How long does it take to build a hospital? A year? Two years? Or more?

As it turns out, building a hospital doesn't take as much time as imagined – sometimes, just one night.

Five Trees Gymnasium, Zheng Wuming only spent one night to build a simple hospital here. Although it is only made of tents, the large medical equipment inside is exceptionally complete, and all of them are the best in the world.

What is he going to do? The answer is obvious. He wants to fight Yan Murong in the ring.

When Yan Murong learned the news, his face was a little ugly.

Their free clinic did not have any publicity before, relying on the popularity of Chengtianmen Square, and even the reporter came after receiving a call from the masses, but Zheng Wuming was different, the reporter witnessed everything and broadcast it in the form of live broadcast.

Yan Murong stood up, and saw that the reporters who were allowed by the guards to stand in the cordon began to pick up the phone, and then they turned around and squeezed out of the crowd one by one with their cameras on their shoulders.

"What now?" Ning Kun asked in a deep voice.

"I can't hide it." Yan Murong shook his head. "Give me a megaphone."

Ning Kun turned to leave, and after a while, he ran back with a megaphone in his hand. After handing the megaphone into Yan Murong's hand, he stood aside, looking at Yan Murong with a strange expression, not knowing what this guy was going to do.

Yan Murong's abnormality was seen by all the doctors sitting behind the table, and they cast curious glances one by one.

I saw Yan Murong standing on the table with a jump on the spot, his eyes scanned the dense crowd around him, adjusted the megaphone, and spoke.

"Everyone, do you know what Chinese medicine is?" Yan Murong asked loudly holding up the megaphone.

"Traditional Medicine."

"Doctor Huaxia."

The crowd erupted with all kinds of answers, all kinds of strange, saying everything, and even he heard two foreigners who spoke well in Huaxia shouting "Immortal Law" such a thunderous reply.

"Yes, you guys are right." Yan Murong said loudly. "Traditional Chinese medicine is a traditional Chinese medicine that studies human physiology, pathology, and disease diagnosis and prevention. It carries thousands of years of heritage and wisdom -- of course, what those foreign friends said is not wrong, and it is not impossible to say that it is an immortal law, but this immortal law has to be put in quotation marks. ”

Yan Murong's words confused everyone, they didn't know what this young man meant by suddenly standing on the table and saying these words, but the Chinese nation has always been known for its politeness and humility in the eyes of foreigners, so they quietly waited for Yan Murong to continue---scolding if it was not good.

"Don't laugh, I have a basis for saying that." Yan Murong continued. "Traditional Chinese medicine, based on the five elements of yin and yang, regards the human body as the unity of qi, form and spirit, and explores the causes, symptoms, and locations through the methods of looking, hearing, asking, and cutting, and combining the four diagnoses and references to explore the causes, symptoms, and positions of the disease, analyze the pathogenesis and the changes in the body's five internal organs, meridians and joints, qi, blood, and fluid, and judge the growth and decline of evil, and then derive the name of the disease, summarize the type of symptoms, and formulate the treatment methods of sweating, spitting, lowering, and, warming, clearing, tonifying, and eliminating through the principle of syndrome differentiation and treatment, and use traditional Chinese medicine, acupuncture, massage, cupping, qigong, diet therapy and other treatment methods. It is the human body that achieves the harmony of yin and yang and recovers. ”

After Yan Murong spoke at length, he raised his head and saw that everyone was staring blankly, obviously, few people could understand what he said.

"I know you don't understand." Yan Murong said with a smile. "However, you only need to know that Chinese medicine is the traditional medicine of China, and it is also the immortal method in the mouth of foreigners - but Chinese medicine is definitely not a god, nor is it a liar under the banner of a doctor."

"I also know that many of you came here with the mentality that you won't come in vain, but I want to tell you - you really didn't come in vain."

"Traditional Chinese medicine has been popular for thousands of years, but it only took a hundred years for it to decline, why is this?" Yan Murong smiled and looked at the crowd around him, and then, his voice suddenly raised. "I tell you, the decline of Chinese medicine is because of you, and it is also because of us practitioners."

"More than 100 years ago, Western medicine entered China, so that you can see the speed of treatment, and Chinese medicine, because of the slow effect, the medicine is unpalatable, so you choose to abandon Chinese medicine - and we, the practitioners, do not think about how to revitalize Chinese medicine again, but hide it, what industry does not teach outsiders and other slogans are even more like cow hair, for these people, I want to ask, why do you study medicine? Is it for money? Or is it to heal the sick? If it's for the money, I can't say anything. If it is to cure diseases and save people, then I want to ask, why don't you pass on this medical skill to more people, so that more people can save more people? ”

"It has been popular for thousands of years, but it only takes a hundred years for it to decay." Yan Murong's face was flushed, his expression was excited, his eyes scanned the crowd, and he asked loudly. "Can any of you tell me how long it will be before it perishes?"

Deafening, Yan Murong's words made the scene suddenly fall into silence, except for the sound of car horns on the road in the distance, almost everyone was silent.

Yes, he is right, Chinese medicine has been popular for thousands of years, but it has declined in a hundred years, who is to blame? Blame them for not believing in Chinese medicine, and blame for those doctors who hide their secrets, but in the end, they are to blame for not believing in Chinese medicine.

In Europe, almost all countries have preserved most of the historical buildings, because of what? Can't afford to dismantle it? Don't want to build a modern city dominated by technology? No, absolutely not. They only do this because they want to protect everything left by their ancestors, and Huaxia is the opposite.

Even the things left by the ancestors can be discarded, what else can they not discard?

After a while, seeing that the crowd was silent, Yan Murong said. "Now, you have a chance, a chance to get Chinese medicine on its feet again, are you willing to do it? Or will you trust us? ”

"I believe it."

"I believe it too."

Almost at the same time as Yan Murong's voice fell, echoing voices erupted, one had two, two had innumerable, and even those foreigners with yellow hair and blue eyes, and their arms and thighs were full of hair.

"I believe in you too." Yan Murong smiled, a relieved smile on his face. "So, please get in line, I promise that every doctor here will do their best to treat you."

For a while, the crowd erupted in a burst of warm applause, which lasted for a long time.

PS: This chapter I wrote with a lot of enthusiasm, but I can't stand the fact that I am fighting. Tomorrow morning I have to run a morning, it should be smoother, or my dinner in the evening is in vain, tomorrow if there is no accident, I will be home in the afternoon, tomorrow to resume the third watch.