Iceberg President's personal expert

While Ye Chen and Wang Qingyuan were chatting, Mu Mingtang walked over quickly with a few Chinese medicine practitioners.

"Ye Chen, I didn't expect your acupuncture and moxibustion method to be so superb. It seems that you have won the true teaching of Master Lin."

Mu Mingtang looked at Ye Chen and said with emotion.

With such an amazing talent in Chinese medicine at such a young age, he will definitely be a leader in the field of Chinese medicine in the future.

Such a young talent, looking at the whole of China, is a talent that is hard to come by in a century.

Mu Mingtang looked at Ye Chen, the more he looked at it, the more pleasing to his eyes, the more he admired it.

If he didn't know that Ye Chen was married to Su Qingcheng, he really wanted to marry his daughter to Ye Chen.

"Principal Pastor praised me a lot. Compared with my stepfather, my medical skills are still far behind. I just learned a little bit of Chinese medicine." Ye Chen said politely.

"Mr. Ye, don't be modest. If even you have only learned a little bit of Chinese medicine, then don't old guys like us have learned nothing?"

A middle-aged man on the side said with a smile.

"Mr. Ye, hello, I am the president of Zhonghai Association of Traditional Chinese Medicine, Wen Yongchang." A middle-aged man standing beside Mu Mingtang greeted him politely.

"President Wen, hello." Ye Chen nodded as a greeting.

"Mr. Ye, the acupuncture method you used just now is the legendary thirteen acupuncture needles?" Wen Yongchang, the president of the Zhonghai Traditional Chinese Medicine Association, couldn't help asking.

"Chairman Wen also knows the thirteen stitches of good luck?" Ye Chen raised his eyebrows, looking a little surprised.

"It was Lao Mu who said that Wen has studied Chinese medicine for decades, and he has never heard of such a magical acupuncture method." Wen Yongchang said with emotion.

"Principal Mu has a good eye. What I used just now is indeed the thirteen stitches of fortune."

Ye Chen nodded and didn't hide anything.

"The Thirteen Good Fortune Needles is an acupuncture method created by a famous doctor in ancient times. It is very mysterious. I didn't expect you, Ye Chen, to learn the Thirteen Good Fortune Needles at such a young age."

Mu Mingtang said appreciatively.

"It's all taught by my adoptive father, but my thirteen acupuncture needles are just a beginner, and I'm still far from mastering them."

Ye Chen shook his head, his medical skills were all taught by his adoptive father.

Ever since Ye Chen left Huaxia and went to the west to establish the Temple of Yama, this medical skill has indeed been used less.

Over the years, his medical skills really haven't improved much.

"Mr. Ye, these thirteen needles of good fortune are the treasures of my Chinese traditional Chinese medicine. I don't know if Mr. Ye is willing to pass this method on to other Chinese medicine practitioners. With these thirteen good fortune needles, my Chinese traditional Chinese medicine will definitely be able to rise and even overwhelm Western medicine first."

A middle-aged man beside Wen Yongchang couldn't help but speak.

Hearing this, Mu Mingtang frowned, looking a little displeased.

"Old Fang, what you said is a bit exaggerated." Mu Mingtang said with an ugly face.

Traditional Chinese medicine emphasizes inheritance.

Although Chinese medicine has now been sorted out into systematic teaching materials, and major colleges and universities have also set up majors teaching Chinese medicine, but this kind of Chinese medicine is simple.

Many famous doctors in China did not come out of universities.

The way of Chinese medicine, like China's ancient martial arts world, has an obvious door.

All major schools of medicine have their own inheritance, and even some time-honored medical centers have their own successors.

It is absolutely impossible to pass on these medical skills to other people casually.

Lao Fang's remarks can be regarded as breaking some taboos.

"Old Mu, today is different from the past."

Fang Xingzhao coughed, and righteously said: "Nowadays, Western medicine is becoming more and more prosperous, and it has begun to squeeze Chinese medicine. Several young people are studying Western medicine, and most of them choose Chinese medicine. If this continues, Chinese medicine will eventually Did not fall."

"Old Fang is right. Western medicine is very popular nowadays, but Chinese medicine is the treasure of China for thousands of years. How can it be trampled by Western medicine?"

Several Chinese medicine practitioners on the side nodded, echoing Fang Xingzhao's words.

Compared with Western medicine, Chinese medicine is very difficult to learn, and after all, Chinese medicine is not like Western medicine, which can quickly take effect on symptoms.

This has also led to many people not trusting Chinese medicine too much.

Over time, fewer and fewer people are learning Chinese medicine.

Good seedlings, they all went directly to study Western medicine.

"Mr. Ye's thirteen needles of good fortune are mysterious and extraordinary. If they can be passed down and let all Chinese medicine students in the world learn such exquisite acupuncture methods, it will definitely revitalize Chinese medicine. Lao Mu, those of us who study Chinese medicine, don't we just Thinking of carrying forward Chinese medicine in our hands, don't you want to dishonor the glory of our ancestors?"

Fang Xingzhao said earnestly.

Mu Mingtang was at a loss for words when Fang Xingzhao said these words, and he didn't know how to refute.

This Fang Xingzhao oppressed him with righteousness, if Mu Mingtang refuted it, wouldn't it be equivalent to blocking the revival of Chinese medicine?

Ye Chen frowned, and understood the meaning of Fang Xingzhao's voice.

Is this for him to teach the thirteen pins of fortune?

This empty glove white wolf is quite slippery.

"Mr. Ye, if you teach the thirteen needles of fortune to my Chinese Medicine Association, not only Zhonghai, but the entire Chinese medicine community in China will thank you for your selfless dedication."

Fang Xingzhao looked a little excited, and looked at Ye Chen expectantly.

If he has learned the thirteen needles of fortune, he will definitely become a master in the field of Chinese medicine. By then, he will be able to have a place in the entire Chinese medicine field in China.

"Are you..." Ye Chen asked.

"I am Fang Xingzhao, the vice president of the Chinese Medicine Association." Fang Xingzhao introduced himself.

"It turned out to be Vice President Fang. I'm sorry, the thirteen stitches of good fortune were passed on by my adoptive father. Without his consent, I can't pass on the thirteen stitches of good fortune without his consent."

Ye Chen said slowly: "Besides, even if I want to pass it on, no one can learn it. Only by mastering the method of controlling acupuncture with qi can I learn the thirteen needles of fortune."

"Mr. Ye, think about it carefully, this is a major issue related to Huaxia Chinese medicine." Fang Xingzhao still did not give up.

"Mr. Ye, what Chairman Fang said is also reasonable, and please give us some advice for the sake of the fact that everyone is in the same industry."

"That is, the inheritance of traditional Chinese medicine is passed down from the ancestors to future generations. Why is Mr. Ye so selfish?"

Some Chinese medicine practitioners around were also a little moved, and they all opened their mouths.

"Don't think about the thirteen stitches of fortune."

When Ye Chen heard this, his face turned a little cold.

Spying on other people's inheritance, no matter in the world of traditional Chinese medicine or ancient martial arts, is a big taboo.

If it wasn't for Mu Mingtang's face, Ye Chen wouldn't even pay attention to these people.

"Mr. Ye, think about it. It's really not possible. You can also teach the method of controlling acupuncture with Qi to many Chinese medicine scholars. This is a great merit. Mr. Ye will definitely become famous in the Chinese medicine field."

Fang Xingzhao said awe-inspiringly, still a little unwilling to give up.

Mu Xuelan stood on the sidelines, full of anger.

"Vice President Fang, you have such a big face. Since you have such great merit, why don't you hand over your Fang family's medical heritage for everyone's reference?"

Mu Xuelan couldn't hold back her violent temper immediately, and she yelled at Fang Xingzhao as soon as she opened her mouth.