Yan Murong was woken up by the ringtone of the phone. When she woke up, she found that it was already nine o'clock in the morning and Su Qingwu had already gone to work, while his antique Nokia phone was shouting on the bedside table while vibrating happily. Then, he was caught when he was about to shake under the table.
"Master, read the newspaper, watch TV, you are on TV," Liang Shaokun's excited scream came from the phone.
"I'm sleeping, watching TV," Yan Murong said in a muffled voice.
Yesterday's free medical consultation made him famous, but he was so tired. The continuous diagnosis and treatment made him fall on the bed after returning home and slept until dawn.
"Then you get up and take a look," Liang Shaokun said anxiously.
"I understand," Yan Murong responded and hung up the phone. He wanted to sleep for a while.
But reality often cannot be as expected. The phone call seemed to be infected and started ringing constantly. Some of them were Ning Kun, some of them were Huawu, some of them Chen Hanqing, and even Tengxiangling, who was far away in Hong Kong. Come over.
There was no choice but Yan Murong could only bounce off the bed with a carp, cleaned up and walked downstairs.
"Son, son, come and see," Guo Wanjun, who had just walked downstairs and was watching TV on the sofa, heard the sound, waved to Yan Murong hard, and saw Yan Murong running in slowly Looking for food in the kitchen, I ran over impatiently, pulled him and pressed him on the sofa.
"Son, look," Guo Wanjun said with an uncontrollable happy smile on her face, pointing to the TV.
"Look, I see, Mom, be calm," Yan Murong smiled helplessly and sat on the sofa.
The TV shows "News Live Room". Originally, the host of this show was Yao Yao. Perhaps because Yan Murong made such a big ugly thing yesterday, the leaders in the station were very dissatisfied. Today's host was replaced by another young beauty.
There is no clip of Yao Yao's diabetes on TV, but only clips of what Yan Murong said and they treated everyone.
"What makes these doctors so persistent," said the host emotionally, "they worked for eight hours in a row, but they were not paid a penny, although at the end of the free clinic, some of them were even exhausted and helped by someone to walk away Go out, but when they heard the thanks from the masses, they showed a smile with tears on their faces,"
Then, there were clips of people shouting thanks at the end of the free clinic. Whether they were in line or not, they shouted in unison, thanking these people who kept working hard for the national treasures.
"The organizer of this free clinic, Mr. Yan Murong, president of the Chinese Medical Union, raised such a question," the host continued, "He said that traditional Chinese medicine has been popular for thousands of years, but has declined in just over a hundred years. So, how long will it take before it perishes?-----This is a question worth reflecting on,"
"Son, you really said this," Guo Wanjun turned off the TV and asked at Yan Murong.
"Sayed," Yan Murong nodded, "but there is nothing worth reflecting on this issue. The situation was a bit special at that time, so I said that, and I didn't want them to reflect on anything. I just reminded them that if Chinese medicine continues like this, It's really going to be over,"
"Look at this again," Guo Wanjun handed a stack of newspapers, "This was sent by the guards in the morning."
Yan Murong took the thick stack of newspapers, and the front page of each newspaper posted news about yesterday's free clinic on the front page.
It would be fine if you didn't look at it. When you saw it, Yan Murong smiled like a blooming dog tail flower.
It is rare for these reporters to give face so much that none of them sing the opposite tune.
"Lovely People: They Work to the Rise of Traditional Chinese Medicine"
"People who dedicate their national treasures"
"A thousand-year-old treasure, a hundred years of loneliness, and a rise is just around the corner"
All newspapers basically report free medical consultations by conveying positive energy. Some newspapers directly copied the words Yan Murong said yesterday, and also used a larger and bold font to make Yan Murong The title that blushed when I looked at it----"Traditional Chinese Medicine torture him thousands of times, he treated him like his first love"
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Although Yan Murong didn't think this was a game, it was indeed a game, a contest between traditional medicine and high technology, and a contest between him and Zheng Wuming. Fortunately, he won.
There are reports about their free medical consultations everywhere on TV, newspapers, and the Internet, and many passionate young people, middle-aged and elderly people who were infected by his words, have issued replies, indicating that they are willing to support and believe in traditional Chinese medicine. , but there are very few news about Zheng Wuming.
Just as Yan Murong was holding the fried dough sticks in her mouth and holding the newspaper, thinking about whether to take advantage of the east wind to make a lot of effort, Guo Wanjun told him that Ning Kun was coming to find him.
"It seems we have succeeded," Ning Kun pulled a chair and sat opposite Yan Murong, and said with a smile.
"This is just a small step, not worthy of pride," Yan Murong said seriously, completely forgot that his mouth was grinning just now.
"Eat something," Yan Murong asked, pointing to the fried dough sticks on the plate.
"No, I've eaten it," Ning Kun shook his head and said, "I didn't say in detail if I called you in the morning. The person you asked me to check before has a result."
"Oh, let's talk," Yan Murong's eyes lit up. As early as when he attended Zheng Wuming's party, he was a little strange about the relationship between Zheng Wuming and Ming Junli. Later, he learned that Zheng Wuming lived in Ming Junli's house. , it was even more strange, but he did not let Long Teng's people do it, but asked Ning Kun to secretly investigate.
"No need to say anything about Ming Junli. He has no problem. All the archives are recorded correctly," Ning Kun said with a smile, "Guess, what did I find,"
"Let me guess again, believe it or not, I will put this bowl of soy milk on your head," Yan Murong said "threateningly".
What's wrong with this world? Women like to say you guess, but men also like to say you guess.
"Okay, I'll say," Ning Kun quickly raised his hand to surrender. He knew that Yan Murong really dared to put all the bowl of soy milk on his head, and this joke was impossible.
"Ming Junli has no problem, the problem lies with him," Ning Kun said, "You-----oh, you don't have to guess, I'll just say it,"
He was about to say you guess, but when he saw Yan Murong's eyes circling around soy milk and his head, he quickly swallowed the guesswork that he hadn't spit out and said, "Ming Junli is my name Ming Zhebao, It's interesting to get up. This old guy was Zheng Yan's housekeeper thirty years ago."