Everyone has many facets, but it can be summed up in two practical words - good and evil.

More than 100 years ago, our compatriots abandoned Chinese medicine, and more than 100 years later, they were moved by Yan Murong's words and chose Chinese medicine again.

A satisfied and relieved smile bloomed on Yan Murong's face, as long as they hadn't completely abandoned Chinese medicine, as long as there was still one person who believed in Chinese medicine, then he would have the motivation to continue to persevere on this rugged road.

Zheng Wuming wants to fight in the ring? Okay, I'll move on. Yan Murong thought to herself.

He admits that Western medicine has the advanced and convenient nature of Western medicine, but Chinese medicine also has its brilliance that has been precipitated for thousands of years. It is a medicine that is poisonous, and Western medicine is no exception.

After Yan Murong said that sentence emotionally, the scene became even more popular, and many people took out their phones and called relatives or friends, shouting for them to support traditional Chinese medicine.

The enthusiasm of the masses also drove the emotions of the doctors, each of whom had a smile on their faces and worked harder to diagnose everyone.

Yes, they enjoy the process, something they haven't had in years.

They were famous doctors, and they were all famous in their territory, and although those patients who were cured by them would send pennants to thank them, this was not what they wanted—through Yan Murong's words, they finally understood what they wanted.

The scene of the free clinic was extremely hot, and the number of people queuing in the square gradually increased, Ning Kun had to temporarily call a large number of guards to maintain order, but unexpectedly, these people were very consciously queuing up, and nothing happened.

An hour, two hours - soon, the time was half past twelve o'clock in the afternoon, and from half past eight, the free clinic had been going on for four hours, and there was still a long queue in the square.

Autumn Tiger Autumn Tiger, this is not false at all, although it has entered autumn, but the sun still seems to want to exert his residual heat, plus the weather is very good today, and at noon, the temperature is even hotter.

There are thirty-seven people in the Chinese medicine team brought by Yan Murong, although he has tried his best to be younger, most of them are middle-aged people who are over fifty years old, and there are even a few old men who are over sixty years old. After working for four hours in such a hot weather, many people can't hold on.

After treating another doctor, Yan Murong took the time to grab the handkerchief on the table and wiped the beads of sweat that appeared slightly on his forehead, turned his head to look at the state of the doctors, and frowned slightly.

"Master, drink some water." Liang Shaokun unscrewed a bottle of mineral water, put it in front of Yan Murong, and asked with some concern. "There are still so many people, when will this be seen? Why don't you take a break and eat first? ”

"I'm afraid not." Yan Murong smiled bitterly and shook his head. I said it so impassionedly before, and now I'm only working for four hours and I'm going to quit, so wasn't it in vain just now?

"What then?" Liang Shaokun asked.

"So be it." Yan Murong thought for a while and said. "You go and tell Ning Kun and let him go to the nearest hotel to prepare meals and rooms, and take turns to rest."

"Okay, I'll go." Liang Shaokun nodded, turned to leave, and Yan Murong's face put a smile on his face again, signaling the next person to enter.

In less than twenty minutes, Liang Shaokun ran back again, waited for Yan Murong to finish his treatment, and said. "Master, it's arranged over there, you can go over at any time."

"Okay, you go and tell the people who are still in line, and by the way, tell them, if there is anything that can't hold on, don't force it anymore."

When Liang Shaokun took the megaphone to tell the news, he immediately received a response from the masses. The human heart is long, and these doctors worked for four hours straight, treating everyone who sat in front of them. Don't look at them sitting, but anyone can imagine the hardships involved.

As a result, after all the people in the venue had been treated, no one entered the venue.

"Doctor, it's time for you to rest."

"Yes, rest quickly, or you will get tired."

"Don't come in, let the doctors rest."

"Yes, Yan Murong, you can rest and rest, I will feel sorry for you when I am tired."

These are the words shouted by Yan Murong's female fans.

"President Yan, look—" A middle-aged man in his fifties who was sitting to the left of Yan Murong looked at him and asked.

Yan Murong has a detailed understanding of every doctor who came to participate in the free clinic today. This middle-aged man's name is Tang Muqing, a native of Shanxi, 48 years old this year, also from a family of traditional Chinese medicine, studied medicine at the age of eight, and has been more than 40 years old. In particular, one-handed acupuncture, although it is not as magical as his ghost eight needles, it is also known as the king of acupuncture in the local area.

At this time, Tang Muqing's face was also sweating, and from his eyes, Yan Murong could also see that he really wanted to rest.

He understood Tang Muqing's thoughts, no matter how high his medical skills were, they were all made of meat, and even he couldn't stand it anymore after four hours of uninterrupted and high-intensity work, let alone others.

"Then rest and rest." Yan Murong nodded in agreement, apologized to the people who were still queuing, signaled them to go to rest too, and announced that the free clinic would continue at three o'clock in the afternoon, and then got on the bus with the doctors who had already been unable to support it, and drove to the hotel booked by Ning Kun together.

Relationship with society, this is a major feature of Huaxia, as long as there is a relationship, it is extremely convenient to do anything.

Ning Kun's identity can be said to be the first son of Huaxia, naturally, he did things very smoothly, a phone call, the person in charge of the hotel was happy to do it, and even when the bus arrived at the door of the hotel, he also stood at the door to greet him.

"Oh, Ning Shao, Yan Shao, welcome, welcome, it's really brilliant." The person in charge looked at the two with a flattering look and smiled.

Through the introduction, Yan Murong knew that this middle-aged man with a somewhat bald head was called Peng Zhenhui, who was the owner of this hotel, and after a few words of greeting, the group went straight to the box.

More than 30 people sat at four tables, and as soon as they were seated, a group of waiters wearing cheongsams rushed in with trays, and exquisite dishes were placed on the table. The speed of serving the food made Yan Murong wonder if Peng Zhenhui had let all the chefs in the hotel start together.

It's just that he was hungry, really hungry, so he didn't ask about these things, as soon as the food came up, he ate it regardless of it, until the Five Organs Temple stopped protesting, and then he burped contentedly, leaned back on the chair and slowly tasted the tea that was served.