this is true. Although autumn has already begun, the sun seems to want to use its residual heat. In addition, the weather is very good today, and by noon, the temperature is even more hot.
Yan Murong brought thirty-seven Chinese medicine teams. Although he has tried his best to be younger, most of them are middle-aged people over fifty years old, and there are even a few old men over 60 years old. In the hot weather, I worked for four hours in a row, and many people could no longer hold on.
After another treatment, Yan Murong took the time to grab the handkerchief on the table and wiped the sweat beads that appeared slightly on his forehead. He turned his head to look at the doctors' condition and frowned slightly.
"Master, you have some water," Liang Shaokun unscrewed a bottle of mineral water and placed it in front of Yan Murong, asking with some concern, "There are so many people, when should I see it? Otherwise, take a rest, Have a meal first.”
"I'm afraid not," Yan Murong shook his head with a wry smile. He said so passionately before. Now he has only been working for four hours and is going to give up. Didn't he just say it in vain?
"What should I do?" Liang Shaokun asked.
"This is how it goes," Yan Murong thought for a while and said, "You go and tell Ning Kun, let him go to the nearest hotel to prepare meals and rooms, and take a rest,"
"Okay, I'll go now," Liang Shaokun nodded, turned around and left. Yan Murong's face once again smiled, signaling the next person to enter the venue.
Less than twenty minutes later, Liang Shaokun ran back again, waiting for Yan Murong to finish treatment, and said, "Master, the arrangements have been made there, you can go there at any time."
"Okay, go and tell the people who are still queuing up, and tell them by the way, if there is someone who can't hold on, don't force it anymore,"
When Liang Shaokun took the loudspeaker and told the news, he immediately received a response from the masses. People's hearts were full of flesh. These doctors worked for four hours in a row to diagnose and treat each person sitting in front of them. Although they are sitting, no one can imagine the hardships and fatigue of this.
Therefore, after everyone on the venue received the diagnosis and treatment, no one came in.
"Doctor, it's time for you to rest,"
"Yes, you guys should take a break, otherwise you will be exhausted."
"Everyone should not enter the venue, let the doctors rest,"
"Yes, Yan Murong, you can rest, I will feel distressed if you are exhausted,"
This is what Yan Murong’s female fan shouted.
"President Yan, look-----" A middle-aged man in his fifties sitting on Yan Murong's left looked at him and asked.
Yan Murong has learned in detail about every doctor who came to participate in the free clinic today. This middle-aged man is named Tang Muqing, from Shanxi. He is 48 years old this year. He is also from a family of traditional Chinese medicine. He studied medicine at the age of eight. He has been more than forty years. Especially the first-hand acupuncture technique, although it is not as magical as his Ghost Eight Needles, it is also known as the Needle King in the local area.
At this time, Tang Muqing's face was also sweating. From his eyes, Yan Murong could also see that he really wanted to rest.
He understood Tang Muqing's thoughts. No matter how good the medical skills are, they are all made of meat. He could not stand it even if he worked continuously for four hours of uninterrupted and high-intensity work, let alone others.
"Then let's take a rest," Yan Murong nodded and agreed, apologized to the people who were still queuing, signaling them to go and rest, and announced that they would continue to start free medical treatment at 3:00 pm, which is why they have already supported those who have long been unable to support them. The doctors who stayed on board got on the bus and drove to the hotel they had booked for Ning Kun.
Related to society is a major feature of China. As long as there is a relationship, it is particularly convenient to do anything.
Ning Kun's identity can be said to be the first young man in China. Of course, he handled the matter very smoothly. With a phone call, the hotel manager quickly handled it. Even when the bus arrived at the entrance of the hotel, he still Standing at the door in person to greet him.
"Oh, Young Master Ning, Young Master Yan, welcome, welcome, it's so bright," the person in charge looked at the two of them with a flattering look on his face and said with a smile.
Through the introduction, Yan Murong knew that the middle-aged man with a bald head was named Peng Zhenhui, the owner of this hotel. After a few greetings, the group went straight to the private room.
More than thirty people sat at four tables. As soon as they sat down, a group of waiters wearing cheongsams came in one after another with trays, and exquisite dishes were placed on the table. The speed of serving made Yan Murong suspected Did Peng Zhenhui ask all the chefs in the hotel to start together?
But he was hungry, so he didn't ask about these things. As soon as the food came up, he started to eat without hesitation until Wudian Temple stopped protesting. Then he burped with satisfaction and leaned against the chair. Sip the tea delivered slowly on it,