Yan Murong didn't speak, listening to the group of reporters asking questions, the corners of his mouth curled higher and higher, and the smile on his face became stronger and thicker-others didn't know why he was laughing, but he knew it himself, because he was angry.

The flowers are white and red, and people are different from dogs.

Dogs tend to bite when they're angry, while Yan Murong likes to laugh when they're angry. It is said that smiling every day helps good health, so Yan Murong will keep a smile on his face when he is angry.

"I can answer your questions." Yan Murong suddenly smiled and said. "I can answer all your questions—but can you answer me a few questions before I answer you?"

After speaking, without waiting for everyone to nod, Yan Murong said. "Do you know Chinese medicine?"

"Who doesn't understand Chinese medicine, look forward to hearing and asking." A male reporter sneered. Obviously, he was very disdainful of Yan Murong's question.

"Well, a three-year-old knows it." Yan Murong smiled, suddenly his face changed, and asked. "Then do you know what it means to level up and supplement the three cokes, what it means to reconcile all directions, and what it means to save the reverse and return to the yang?"

"Aren't you embarrassed for us, we are not studying Chinese medicine, who can know if you ask this. It's not our specialty. ”

"yes, that's not your specialty." Yan Murong smiled even brighter. "What is your specialty? Writing a manuscript? Photograph? Or is it nonsense? ”

Sling the bull?

What is the most taboo thing about being a journalist? The most taboo thing is for others to say that they are talking nonsense -- in their words, they have the right to freedom of the press, they are responsible to the people, so they have to report.

Of course, some newspapers that started with gossip don't care much, because they are talking nonsense. But when these four words are used in the regular media, they are not very happy.

Yan Murong Cai continued with a smile on his face regardless of whether there was a TV camera filming him or not. "If you don't understand, why are you accusing me? ――Because my blind treatment caused the death of the patient? Well, tell me, how can I treat the patient? ”

When the reporters heard Yan Murong's words, they immediately looked at each other.

Who knows, there are so many medical experts here who have not yet figured out a way, how can they, the journalists, have a way.

"Okay, good, you don't know." Yan Murong smiled and nodded. "Since you don't know, why do you say I'm treating blindly?"

"First of all, I am also a human being, a living flesh and blood person, and I also know the importance of life. Secondly, I am a doctor, and it is my duty to treat the sick and save people - yes, I am not 100% sure, or even less than 20%, but so what? Yesterday you also learned about the destructive power of this virus on the human body, right? Symptoms appear within a few hours, and the infected person dies within a week, but thankfully, it doesn't spread. ”

"Speaking of hospitals, how many people do surgeries every day? Which doctor will tell you that you are 100% sure that the surgery will be successful? - Of course, cutting the appendix does not count, this kind of surgery is like a child's house- but have you ever wondered why appendix surgery is so simple? Didn't think about it, did you? Well, let me tell you - in the past, when the medical level was not developed, appendix surgery was also a major operation, and it was because of constant exploration that it became a minor operation similar to treating a cold. ”

"You're using strong words." A reporter said indignantly. "You're obviously making excuses for your failures."

"Excuses? Do I need to make excuses? Yan Murong said with a smile. Now that you're all aware of the virus, you should also know how many days these infected people have been, right? -- Antivenom has not yet been made, so you know what those patients are facing, right? - It doesn't matter if I don't know, I can tell you that they still have a day or two to go. ”

"If I strike, they may die or live - if I don't strike, they will surely die."

"I'm sure the experts will make antivenom soon, and you're just making excuses -- you know these patients will live up to two days, and I'm sure the experts know that they're going to do a miracle and make antivenom in two days."

Yan Murong smiled bitterly.

If you don't want to be a journalist, you must have been in contact with the dark side of the world, but why are you so naïve when you say it?

Can you believe it? I believe that the top fart is used.

"I'm sure you'll strip naked and run around the mountain, will you?" Yan Murong looked at the reporter who shouted that he believed and asked teasingly.

"You are using strong words and insulting me -- I am a reporter from the provincial station, and I will record every word you just said, and then let the people of the whole country see it, so that they can see how we in China can have an irresponsible doctor like you."

The reporter said angrily.

"Broadcast it? All right. Yan Murong laughed. Yes, it has to be broadcast, don't pinch this paragraph, every word I say, every word is broadcast to me. Not only just now, but what I'm going to say next will also be broadcast to me. Whoever doesn't broadcast me is in a hurry with someone - isn't it popular to fight dad now? Let me tell you, my name is Yan Murong, my grandfather is Yan Longteng, and my father is Yan Canghai - whoever dares to pinch out what I say, I will let whoever sweeps the street. ”

After speaking, Yan Murong exhaled a long breath - fuck, it feels so good to be the second ancestor fighting father.

Yan Murong's words made everyone dumbfounded.

They eat this bowl of rice, even if they are depressed and don't report the identity of his grandfather and his father, this group of reporters is extremely familiar with these two names - it turns out that this guy is actually the third generation of red, and he also belongs to the powerful faction, although Yan Longteng has retired now, if you talk about it, Yan Murong can be regarded as a prince.

For a while, the group of reporters was a little dumbfounded, and looked at the male reporter who spoke without going through his brain, his face full of anger.

You say you, why do you talk so much nonsense and ask so many strange questions, isn't this finding fault - now it's okay, people have reported themselves, and what else are they saying? It seems to say that the next words will also be broadcast, and whoever doesn't broadcast will let them sweep the streets?

Oh my God, how can this live?

A large group of reporters looked at each other - who knew what the prince was going to say next.

Really, you don't stay in the capital well, take two dogs to eat and drink every day, flirt with the big girl and the little daughter-in-law, and come to be a doctor.