The Chinese TCM Conference was held in Beijing, which is the most ambitious event in the field of TCM, with far-reaching influence and related to the future development of TCM.

There were still three days left before the start of the conference, and Qin Hao and the three of them set off.

on the plane.

"President Qin, this time it is really your light, and I can also go to the Huaxia Traditional Chinese Medicine Conference. ”

From the moment he got on the plane, Mao Ji'an was smiling, unable to close his mouth, like a five or six-year-old child, his mouth was almost behind his ears.

It was the highest level of Chinese medicine event in the country, and being able to participate in it already made him extremely excited.

In this life, I dedicate myself to traditional Chinese medicine and finally peek into the door.

Next to him, Jiang Ge was also excited.

In Jiangcheng, he is the grandson of Jiang Xuelin, the descendant of Baicaotang, the heir of the Spirit Turtle Bafang, a genius in the field of Chinese medicine, and is respected.

But that's just in Jiangcheng.

How big China is, there are hundreds of cities like Jiangcheng, and each city has a genius, which is also a carp crossing the river.

Moreover, the capital is at the foot of the Son of Heaven, the center of China, with countless miracle doctors, geniuses emerging one after another, and there is no shortage of demonic talents.

Therefore, although he was excited in his heart, he was not too arrogant and arrogant.

Besides, there was a real demonic genius sitting next to him.

This time the Chinese Medicine Conference, even if the stars are bright and there are many geniuses, it can't hide Qin Hao's light.

"Doctor Mao, this is due to your medical skills, and it has nothing to do with me. ”

Qin Hao waved his hand and said.

He agreed with Jiang Xuelin's proposal and asked Mao Ji'an to participate in the Chinese Traditional Chinese Medicine Conference, not only because of Mao Ji'an's medical ethics, but also because of the latter's medical skills.

Just as he said, attending the conference this time will inevitably be challenged by all sides.

If the medical skills are not good, even if you go, you will lose face in vain.

Mao Ji'an nodded.

"Dr. Mao, you are an old man in the field of Chinese medicine, do you know anything about this conference?"

Qin Hao asked.

Know yourself and know your opponent, and you will not be defeated in a hundred battles.

At the Chinese Medicine Conference, he only heard of its name, and he didn't know anything about it.

Mao Ji'an is an old man, and his medical skills are also a leader in the city, so he should know more.

"President Qin, you are asking the wrong person, Dr. Jiang is the successor of President Jiang, and he knows these things better than I know. ”

Mao Ji'an looked at Jiang Ge and said with a smile.

In the conference room, Jiang Xuelin said that he had participated in the Chinese Traditional Chinese Medicine Conference and achieved good results.

In this way, Jiang Ge should know a lot about it.

"Grandpa didn't mention these things to me, and I don't know. ”

Jiang Ge shook his head and said.

At the Huaxia Traditional Chinese Medicine Conference, he had naturally heard of the name and had always been eager to be invited.

But his grandfather had been to conventions, but he had never heard of them.

"Okay, I'll sell you old, just talk about it briefly. ”

Mao Ji'an nodded and said.

Under his narration, Qin Hao and Jiang Ge can be regarded as understanding the ins and outs of the Huaxia Traditional Chinese Medicine Conference.

During the Qing Dynasty, there was the prototype of the Chinese Traditional Chinese Medicine Conference.

At that time, it was called Xinglin Tea Talk, which was to discuss the strange and incurable diseases encountered in the practice of medicine, and record them in a book for future generations to see.

Xinglin tea talk, only those famous and prestigious doctors, will gather together.

However, due to the conditions at the time, it was quite regional.

After the founding of the People's Republic of China, the rapid influx of Western medicine has had a huge impact on traditional Chinese medicine, forming a situation of decline in traditional Chinese medicine.

Under the call of several elders in the capital, the regional nature of the Xinglin Tea Talk was broken, and the famous and skilled doctors in China were called on to sit together and participate in the major events of traditional Chinese medicine.

Those elders are all imperial doctors and have a high reputation.

One of them, who also followed Taizu, was his personal doctor, who diagnosed the pulse and took medicine for countless big people, and had a lofty status.

At that time, that person made this request, and Taizu also strongly agreed.

With a stroke of the pen, he gave such a name.

Needless to say, with the support of Taizu, the Chinese Traditional Chinese Medicine Conference became more and more prosperous, forming the most prestigious event in the field of Chinese medicine.

Under this, the situation of the decline of traditional Chinese medicine has also been improved.

"I see. ”

Qin Hao suddenly realized.

No wonder, for the sake of the quota of this conference, Wen Baichuan couldn't take care of his son and pursued it desperately.

feelings, there is such a relationship.

In other words, if you perform well and stand out at the conference, it will really attract the eyes of many people.

Perhaps, he can also become an imperial doctor and worship the small red-walled building.

"Tianhe is the birthplace of traditional Chinese medicine, with a deep origin, a large number of geniuses, and has walked out of several ancient medical saints, all of which are famous all over the world. ”

"In the country, it is recognized as the head of the provinces, and it should be the bull's ear. ”

"It's a pity that the war decades ago shattered Tianhe, lost its inheritance, and lost its former glory. ”

"In recent years, it has gradually withered and become the tail of the domestic crane. ”

Speaking of this, Mao Ji'an sighed again and again, sad and angry.

Qin Hao nodded, as a scholar of traditional Chinese medicine, how can this period of Tianhe's history be indelible, and he knows it clearly.

Jiang Ge also looked gloomy.

His ancestor was the imperial doctor in the palace, and he was very familiar with this period of history.

"However, thanks to the favor of the heavens, there are demons like President Qin...... Genius, this Chinese medicine conference, my Tianhe is destined to be famous, and the Jiangcheng Chinese Medicine Association will definitely shine in Kyushu. ”

At the end of speaking, Mao Ji'an's eyes rolled and fell on Qin Hao, with eagerness and enthusiasm.

He wanted to say that Qin Hao was a demon, but he felt that something was wrong, so he hurriedly closed his mouth.

Back then, at Qin Hao's age, he was still a child in the medicine hall, and he was specifically responsible for catching medicine and boiling it.

And Qin Hao has become famous in Tianhe, like the first person in Tianhe Chinese medicine, and he is a little miracle doctor praised by everyone.

Thinking about it like this, I suddenly had the idea of living to a dog.

People are more angry than people.

Jiang Ge also nodded heavily, deeply agreeing with Mao Ji'an's words.

If Tianhe wants to rise, it must be inseparable from Qin Hao.

"Let's rest for a while!"

Qin Hao said with a smile.

He turned his head to look out the window, the blue sky and white clouds, treacherous and changeable, this trip to the Chinese Medicine Conference should be a long way to go.

Somewhere in the seat.

"Sir, do you need a drink?"

The stewardess, wearing a uniform and a short skirt, pushed a small cart, stopped in front of an old man in her fifties and sixties, with a sweet smile on her face, and asked.

Hearing the sweet voice of the flight attendant, several men next to him were in high spirits and looked over.

"Thanks, I ......"

The old man looked kind and said with a smile.

Before he finished speaking, his eyes suddenly widened, his complexion changed suddenly, and an abnormal flush swelled up, and his chest rose and fell violently.

"What's wrong with you, sir?"

The stewardess saw that the old man was not in the right situation and asked.

"Ho-ho!"

The old man's mouth was like a goldfish's mouth, constantly opening up, and his breathing was shortness and short.

It's very worrying, and I won't be able to take the next breath.

"Oh no, he's having a heart attack, and the symptoms are exactly the same as my dead third uncle. ”

Next to him, a passenger's face changed dramatically, and he shouted with horror on his face.

When the others heard this, their faces showed fear, and they hurried away from the old man.