Went up the narrow and somewhat damp stairs to the third floor, Liang Zhengtao took out the key and opened the security door, after the two entered the house, Liang Zhengtao's face changed, and then he didn't even have time to take off his shoes, so he ran to the bedroom, Yan Murong was nameless, but he also ran behind him.

"Shaokun? Why are you here? Liang Zhengtao looked at the two young men in the bedroom and asked.

Yan Murong looked at it, and saw an old lady with gray hair and a thin figure lying on the bed, looking at the young man named Shaokun with a loving face.

"Dad, this is my classmate Richard, his Chinese name is Dai Wei, he is my classmate at Harvard Medical School, he is from Shanghai, and his main focus is on brain, this time I just returned to China, I asked him to come and show grandma." Liang Shaokun pointed to the young man beside him and said.

"Oh, that's right." Liang Zhengtao nodded and said. "I thought there was a thief at home, so I didn't say a word when I came, which scared me. How's it going, has anything been checked? ”

"The test came out, and it was the same as what the hospital said, Richard said that if you want to have surgery, it is better to go to the United States, where the medical equipment is very advanced, and the success rate is greater."

"I'll talk about this later, I'm just bringing a doctor over this time and asking him to show your grandmother." Liang Zhengtao pointed to Yan Murong behind him and said. "Shaokun, this is Doctor Yan Murong Yan, Murong, this is my son Liang Shaokun."

Liang Zhengtao said after an introduction. "Shaokun, he also studied medicine, speaking of which, you are also peers, but he studied Western medicine, and you are a Chinese medicine."

"What?" Liang Shaokun suddenly screamed, looked at Yan Murong in surprise, and then looked at his father and asked. "Dad, you said he was a Chinese medicine doctor?"

"Yes, Murong is a Chinese medicine practitioner, and his medical skills are very high."

"No, absolutely not." Liang Shaokun shook his head again and again.

"What's not going to work?" Liang Zhengtao asked inexplicably.

"You can't let him see his grandmother." Liang Shaokun looked at Yan Murong and said. "Dad, I didn't say you, how can you find a Chinese medicine doctor to treat your grandmother - it's fine if you find an old Chinese medicine doctor, but how old is he, aren't you afraid that your grandmother's condition will worsen? Besides, what are the medicines prescribed by Chinese medicine, either branches or leaves, or animal offal, can that thing be eaten? Chinese medicine? Chinese medicine simply doesn't work. Grandma has a brain tumor, can it be good to eat the broken branches and rotten leaves? ”

Yan Murong's face suddenly sank, and his heart began to feel unhappy.

Originally, when he first came in, he heard that he also specially asked his classmates in the United States to see his grandmother, and he had a good impression of him, at least he knew how to be filial - but the following words made Yan Murong a little angry.

"Shaokun, what are you talking about?" Liang Zhengtao was also angry, and looked at Liang Shaokun with a tiger face. "What do you mean by broken branches and rotten leaves? That's Chinese medicine, besides, why can't Chinese medicine? Traditional Chinese medicine is the most precious thing left over from our 5,000-year-old Chinese history, why can't Chinese medicine? Don't think that you can talk about it after drinking foreign ink for a few years abroad, do you know how many years before Western medicine? ”

"I'm not wrong." Liang Shaokun said unconvinced. "You look at the advertisements posted on the street, what old Chinese medicine cures all diseases, aren't all liars? How many of them are capable? ”

"You-" Liang Zhengtao was speechless by his son, and pointed his finger at Liang Shaokun and trembled angrily.

"Minister Liang, I don't know if I can say a few words." Yan Murong walked up to Liang Zhengtao and said lightly.

"Murong, you say, you just say."

Yan Murong nodded, looked at Liang Shaokun and said. "You can insult me, but you can't insult Chinese medicine, and you can't insult what your ancestors left behind."

"Insulting Chinese medicine? Joke! Liang Shaokun glanced at Yan Murong disdainfully and said. Even if Western medicine has surgery, there are risks, you have a fart for a Chinese medicine, and my friend also said that if you go to the United States for surgery, you are at least more than 80% sure, how sure are you? ”

"Superficial." Yan Murong shook his head with a wry smile and said. "If they tell you that you are not 10% sure, will you not have this surgery?"

"Impossible." Liang Shaokun said firmly. "Richard is a doctor at Kane Brain Hospital in the United States, and that hospital is the authority in the world, and your assumptions are simply not true."

"That's why I said, you're too superficial." Yan Murong sighed and said. "It's just that there are more of you young people who worship foreign countries, and Chinese medicine has declined."

"What do you have? What will you do? Do you know Chinese medicine? Don't understand? Since you don't understand, why should you devalue Chinese medicine as worthless? You don't understand anything, what do you use to belittle Chinese medicine? -- With your cheapest **, the most valuable dignity, the most unreliable oath, the most false friend, the most self-righteous dream or the most smelly shameless self-confidence? ”

"You don't have anything, and you don't understand anything, so why do you belittle Chinese medicine?"

"Murong, that's a good point." Liang Zhengtao listened to Yan Murong's snatching of the white, and immediately couldn't help but applaud loudly, and even the old lady lying on the bed couldn't help but nod her head - the old man still believes in Chinese medicine.

Liang Zhengtao and that Richard's faces were extremely ugly, and Yan Murong's words were as if they were slapping them in the face, making their faces hot--this kid, how could he insult them like this?

"Look, what to see? Look at me, I have to say. Yan Murong pointed to Liang Shaokun, whose handsome face was as black as the bottom of the pot, and said. Don't forget, you are a Chinese, just like your Lao Tzu said, don't go out and drink foreign ink for a few years to open your mouth, and use outsiders' things to slander your ancestors' things, you are not called admiring foreign people, you are a typical mentality of forgetting your roots - and you, Richard, right? You are a good Chinese person, what do you do with a foreign name? Don't you even want your ancestor's surname when you go abroad? ”

"You-"

"What am I?" Yan Murong directly interrupted Liang Shaokun's words and said. "I advise you to say a word, if you don't understand, you don't have the right to speak, when you understand Chinese medicine, when you say it."

"Y-you wait." In the end, Liang Shaokun couldn't say a word from Yan Murong, and after leaving a cruel word, he pulled Richard, who was not very good-looking, to snatch out the door.

Looking at the closed door, Yan Murong suddenly wanted to beat people up in his heart - with the current national conditions, it is really too difficult for Chinese medicine to develop.