"Chinese medicine does surgery? Joke. ”

Suddenly, such a discordant voice came from the crowd, and the tone was extremely contemptuous.

"Who said that?" Yan Murong turned around and looked at the onlookers around him and asked.

"I said it." A middle-aged man with a big belly who listened stepped forward.

"Oh? You're the one in that section, aren't you? Yan Murong looked at the man in front of him and said. He remembered that this person was one of the few people who had not been able to sit because they were late.

"My name is Tang Yong, and I am a thoracic surgeon." The man said. "What do you command?"

said that it was an order, but Tang Yong's attitude was extremely arrogant.

Originally, he was angry enough this morning, and then he was tossed by Yan Murong to post a small advertisement for more than an hour.

It's August now, and the minimum temperature is still minus 20 degrees, and the maximum air is already over 30 degrees. And it's still noon, and the temperature is even higher.

In the past, they were either holding their wives at home or taking a nap at other people's homes, or enjoying life with air conditioning and coffee in a café. As a result, everything has changed today, and in the future, not only must I commute on time, but I also have to run to the street at noon to advertise.

The clay figures still have three points of fire, and this group of experts with a high heart is even more angry.

When he heard Yan Murong say that he was going to have surgery, he immediately smiled contemptuously. Then, Tang Yong announced his disdain for Yan Murong with a disdainful sneer.

What a joke. Even those guys in surgery have to prepare all kinds of instruments and medicines before they dare to start surgery, you need silver needles and scalpels? It's a fantasy.

"You think it's a joke?" Yan Murong squinted at Tang Yong.

"Isn't it?" Tang Yong shrugged his shoulders. "I started studying medicine at the age of 17, entered the University of Santa Maria de Santa Maria at the age of 20, and got my PhD at the age of 28 – I have been a doctor for almost 30 years, and this is the first time I have heard of Chinese medicine performing surgery."

"St. Mary's Medical University? Where? Yan Murong looked at Zhong Zhenguo and asked strangely.

Children who haven't gone to school can't afford to be hurt, and Yan Murong can't afford to hurt them.

If you have to go to school and get a graduation certificate to be considered educated, then Yan Murong is a primary school degree, and his medical skills are all taught by the old man, and he has never attended any formal medical university.

According to this statement, Tang Yong, who graduated from St. Mary's Medical University, is an expert with the halo of a doctor on his head, while Yan Murong is similar to a Mongolian doctor.

"St. Mary's is the most famous medical university in the island country." Zhong Zhenguo explained. "Students who can get in there are free of charge."

"It turned out to be a school in an island country." Yan Murong nodded suddenly in realization, looked at Tang Yong with a proud face, and said. "I admit that you have a high degree and good technology, but even if your education is as high as the moon, there are some things that you have not seen, it does not mean that you do not - you go to school in an island country, then you must know that country very well?"

"It's okay." Tang Yong said arrogantly.

"Oh, then let me ask you, have you ever seen an island woman wearing clothes in a movie?" Yan Murong asked with a smile on his face.

"You—" Tang Yong was furious. This guy is clearly playing with him.

Even a fool knows that in addition to their sushi, the projectile is a big excess, and he specializes in women who don't wear clothes, he really doesn't know how to answer this question, saying that he has never seen it is equivalent to slapping himself in the face, but to say that he has seen it, isn't it equivalent to admitting that he has also seen a lot of movies with a single scene and two or three people who finish acting?

Originally, everyone knew this kind of thing.

As a man, as a man who is physically and physically mature, how could he not have seen that kind of movie?

Tang Yong is no exception, he has had a lot of movies like this, but--but behind his back, it's the same thing, and if he says it in front of so many people, that face is probably lost.

But to say that he hasn't seen it - it's as ridiculous as if he said he's still a virgin.

"Don't leave you." Yan Murong said with a smile. "I don't need you to answer - it doesn't matter if you've seen it or not. It's just that sometimes, what you see with your own eyes may not exist, and what you don't see may not exist. ”

Yan Murong's words didn't sound like four or six, but when he thought about it carefully, it was also very reasonable.

It is said that the eyes are the windows of the soul, and what you see with your own eyes is real. Sometimes, however, the eyes are the most deceptive.

There are some things that you may not see as the most true until you have a complete conclusion.

Do TCM do surgery? Haven't seen it, have you? But it's 100 percent.

With a history of 5,000 years, as early as thousands of years ago, Hua Tuo was going to perform craniotomy for Cao Cao. At that time, where was Western medicine?

If you have to rank according to seniority, Chinese medicine is the originator of surgery.

"But since you don't believe it, would you like to make a bet with me?" Yan Murong asked.

"Bet on what?" Tang Yong asked with a calm face.

"Bet on whether Chinese medicine can perform surgery, and bet on whether I can cure him." Yan Murong pointed to the man on the stretcher and said.

"I bet." Tang Yong agreed without thinking about it.

For surgery, there are so many things to prepare, but also to take into account the problems of infection, stitching and post-operative recovery. He didn't believe in this evil, and he didn't believe that he could operate on it with just a silver needle and a scalpel.

"That's good." Yan Murong showed a sly smile. "In that case, then we should have a bit of a bet, how about it?"

"Whatever you want." Tang Yong said without hesitation. "You are the dean, whatever you say, I will accompany you."

"Okay." Yan Murong nodded. "I don't have much to give you, but I, as the dean, can still call the shots for you to raise your salary - so if you win, I'll triple your current salary, how about it?"

"Three?" Tang Yong was overjoyed. His annual salary is already 1.3 million, and if it triples, it will be 3.9 million, which is quite impressive.

"Yes, three times." Yan Murong nodded with a smile and said.

"And what if I lose?" Tang Yong asked.

"If you lose, you'll work in the hospital for ten years without pay."

"Okay, that's it." Under the temptation of money, Tang Yong agreed without thinking about it. In his opinion, Yan Murong's operation would not be successful at all, so he won this gamble.

"What about you, would you like to get involved?" Yan Murong looked at the other experts with burning eyes. "The stakes are the same."