world famous doctor

Chapter 252 Acupuncture Conference
Just as he was talking, a man walked into the door of the medical hall.

He held a red invitation in his hand.

When he came to the hall, he asked, "Excuse me, who is Zhou Chen here?"

"I'm."

Zhou Chen responded.

The man walked straight towards Zhou Chen, and handed the invitation letter to Zhou Chen respectfully.

"Hello, I am a staff member of the Acupuncture Association. Next Monday will be the annual Jiangzhou Acupuncture Conference. This is an invitation letter. I hope Dr. Zhou will attend it on time."

Before Zhou Chen could ask any questions, the man turned around and hurriedly left the hospital.

Several people present looked down at the red invitation, and then looked at each other in confusion.

Don't say they don't understand, even Zhou Chen himself doesn't understand—why did the Jiangzhou Acupuncture Conference suddenly invite him?
Wang Yu was stunned for a moment, and he suddenly understood, and said happily:

"Master Zhou, it must be because of your outstanding acupuncture skills that they invited you."

Wei Hai also nodded: "That's right, Master Zhou, I think this is also an opportunity to show yourself, in fact, you should also let more people know about your three-six-way acupuncture technique." .”

Liu Hai sat not far away and snorted lazily.

After that, he seemed to think of something suddenly, and sat up straight all of a sudden.

"Oh yes, Zhou Chen, I think you have to go to this acupuncture conference. Those people who claim to be acupuncture masters and acupuncture seniors are actually just dawdling. I think it is very necessary for you to talk to them." Let's compete."

In fact, Zhou Chen knew that Liu Hai's implication was that he wanted to show off, so as to make their Baojitang Traditional Chinese Medicine Center famous.

This is more effective than any advertisement.

Liu Hai's little calculation is quite resounding.

"Okay, Liu Hai, don't open your mouth and come here. I still don't know the little girl in your heart? I, Zhou Chen, am not a pushy person."

Zhou Chen responded with a word that made Liu Hai speechless.

Zhou Chen looked down at the invitation letter in his hand again. The final sponsor's signature was Jiangzhou Acupuncture Association.

Thinking of a few days ago, Ding Xuekun, the president of the Acupuncture Association, and Wei Jiang went to the medical clinic to find fault, Zhou Chen could guess the general idea.

This time, they want to invite themselves to participate in the acupuncture conference, it will not be that simple.

They must have other plans.

To put it bluntly, it was just wanting revenge on myself.

Liu Hanwen, who had been silent all this time, became more and more confused as he thought about it.

He also thought of a place with Zhou Chen.

"Zhou Chen, I think this must be a trap, you must never go there."

When Liu Hai heard this, he immediately interrupted his father's words.

"Dad, you and I can't go to this annual acupuncture conference. Zhou Chen actually has this opportunity. How can you stop him?"

Zhu Dayong, who is usually careless, now sees the truth of the matter unexpectedly.

He slowly raised his fist, and a faint meridian stretched on that arm.

He said with a hoarse voice: "Zhou Chen, I also don't think I can go. This must be a trap."

Having said that, Wang Yu's eyebrows trembled quickly.

It seems that his master Wei Jiang still wants to take revenge on Zhou Chen.

Originally, Zhou Chen didn't want to go.

But looking back, since this is a pit, he wants to step on it.

Because blindly avoiding is not the answer.

Even if they avoid this pit, they will still find ways to use other tricks to frame and retaliate against themselves.

So, the best way is to face it.

Thinking of this, Zhou Chen said lightly: "Since the invitation letter has been delivered to the door, why not go? Besides, this annual Jiangzhou Acupuncture Conference used to be attended by some Older acupuncture masters and moxibustion masters are only able to participate, and I, Zhou Chen, must be an exception, it's an honor, an honor."

Having said that, Zhou Chen laughed out loud.

Wei Hai, Wang Yu, and Zhu Dayong didn't talk anymore at this moment.

They stared at the red invitation letter in a daze for a moment, their hearts filled with inexplicable worries.

Gu Qing walked into the lobby from the backyard, came to Zhou Chen and asked coldly:

"Brother, why don't you let me accompany you, if someone dares to do anything wrong, I, Gu Qing, will definitely not spare him."

Zhu Dayong also raised his hand high and volunteered to say:
"I'll go too, I'd like to see, what are these two old guys trying to do?"

A week passed quickly.

Today is Monday, which is the day when the annual Jiangzhou Acupuncture Conference is held.

As usual, Zhou Chenhai got up and washed up, dressed briefly, and went out with his invitation letter.

Zhu Dayong and Gu Qing followed behind.

After walking for a while, Zhou Chen thought about it, then turned to them and said:

"Actually, you don't have to follow. It's just a simple acupuncture conference. They dare not do anything to me."

Gu Qing said succinctly: "With me here, brother, don't worry, I can absolutely guarantee your safety."

Zhu Dayong scratched his head: "Although I'm not good at fighting, but if I quarrel, I can be quick-spoken. If those old guys want to talk fast, I won't spare them..."

Zhou Chen smiled and shook his head.

Then the three of them came to the Acupuncture Association together.

At the door of the meeting room of the acupuncture and moxibustion association, two security guards stood there, one on the left and the other on the right.

As soon as Zhou Chen stepped forward, they stretched out their hands to stop them.

There was a bit of unkind look in that gaze.

"What are you guys doing?"

"What are you talking about? Of course you are here to attend an acupuncture conference."

Before Zhou Chen could speak, Zhu Dayong took a step forward and glanced fiercely at the two security guards.

The two security guards glanced at Zhu Dayong sideways and couldn't help but sneered:
"Just you? Are you also eligible to participate in the acupuncture conference?"

That's right, from their point of view, everyone who participated in the acupuncture conference must be a senior who is half buried in the loess.

Like the few people in front of them, young people who looked to be in their twenties, I am afraid they could at most serve as waiters serving tea and water in the venue.

Zhou Chen didn't say anything to them, and took out the invitation letter directly from his pocket.

The security guard took a look at the invitation letter, his face darkened, then he nodded and let Zhou Chen in.

Gu Qing and Zhu Dayong followed behind, and the two security guards stopped them again.

"He has an invitation letter to go in. Where is your invitation letter? Please show it."

Zhu Dayong snorted coldly.

He was a little too lazy to talk to the two security guards, and took another step forward.

"Don't stop me, we are together."

But the two security guards pulled Zhu Dayong back very stubbornly, with such great force that they almost stomped Zhu Dayong into the air.

If it hadn't been for Gu Qing's reaction to help him in time, Zhu Dayong might have fallen down the stairs at this time.

(End of this chapter)