world famous doctor

Chapter 254 Questions from Acupuncture Seniors
"At the end of the sentence, it is necessary for me to say something from the bottom of my heart. Of course, this is only my personal expectation. I hope that colleagues in the field of acupuncture and moxibustion can unite and learn from each other, so that the professional level of acupuncture and moxibustion in traditional Chinese medicine can be improved. Take it to the next level..."

No matter how wonderful Zhou Chen said, there were only sparse applause from the audience.

In their hearts, there was an inexplicable sense of rejection towards Zhou Chen.

"You're really good... Zhou Chen, a young man, I think it is necessary to introduce him grandly. Although you may not have heard of his name, in Jiangzhou City, he is a rare person. The pillars of traditional Chinese medicine, the talents in the medical field, can be said to be the young heroes in the acupuncture and moxibustion field."

In Ding Xuekun's mouth, at this moment, he praised Zhou Chen as high above him, blurted out all kinds of beautiful words, and used everything to the extreme.

After Ding Xuekun's voice fell, the whole venue erupted again.

Hearing his words, the acupuncture masters present felt disgusted.

For a while, there was a lot of discussion, saying everything, with mixed reviews.

Of course, more is contempt and contempt.

"Isn't it just a green head? Is it necessary to be so brash?"

"Zhou Chen? Why have you never heard of this name?"

"Is it really that powerful?"

"This kid is not some kind of relative of President Ding, is he?"

"It's not necessarily true. Maybe I gave President Ding some benefits, and I want to make a name for myself in front of everyone."

"Who is this bumpkin? Hurry up and let him down, what right does he have to point fingers in front of us seniors?"

Among those present, there were also a very small number of people who were modest and reserved.

Because through careful observation, they found that Zhou Chen, a young man, had a majestic aura different from ordinary people.

Zhou Chen's inexplicable temperament cannot be changed, and it can also infect people.

Of course, this is only a very small number of people.

None of them expressed their opinions, maintaining a neutral attitude and silently watching the development of the situation.

Hearing all kinds of discussions off the court, and seeing the aggrieved expressions on the faces of the acupuncture masters and seniors, Ding Xuekun and Wei Jiang looked at each other, with an imperceptible cunning in the corners of their mouths. meaning.

It seems that their killing plan has achieved initial results.

The more vigorously those people in the audience scolded, the more comfortable their hearts became.

The so-called flattery is also a kind of conspiracy in the tradition.

Zhu Dayong in the audience heard the big guys saying all kinds of ugly things about Zhou Chen, and he suddenly became angry.

He glanced at everyone present, his eyes full of contempt.

Of course, as a handyman in a small medical clinic, Zhu Dayong had no choice but to hold back his words in such a grand venue.

"Go home, wash up and sleep, stop talking here, you kid is not qualified!"

Suddenly someone couldn't help but stood up, and yelled at Zhou Chen loudly.

These words also represent the aspirations of most acupuncture predecessors and masters present.

Zhou Chen squinted his eyes and looked at him, just sneered, and asked with a humble attitude:
"Master, maybe you don't agree with my point of view, but you can bring it up without getting angry..."

Just halfway through the conversation, another acupuncture master interrupted him.

He snorted heavily in a bad tone, and said with a deliberate sarcasm:

"Mr. Zhou, can you introduce yourself first? Which university did you graduate from, or who did you learn from? What contribution did you make to Chinese acupuncture and moxibustion? What awards have you won in the past?"

Most people pointed their finger at Zhou Chen.

This also achieved Ding Xuekun's expected purpose.

Zhu Dayong, who was Zhou Chen's cousin, couldn't bear it anymore, and he was ready to scold Zhou Chen aloud.

Gu Qing pulled him back and shook his head, intending to let him wait and see what happened.

In the venue, several other voices echoed loudly at the same time, full of disdain.

"That's right, Mr. Zhou, we have such a high-level acupuncture and moxibustion conference. We really want to know, what kind of achievements have you made to be qualified to be the young guest of this acupuncture and moxibustion conference?"

What's more, he waved his hand and whispered impatiently:

"Achievement? Going through the back door is first-class."

"Another rotten guy who cheats on food and drink."

"Hey... This acupuncture and moxibustion conference is really getting worse every year..."

Ding Xuekun raised his hand at Zhou Chen: "Xiao Zhou, you don't have to be angry, this time we can communicate with so many seniors in the same industry in acupuncture and moxibustion, we should be calm and don't get angry, just introduce yourself to them. "

Zhou Chen smiled indifferently and stood up.

Before he could speak, one of the acupuncture masters asked bluntly:
"Zhou Chen, what achievements do you have in the field of acupuncture and moxibustion? How dare you speak nonsense in front of us seniors? It's ridiculous to ask us to learn from you!"

As soon as the words came out, the others also laughed.

In the face of everyone's accusations, sarcasm and doubts, Zhou Chen did not lose his temper.

He still had that breezy look on his face, showing no fear at all.

Even so many vicious eyes in the audience are staring at him.

"Since I, Zhou Chen, came to this acupuncture conference today for the purpose of sharing and learning with everyone, I don't know why everyone is targeting me like this. Of course, I said it at the beginning, thanks to everyone's love."

"Stop rambling, don't waste everyone's time, step down quickly..."

"Yes, I don't have time to talk nonsense with you here, this is an acupuncture conference, get out of here!"

The voice of opposition from the audience sounded again.

Clay figurines still have three points of fire.

It's not that Zhou Chen has such a good temper, but his personality is that of the more frustrated and courageous type, the more you want him to come down, the more he will stand on the stage.

Zhou Chen calmly glanced at all the people in the venue, and said in a calm voice:

"Slow down, don't you guys want me to introduce myself? Well, you all heard clearly. My name is Zhou Chen. I graduated from, oh no, I should say dropped out of Jiangzhou Medical University. In Jiangzhou I was a regular trainee in the emergency department of the Municipal Hospital, and I worked in the Baojitang Traditional Chinese Medicine Center and sat in the clinic. As for asking me if I have any accomplishments in the field of acupuncture and Chinese medicine, this... I am ashamed to say."

The most aggrieved person in the audience was Zhu Dayong. He patted the table to vent his anger.

"If that's the case, why don't you hurry up and get out, what are you still doing there? It's an embarrassing thing!" Several acupuncture masters said in unison.

They stared at Zhou Chen with extremely ugly faces, clenching their teeth.

(End of this chapter)